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Hunger Magazine Young Bloods

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 18:47:05 +0100

Hunger Magazine

Young Bloods

"I’m a monster of the rock. I rattle then I roll. I can’t sleep, this afflictions for..."

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 07:55:57 +0100

“I’m a monster of the rock.
I rattle then I roll.
I can’t sleep, this afflictions for whom my bell tolls.
My tongue is a sword with which I slice and cut.
Spouting filth lies deceit betrayal and smut.
Cooking in my own juices, the cramps on it’s way.
“Only 5 days i think” but it feels here to stay.
over over over I hear “let me clip your dirty wings””

Whoops

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 15:13:07 +0000

I cannot hear these words being spoke.
All I can think is the next toke.
I’m not Jack at the moment, I’m another side.
I cannot catch your eye I just want to hide.
Nothing matters but poppy, she is my first and last.
I cannot prepare for future I cannot recall past.
My skin is greasy my hands are raw.
I have broken trust, your care I tore.
Sorry doesn’t cover what has been done.
All this pain over a couple of bun.

- Material World: Jack Royle 23 years old

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 15:03:13 +0000

- Material World: Jack Royle 23 years old:

kikaknust:

Jack Royle não é o seu típico mau rapaz tatuado, ele também escreve poesia e conhece cada linha para Mean Girls. Obviamente nosso homem ideal …Idade: 23 ,Cidade natal: Plymouth, mas, principalmente, cresceu em Liverpool. Meus hobbies são: Escrever poesia, jogar futebol e de agir. Medo: Eu odeio…

I.D Interview

Mon, 04 Feb 2013 18:59:49 +0000

I.D Interview:

Jack Royle interview for I.D

I.D Online Interview.

Mon, 04 Feb 2013 18:56:53 +0000

I.D Online Interview.

"Darling Poppy, What a friend you have been. You were once my darling my beauty my queen. With..."

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 12:20:29 +0000

“Darling Poppy,
What a friend you have been.
You were once my darling my beauty my queen.
With fumbling hands I would undress your black or red attire,
envelop me in your sticky haze.
Sometimes colour of tan sometimes dark brown.
Darling Poppy, never a frown when you were around.
But my dear sweet sickly friend.
Our relationship must come to an end.
Too many friends I have lost due to keeping up with your demand.
Dearest Poppy, It’s time I let go of your hand.”

- Me

Christmarse

Sat, 29 Dec 2012 01:36:00 +0000

Christmas is for family.
Loved ones and friends.
Where sins are forgiven, and all anger ends.
Fathers break backs to raise but a smile.
To see there young ones tear and throw wrapping in a pile.
Drunken merriment, a fist hole in wall.
Hiding the knives, defending mother trying to stand tall.
Such a let down this twisted and torn time of year.
Disappointment, bruises, cuts and spilled beer.
3 months double shifts gone in a day.
Forgotten toil, we sit eat and pray.
Thank you jesus for what you provide.
Not mother nor father their struggle thrown to one side.
Happy birthday gods son. And a happy new year.
A time of sadness loathing, disappointment and fear.
Parents have had to save and penny pinch.
FUCK CHRISTMAS
I’m off to watch the Grinch.

I.D Magazine. Youth Issue

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 01:17:20 +0100

I.D Magazine. Youth Issue

dressedtokillyou: Me an Mariana

Tue, 31 Jul 2012 14:44:16 +0100

dressedtokillyou:

Me an Mariana

Poppy

Tue, 24 Apr 2012 16:47:00 +0100

I’m sick and tired of feeling strange, so I’ll turn it round and make a change.
Im on the track away from pain away from the cold dark smack, to my face which has been my bane. To the lungs but not the vein.
However you see it it still gripped the brain.
Still caused me to stutter, caused my strength to wane.
Either I make my mark in life or just become another stain.
So from now on from temptation I will refrain, because my life I must regain.
Life wasn’t black and white. It was white and brown, the only way is up when your feeling this down.
The cunning lead, the weak will follow. Im sick and tired of having to beg,steal and borrow.
I’m on this train away from sorrow and I won’t get off until the morrow.
I’m hoping now you’ll understand why I must take this journey and I need you to take my hand.

Dan

Tue, 24 Apr 2012 16:46:10 +0100

Here’s the story of Dan from Hackney Marsh. Life wasn’t too good It was dark and harsh.
Haunted by the shadowy figure from his past,
but he didn’t want to talk when he was asked.
Mother tried and Dad wasn’t around so who is the figure that’s getting this man down?
Is it some old friend or some old foe?
When we talk he just pretends not to know.
So I ask his friends about the figure, so dark and slow.
He did good at school never any trouble. Seems like my efforts I must double.
I keep on asking, I need to know. Who this figure is, so dark and slow.
One day I see Dan sitting in the snow, so I ask again about the figure so dark and slow.
He begins to weep and his wailing grows, while he tells me of the figure so dark and slow.
”I was in this gang and we attacked this girl” He can’t go on and begins to hurl.
I grab him by the throat heart black as the eyes of a crow.
”Who Is the figure so dark and slow?”
He’d forgotten what he’d done he’d put that memory on a shelf. He wasn’t running from me he was running from himself.
”My sister she was the girl that you know I cradled her head on these steps you sit below.”
I put my knife in his neck and and I paint the snow.
Into the night I walk so dark and slow.

whatsthestorylittlebones: Sometimes I wish I could smoke like I...

Sat, 14 Apr 2012 17:50:41 +0100

whatsthestorylittlebones:

Sometimes I wish I could smoke like I used to… but then again whatever.. I’m gonna be fucked in Amsterdam… Actually right now in three weeks I should be on a coach to Berlin. RAD.

This movie is also rad.

Love

Fri, 13 Apr 2012 20:31:04 +0100

Love.
What is love? A word or more?
Holding hands and opening doors?
Putting there needs before yourself?
Being there when they need your help?

Love is jealous, love is pain.
Love is effort all in vain.
Love eats away at your soul.
Love is dark and love is cold.
Twists my stomach and fucks my head
So put that fuckin shit to bed.
I’d rather fuckin be apart, then let my head be ruled by heart.
So what is love?
I don’t know, how bout you?
Cos I ain’t got a fuckin clue.

London

Fri, 13 Apr 2012 20:29:25 +0100

My fuckin head is fukin mash, just trying to earn some fukin cash.
I fucking scratch and fuking scrape, I fucking wait and fucking wait.
On my own every day, tryin to get this fukin pay.
Agents send me here and there, but i know they don’t fukin care.
Standin round like a clown, stuck in fuckin London town.
The housing thing is never safe,sleep on couches round at mates.
Bloody women get me down, I turn to white I turn to brown.
But kick that shit in the fukin face, cos life aint here just to waste.
So fuck your fucking nine to five. I’d rather fucking feel alive.
Held high and hide that frown,
Cos soon I’ll be fucking London town.

Death

Fri, 13 Apr 2012 13:59:12 +0100

One thing I fear above all else, is not to be poor or forgotten or all by myself.
I fear the cold dark end, I fear the unknown. I fear the fact that I am just flesh and bone.
My time will come, I just dont know when or how.
Because death is a master eventually to whom we all must bow.
You cannot outrun it it cannot be bought, it feels no sympathy can’t be bartered with or fought.
So when my time comes I’ll accept my fate, until then I live my life because death won’t wait.
From the hard but right path i hope not to stray.
Because this is a debt all man must pay.

My first video

Thu, 12 Apr 2012 17:22:56 +0100

My first video

Photo

Tue, 01 Mar 2011 18:22:52 +0000

Photo

Tue, 01 Mar 2011 18:20:16 +0000

I beg you die

Tue, 22 Feb 2011 13:22:36 +0000

I beg you die