-sincere apoligies to anyone unfortunate enough to stumble upon these genuinly terrible poems. Got left blinded, No longer want to see,...

Curled up in bed, curled up next to the fire, curled snuggly into your arms. Curling has always meant warmth to me. To be held near, to...

On Gardening I hate gardening. I hate all of it. From the dirt burrowed under my fingernails to the sweat running down my forehead. I...