Every feeling they felt, the other feels too, trust is a must and communication too. Together as one, soulmates we are destined, forever to each other we are.

After all his team had been through to get here, physically and mentally, the farm boys were disrespecting them big time. “Only one way to shut their gobs,” he thought with venom.

The poem was written in the early weeks of being on remand, expressing my raw emotions while coming to terms with it all.

Here I sit inside my cell, thinking to myself, is this Hell? Cold and dark, with a terrible smell. I think it is, only time will tell.

A poem for the one true love of my life. I wish I could change the past, but I can only change my future.

I remember the day I saw you, I held your tiny form, the chilly air made you tremble, so we took you home.

The pressure of the pain inside, formed diamonds in my mind, tempting me to throw it in, to leave it all behind.

Belief in a future, they do persist, for everyone has the right to exist.

Locked down for the third time this week, sixth time this past fortnight, with Bird of Prey playing on Rage, the shitty fuzzy speakers on the shitty fuzzy TV barely able to conjure up something that resembles bass.

Butterflies, can be the colour of your eyes. They start life as tiny eggs, finally having wings and six legs.

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