Poor Me

(Inspired by a number of morons I have known and known of, and an article I read recently that said that poverty is necessary to a functioning society, which, having grown up travelling from one impoverished area to the next, I don’t believe is the case. Enjoy.) The poor are just poor ’cause they’re poorContinue reading “Poor Me”

Poeticitis (TenMins Project)

Blue isn’t a colour that should be able to burn. This is the precise reason why when he marched over to me I knew I was in huge trouble. His face was red and his eyes were pink and watery with barely-contained tears and the blue was on fire and blazing at me. My once-loyalContinue reading “Poeticitis (TenMins Project)”