Nineteen youngsters cut out from Life. I thought blood feuds went out with the dark Dark Ages? Well, Welcome to London.   A city of playgrounds. This city's a jungle. Our city's a warzone.   Knives now. Guns next. Then what? Just guess.                    

Acting (Hardly) For three Whole hours I spat out lines to a Bored and hungry panel Waiting to glimpse a star And waited, frozen, whilst The professionals sat and practised in their pairs. No part For me. I cost Too much.

End of Auction. You won, Pay now! A seven day race stops In my sorry wallet. (A retail marathon.) Enticed by a thumbnail And the bargain's fragrance It's joy in cyberspace. Gifts from Afar Are mine At last.

Greyness And warmth Greet my Senses. The clock strikes a time blurred By watery vision. Sounds like the afternoon. Downstairs conversations Fly through dead walls and wake My horizontal mass. My head Lies flat My dreams: Clouded.

Tone up. Stretch out. No pain, No gain. Just five minutes a day! You'll put the gods to shame! Hercules is nothing! Upper abs, lower legs, Require sculpting or else The Flab Monster returns! I sweat, I wheeze, Striving For strength.

Mmm, fresh! Is that My sink? So clean! Who knew vinegar could Cut through grease and gunk and Grime; through crumbs and spillage? Vile hoards of rebel germs Will find no asylum In this Land of Hygiene. The shine, It says, 'Look, just Like new!'

Hello World, My blog site will, hopefully, be a collection of poems describing my thoughts on my current situations. The poems will be in, 'Convex' form. Convex poems are a type of poem I devised myself and are so called because they echo the shape of a convex lens: bulging outwards. The poems contain four stanzas. The first and last stanzas consist of four lines each with each of those lines containing two syllables. The middle two stanzas have three lines each and each line has si...