Bloke Stories

Leah meets Jon. He is dark skinned, muscly, and cocky. One drunk night leads to a night spent together. Was it a mistake?

Not brilliant poetry. Lot of emotion. [February 22, 2010]

A collection of thoughts from Gaz. A teenage Aussie bloke who believes he's born two generations too late, fantasises about his fair share of Sheila's and is trying to discover what it means to truly be a human being.

This is the revised version of hiss and run. This is the story of a broken gorgon, who finds love in the most unlikeliest of places.

Three years have passed. I'm still trapped, imprisoned in a city which is slowly crumbling around my eyes. My family - if there's anything left of it - haven't seen or heard of me since its members fled. Every day of my life, if I can even bring myself to call it that anymore, I witness the few souls who still surround me dropping to the ground in a lake of pure crimson, dead, waiting for whatever remains of their lives to drain into the sewers. I wanted to fight at first. This was my city, my parents' city, the city of a thousand glorious parties and a million dreams, the city of lovers, the city I loved. I didn't want to see it crumble into its own ashes. Three long years ago, I would have done anything to stop that happening. Three years on, and I'm not so sure...

Sambungan daripada kisah pertama iaitu Blok E: Mulanya disini...Blok E : Kembali... menyajikan lebih banyak kisah, dan kematian. "Aku dah lama tahu. Bukan mudah untuk menyimpan rahsia apabila nyawa jadi pertaruhan." "Kau bangsat!" "Biar aku bangsat sekarang, bukan kemudian."

An observation of a strange individal and other vaguely amusing verses.