I need your words tonight
standing in the shadow
of lifes past nuances
and ambiguities

The Gift
Something came rumbling down the chimney
There was a hell of a din from the flue
The night was already on fire
We just didn’t know what to do.

Sometimes all I want to do is write, to let my pain hit paper.
Sometimes all I want to do is cry, and let my tears flood over.

There’s so much hurt and fear inside, jut once I wish I could live, as I have tried.

No more pain,
No more fear, and no more lonely words.

here again
the wrong end of the day
the world suddenly slides
into an over-night bag

We all know that Rome wasn’t built in a day, however,here at Scribblepool we have a secret weapon, MethodDan!
And he has built Scribblepool in a day. A million thanks Dan
What a fabulous start we are off to thanks in the main to Dan. We now have a permanent framework upon which we can build and [...]