You told me that I write with 'angst'. I respond, telling you that I write with words, and leave it to you to add the angst.
Author: Allen Austin-Bishop
A poor thinker who likes to take who takes pictures, write poetry and fiction and every now and then, sings. See www.austinbishop.com for further information
Lov’d Him
I’m not sure if I ever told him that I loved him. I have tried so many times to remember if I did. Not knowing, makes me even sadder. I did love him, and I loved him a great deal. But when you know your love will destroy their dreams, you remain silent. I was accused … Continue reading Lov’d Him
Up in Flames
You’d set your own happiness on fire for the attention
Lead
I don’t follow, I lead. Why date sheep, when you’re married to the butcher.
Last Laugh
Having had the last laugh, he saw the humour in his ultimate death. In living, others, he would never find out, just got to laugh a lot longer.
Roulette
We play a game of Russian Roulette, careful not to wake the dead, we know that even in death, there is no guarantee of sleep. My turn. Hand slightly shaking, I count backwards. 10, 9, 8, 7.. Will I or won’t I? 5, 4, 3, 2... I will! I pull the trigger! ‘click’. We laugh. … Continue reading Roulette
Love’s Silence
I tell you, 'I love you.' Your silence carries our ending to infinity
