Brenton F

Joined July 2022

0 stories

Bio

It's just a token of my extreme - Frank Zappa

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I have an eBook, a collection of my ~~favourite~~ pieces

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Stories (662/0)

Borstal
sent down hard as a kid for dumb shit i let them take away my sun enrolled in the school of the hardest knocks the house of the sizing run
By Brenton F6 months ago in Poets
By the Throat
life is an endless barrage of thrills a rollercoaster of up and down spills its got chills and it’s got ills although… it hasn’t got me by the throat today
By Brenton F6 months ago in Poets
It Felt
it felt something like wanting to put cigarettes out on my body a coat of many embers ... it felt something like
By Brenton F7 months ago in Poets
Storm II
i tried to tame the tempest i tried to catch her fury i got burned for my efforts burned and mocked i tried to bargain with the winds
By Brenton F7 months ago in Poets
Storm. Top Story - December 2023.
the skies greyed the winds chilled the thunder came the storm blew in and all i could do was be my lightning rod self
By Brenton F7 months ago in Poets
Far Away Conversations
far away conversations come unbidden to my ears distant shivers of a past gone remind me of my fears far away conversations
By Brenton F7 months ago in Poets
Show/Tell
show me what i can’t be and i’ll tell you what i have been show me what i can’t see and i’ll tell you what i have seen
By Brenton F7 months ago in Poets
Waiting
i’m gonna sit here in my ugly little room (yes, a very ugly room: drab curtains from the fifties. A curling carpet held together by cigarette burns is reflected in the sheeny nicotine stains on the ceiling. Paint peels from the looming walls it’s many layers mark its slow journey through time. Mismatched furniture sits around like junkie vultures but is barely visible as the dim gloom emitting, low wattage bulbs struggle to sustain their vigil against all the darkness’)
By Brenton F7 months ago in Poets
Leg
my left leg fell off in bed the other night fell off and disappeared as well i haven’t the foggiest about where it went
By Brenton F7 months ago in Poets
I'm Not Afraid
i’m not afraid of dying but i am scared of the dark i do not fear the life i have left as long as i still have the spark
By Brenton F7 months ago in Poets
Atrocity Division
we call ourselves civilised pretending all of this is fine war is blunt force trauma war is a fucking crime! -//-
By Brenton F7 months ago in Poets
What Happens
i dreamt i was in vegas with a pocket full of chips i was with a strikingly beautiful goth girl who had a piercing in all her lips
By Brenton F7 months ago in Poets

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