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Sicarium

16 Nov 2017

A Choice

I know what it means to stand alone,to be of the faceless and unknown,one of the unwanted and unloved,the condemned and shunned To stand on the precipice of your own demise,with nothing to hold but your own hopeful lies,a disease or your ruin or your own...

Daisy

16 Apr 2013

Only Always Everyday

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Tired old mud-splatteredWell-worn boot.Nobody's Number One,They don't give a hoot.Dull ugly colours, somewhat ragged,Got some holes.Dirt-stiff ancient lacesHold...

Daisy

7 Jan 2013

Power

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.What may cause a heart to break,Or sometimes raise the dead?What loathsome thing can crawl insideOr rescue from dark dread?A weapon singing through the mist,A s...