These two, I had no time for with concerns to titles. I hope you like numbers.

#36

In the moon's glare
She came to me.
A siren that sings
Sweet melodies.
The Beatrice of my life,
Of whom I’d fight for
To call my wife.
A notion longed for
Born in my fallacy.

#18

Embers, of an everlasting fire.
Sparks from the strongest desire;
Fading into the ground,
Without the smallest of sound.

Heat that can warm the soul
To make our mind and body whole.
Flames grow strong and wild;
All spectators are beguiled.

This spectacle grips the mind,
And as you and many may find,
It fixates the eyes
On the devils disguise.

So, I mentioned before that I have already released a book of my poems (not all of them). Here it is:

From Bird to Bird, No Sky Between

It would be nice if anyone out there could buy it, its a good read. I am still working on it so there will be another version done for this year, hopefully. New cover and updated poems, the whole shabang. I could do with more money right now, cheers.

An Oldie

Here's one for ya. A bullshit poem about time, which I wrote after seeing the title to a Johnny Mathis song.

Infinite Time

A clock with no hands
Wanders common lands.
Its purpose never spoken,
Its clients never woken.
Why must it be here?
Is it something to fear?


There isn't much to say to this one, just the fact that it might make you think about our lives in relation to time and aging. Or make you think shut up, that's stupid. Whatever, just read and enjoy.

Quick Message

Unfortunately, due to me being a slow reader, I have not been able to get any new posts into the drafting stage yet. I am currently finishing my long read of The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri of which I will be writing about, as well as his other work (La Vita Nuova), and about the man himself. As well as getting a few more of my poems out there and producing new ones, I will be writing about a few people that have inspired me in some way or I have found some interested in. So, please be patient, If I had known how much I'd be writing for this fucking blog I wouldn't have started just yet. Cheers.

Another Taster

After this long shitty weekend working on my assignments, I haven't had the chance to write anything new for me to finish this wonderful week and start the new one off on a high note. So I went fishing through my old work and brought out something that I wrote when I had a lot of time to myself, a delicacy that is hard to come by. Enjoy.

In Some Short Time

I had some time to think about my life.

Only five minutes; very brief.

I thought of my future.

Will it be filled with grief?

What about love? Family?

Is that who I will be?

How about my career?

How will I gain my riches?

Maybe I will live on the streets,

Later found in the muddy ditches –

Dead – no one to claim me,

No one to say they loved me.   

Where would I live,

If my luck allowed me money?

In a town, a cottage in the country?

A country where it’s sunny?

A place close to the sea,

Where the people are free.

So many questions to ask myself,

In this moment I seized.

But, I had my future planned.

All I needed was to be pleased,

That I could have a chance

And not just a glance.

Just a Little Taster

What is it
That causes the embers
To glow? To stay
Cautiously waiting.
A spark,
a way to become
That flame
That burned before.
Time has come
To its end.
It can no longer
Quench the fire.


This poem is just a little taster poem I thought I'd share. I wanted to try a much more modern way of writing poetry, which I don't tend to usually go for, as it may be more acceptable to some and maybe draw in a little group of you people so you can see how the oldies did it.

For me modern ways of expression aren't all that great, there are some gems out there obviously, but back in the days of constant murdering over religion (not much different to know-a-days, only know we use guns) poets would create masterpieces over years that would truly stand the test of time. Now it's different, there is a constant demand for everything so people will churn out shit everyday of the week. I'm saying that my work is any better than those out there now or those from years before, but I intend to give more than just words thrown onto a page.

Please keep an eye out for my work, which will certainly be better than this cowpat of a poem at the top of this post.

And just for those people who would like to just jump straight in I do have a poetry book available for kindle by the title, From Bird to Bird No Sky Between, enjoy you crazy fuckers.

Good Evening

Sup, my name is Adam and I just wanted to start something new in my writing as I've been writing poetry for a couple of years new. I've ventured into different parts of creative writing but poetry is my strongest form of expression.

I hope you, the reader, can just sit back and enjoy my poems and maybe the little rant here and there, I tend to do that so you may get some of that headed your way.

Also, if you start to think I'm being an a-hole or just want me to shut the fuck up, please let me know and I shall take it in consideration and probably carrying on 'cause I have no time to give a shit.

Welcome to my world!