A battle for glory, and to survive. That is the way of life.

This strangely dark poem of mine has a strange tone to it and was inspired in the back of my English class. Other then they, I have nothing else to say. Comments are open.

Street poetry about cowboy ghost town.

Something I wrote for a loved one, who lets her past consume her present.

A poem about running from your past.

A prisoner of a concentration camp during World War Two escapes every night through Lucid Dreaming.

On the site of an ancient Roman army camp in Yorkshire.

Bump in the night who will you give a fright?

A memoir.

Everybody has somebody that they trust.