The walls of the system are cold, but not as cold as truth, We stood in the shadows, recapturing
Category: *Poetry
Come over here, my fellow con, come sit next to me… Let’s speak of the plans you’re making, when
Out there I had nothing Here I have enough So, I cannot grumble Out there my bed was on
Oh Mr. Pigeon, why do you look so glum? Sat on my windowsill waiting for me to come Oh
Mental demons have took over my head, if I continue to bury thoughts I’m gunna end up dead, finally
Born in a world, the future unknown Do I have siblings or am I alone! Raised in an area
When I’m dreaming of the future And I’m not in pensive mood Or lost in lust for open space
Three cats on a shirt England’s lions, grass and dirt. Our invention, our game To me and you it’s
I spent my life dependent on drink, watched all my dreams go down the sink. It got so bad
Stood at the barred window, staring Wonder if there’s anyone out there, caring Slip on some headphones for music,
As my pad mate Reaches for his 88 pen FFS he’s smoking That dreaded mamba again As he inhales
A cough, distant down the hall A bump next door, the wall vibrated. Silence slips back into the darkness
Macabre, mauve, boring… for now. No! Constantly on edge. Not fear. More anxious, waiting for… Something Something… Not just
What is Family? Is it blood is it more? Family is a collection of people you adore. Friends become
I spent years training sacrificed a lot of things Then in another country was wounded with shrapnel through my
I’m not askin’ for much Only what’s free I’ll be the cheapest prisoner You have ever seen All I’d
The tiny stream gushes free from its subterranean womb and gurgles gleefully down the hillside. Soon it becomes a
When I came to prison Miss, You told me what to do, You said, “Focus on the hoops mate,”
Wake up in the morning, feeling great, TV on at half past eight, Kettle on for a cup of
I’ve been there before you see. So many times, Fight or flight, sink or swim, but now I know