harmfulpoet : Writing

The Paper Man of Bordeax

The Paper Man of Bordeax

A Poem by harmfulpoet


Locked in solitude, locked in grace, A man left with many thoughts to chase, And confined to a bed, confined to the cold, He sp..
On Strawberries

On Strawberries

A by harmfulpoet


Life is like a box of strawberries. Or so I’ve begun to think so. It’s perhaps the simplest, most silly metaphor for it...
Memories of a Dying Girl

Memories of a Dying Girl

A Story by harmfulpoet


"There was just this feeling of emptiness when she wasn't around"; An extract of my work.