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Borne upon the breeze, the sound of gypsy mandolins Tunes played for a ha'penny, accompanied by violins The public house is full again, for beer and life are cheap But the smell as you walk past is...
I became so desperate for true love I soon ran away from my house so I ended up living on the streets for 6 whole weeks I had only had food from the bins and floor I doing 10 and 50 ps on the floor...
Life is hard If its gotta be this way then fuck it lets go The bitches , money , and drugs is all I know This Is life The life of a D-Boy is all I ever understood I ask God to forgive me He...
The still of the night. Is a scary old place. People are walking. With pain on their face. Some are so drunk. They can not stand. Crawling around. Beer in their hand. Many of which.
#nightdwellers Families are sleeping But we're waking to the pain There must be some pity for the walkers in the rain. Grimy nightroads are our halls Telltale sun's our bane.
Squalor and newspaper tumbleweed, City lights shining like daemons' eyes, Cold iron, concrete and broken glass, Someone's idea of paradise.
I stared at the coffin I had made for 'Him', the coffin 'He' now lay in. I barely moved from my seat, barely breathed. A cold tear ran down my cheek but I quickly wiped it away.
Chapter 3: Regrets.
Dudley Studley. Was a stud alright. All the girls scrapped. By the pub each night. With a spikey cut. Two gold teeth. He didn't bother with. Asphyxiating sheaths. They all did love him.
The runaway kids. ------------------------ Chapter 1: the beginning. *•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•* Should I be doing this. I can't help thinking as I creep silently down the stairs.
Oh if you look at him, I bet you cannot see, His laugh brings a double chin with wrinkles that wink.
Part 3: I could tell Kent was very angry. One night, he stomped right up to Mrs. Fluphets door and barged straight in.
Runnin wit the wolves. It's not my true nature. But it the state of a affairs here. Searching for the golden paper. Growin up a young pup. Said I'd never amount to much. But my furs warm.
#xmasparody. BADWORDS. I'm dreading another shite Christmas. Just like the ones I've come to know. Where the shop doors glisten. And no one listens. To the homeless in the snow.
One. I woke up to my dog barking. I told him to keep quiet, the cops were about and I didn't want to move. I pulled him closer, the cold biting at my body as if it too hadn't eaten in days.
Aged 15, she was a runaway teen When she left, she did not understand what it would mean It seems like a lifetime ago now She doesn't even know why, all she remembers is a big row The young girl,...
You told me I was special, No one better in the world, Sent messages on the radio, But then your plan unfurled.
I awoke to a cramp in my back and tried to straighten my rumpled clothing.
Once there lived a man, a very poor one at that, making money by only begging and theft.
Not gone for long, now welcome home. To the vibrant city where lost souls come to roam. Down the road there's old Jerome. Who'll sell you some joy or a cheap stolen cell phone.
As nights get longer, so do days get colder. I share warm hands to get the cold shoulder. Time runs out, bliss is over. Too late to speak the words I never told her. Eat, sleep, live alone.
Filthy holes in my shoes,. There are ladders in my tights,. Tears in skirt is old news,. As well as blood filled bites,. Glass filled hands are bleeding,. But freezing in the snow,.
Lying cold on the street. Below people's feet. Wearing cold rags. Smoking fags. People are walking past,. They go past me- fast. Act like I'm not there. They don't give a care. From day to night.
Sometimes I cry ,"They aren't real. They are just dreams, not reality. Only dreams." Thats all I do. Dream.