Hey there, here are my entry poems - stream of consciousness pieces I wrote pretty recently: Draft One. once my body was big my eyes were small now it's the other way round now i can't understand the simple warnings once my body goes into a comfort zone it goes cold whisper me the warnings tell me where to go my eyes are too small i wander through the neighbourhoods whisper me the warnings whisper them to me i’ll sing them through the streets i’ll tell everyone. Draft Two. i can eat you the whole night through and I won't be finished in the morning I want to sink my teeth deeper I won't to see if the vanilla perfume will ever get away from you it won't everybody told me it won't. we’ll form a cue in front of her door. all the men around the vanilla street - what a pathetic sight. Draft Three. the insomnia takes the best of me and the worst of you will the milk in the fridge ever finish you tiptoe through second hand clothes and old placebo cd's as you wonder whether the playlist is the new mixtape should we let go the dream of what we had to be are there any vacant places on the market of sensitive people are there any free seats to watch the roles i play everyday do you use the headphones as your shield do you use your friends as your excuse will the water in the sink ever dry out the sun in the morning is blinding.