Poems from Simon Bouyce
Some days I pretend I'm in a cave. Not too deep in the cave, just far enough so I can't be seen. I can see the light of the outside world...
I can't help but to hear the words written on the wall as my face is molested over and over by the hand that once carried me. Don't touch...
At five in the morning,One should not be expecting a call from Mr. Reet,So why am I?
Mr. Reet is not a dear friend,And if he so happens to...
Tonight I lay awake restless from the deep pit of nostalgia.I cannot help but feel hopless as I yearn to lie in your arms as I once did.The...
It has been months on end since I have longed to be needed.
I now have a pit in my stomach that aches to burn holes and cause ruptures....