Maybe I should not give you so much of myself

Photograph's copyright of Agata Cardoso

My love is like a warm gun,My love makes him want to run..........

Photograph copyright of Agata Cardoso

"Dig a shallow grave and lay me down"

This here is another tribute to my loyalist friend who I adore and I think will be a great artist.

I love you paul x

Artwork copyright of paul carr

"these dark and empty streets too dead for dreaming"

The Diet

The diet worked like a dream.No sugar,
salt,fat,protein,starch or alcohol.
By the end of week one, she was half a stone
shy of ten and shrinking,skipping breakfast,
lunch,dinner,thinner; a fortnight in,
she was eight stone;by the end of the month
she was skin and bone.

She starved on,stayed in,stared at the mirror
svelter,slimmer.The last apple aged in the fruit bowl,
untouched.The skimmed milk soured in the fridge,
unsupped.Her skeleton preened under its tight
flesh.She was all eyes,all cheekbones,had
guns for hips,not a stich in the wardrobe fitted.

What passed her lips?Air
water.She was Anorexia's true daughter,
a slip of a girl,a shadow,dwindling away.
One day,the width of a stick,she started to grow smaller,
child sized,doll sized,the hight of a thimble.
She sat at her open window and the wind
blew her away.......................




An extract of the poem 'The Diet' by Carol Ann Duffy.
copyright of Carol Ann Duffy.For reference use only

Don't make me talk,don't make me hate you

Dont try to understand,something that which you will never understand

Journal images copyright of Agata Cardoso

Break my bones Miss Jones............

birthday card made by paul carr and given to me in 2004.......xxxx