'Twas one december 'eve,
the story which i relate...

Many pills with many names,
And chemicals galore...

The roses are fresh,
The scent is strong...

Rictameter:
A rictameter is a nine line poetry form. The 1st...

And in my coloured fantasy,
There's a world of you and me...

Go from here and leave me be,
From your friendship now I'm free...

Autumn to Winter
Look now...

It's whispered amongst the flowers,
In reds and blues and yellows...

The flame of faith; though
Fragile be; Shall last the haze...

In the winter nights gone by,
I lay upon the whitened ground...

Oh, to be relieved from secrets vast,
The happenings of a bleak past...

A beating heart,
a flushing face...