This short book revolves around two young poets , writing about things that have altered their lives. Focusing on regrets, loss, pain ,love, society, the youth and much more.
SAMPLE
A kiss
An eclipse of time
Connecting ,souls twisting and touching hands. A mirage of slick feathers contorting to the will of a misty ice glass.
Open eyes on fire locked in a fiery gaze.
Closed eyes in an abyss of realisation.
Forevermore committed; shattered in a growing synapses.
A pattern of connection building connections. Brittle beauty. Waves colliding with waves, misting up the windows red on blue. Painted lips on bare skin, overlapping locked and unlocked, twisting and whipped into submission.
A tongue tempting fate, rewarded with warm embrace. Indentations of smiles, innocently illuminating. A hollow existence forgotten in that moment.
Sky returning to colour.
MM
Projectile
He's gone to get another drink
at the bar so that he can clink
with all of his mates,
the morning is what he hates
when he's chucking it all up in the sink.
Chris Harvey (08/10/2016)
SAMPLE
A kiss
An eclipse of time
Connecting ,souls twisting and touching hands. A mirage of slick feathers contorting to the will of a misty ice glass.
Open eyes on fire locked in a fiery gaze.
Closed eyes in an abyss of realisation.
Forevermore committed; shattered in a growing synapses.
A pattern of connection building connections. Brittle beauty. Waves colliding with waves, misting up the windows red on blue. Painted lips on bare skin, overlapping locked and unlocked, twisting and whipped into submission.
A tongue tempting fate, rewarded with warm embrace. Indentations of smiles, innocently illuminating. A hollow existence forgotten in that moment.
Sky returning to colour.
MM
Projectile
He's gone to get another drink
at the bar so that he can clink
with all of his mates,
the morning is what he hates
when he's chucking it all up in the sink.
Chris Harvey (08/10/2016)
