The story of a cheap David Baddiel look-a-like

One small town boy,try's to look through the gates of life and finds out things are not quite what they seem...

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A Beautiful Poem about Hull - By Violet-Finn Blackstaff

pub-corner-poets:

The Place I Dared To Take My Voice

“It’s not Hull, it ‘ull”
My Yorkshirian English teacher said,
When I smilingly told him where I would study his subject.
So I honoured you with my thoughts, Sir,
When we turned to Tony Harrison.
Let his accent-driven art occupy my mind,
And for a time I…

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White Noise

pub-corner-poets:

Amy was wearing her favourite blue shirt

ripped,
torn,
blood-stained,
but most importantly unironed.

It was the 21st of a certain month
cold,
wet,
windy,
in modern environment, the month is ambiguous.

Her boyfriend was devoted to her
rape,
thrashing,
humiliation,
his…
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A Poem - Feeling shitty (the night before)

i woke up to a voice inside my head screaming.
but failed to notice it due to the fact that for the past few hours i had been dreaming of you.
and at a bit of a loss i struggle to figure out where i am, how i got here?
you gave me coffee, your face said it all.
suddenly i remember feeling very small.
the reality was the dream …was just a dream and my memory was as lost as me.

i try not to make excuses when i am a dick, but i think sometimes you have to realize you are the excuse. you let yourself go. hovering over everyone like a balloon slowly rising from the fair ground watching over the spoilt kid that foolishly let it float away.
except i let myself go.

I am the crying child.

and all i want is your hand to pull me back to earth, but i am afraid that i am to high up now for you to see my worth.