a face amidst a crowd

Hey everyone, please take a look at this poem I wrote recently.
And yes, the lower case thing is intentional, you can do what you want in poetry right?

When Vipers Sing (Poem)

Another poem from me, hope you guys enjoy! As for what it means, well who am I to say? You decide for yourselves.

Whispers in the Mind (Poem)

Why do the whispers in the mind And scissor blades upon the skin Inspire in me, so deep within Words to feed my hungry soul. And why does anger light the spark Igniting fire within that dark And destitute pit of trite. No other time, does my hand move And start to scrawl, with coarse…

Another Poem… About Peace

Okay guys here’s another poem. You see I was thinking ‘Man, there’s so much conflict in the world. Why can’t we all just love each other?” Silly old romantic me aye. Imagine a room Silent of sound Just a tabby, a hamster, a duck and a hound Sitting together in peace and in calm Without…

A Girl Called Jane (Creative Writing)

Once upon a time, in a land only dissimilar to our own in the extent to which its name is Ireland, there lived a young gypsy girl called Jane. At the mere age of twelve, Jane was fascinated by the detailed complexities of nature, from the tuneful bleating of mountain sheep, to the pubescent mood…

Belonging (Poem)

I walked alone that hell cold night into the arms of dawn.   I walked alone no road in sight the player turned the pawn.   Engulfed by the winds ahead yet never look behind.   Harrowed by the ones I fled fate not yet resigned.   Belonging wanted, wished, not found amongst that godly…

Out of the Frying Pan (Short Story)

So my school ran a creative writing competition recently, guess who entered… me! Guess who won… me! Guess who’s now very aware of his writing abilities… me! So yeh, here’s the story: The rain beat down on him persistently as he made his way home. It had been a wet week by anyone’s standards, yet…

For fans of Finnemore

For those of you who spend countless hours systematically swooning over pictures of John Finnemore’s face, I have a present. However  for those of you who do not indulge in this particular pass-time, you mean nothing to me.

Have a Poetic Christmas

Merry Christmas everyone! As my gift to you, have this festive poem. I warn you, it’s terrible! Walking along was I when something did catch my eye. ‘twas an inflatable Santa, looking incredibly rye.   He was flanked by a merry crew all inflatable too. Snowmen, reindeer, even an elf all of them dripping with due….