SMiles

Punch Start, beat poetry written by SMiles at Spillwords.com

Punch Start

Punch Start written by: SMiles @stephenmiles2   Punched as a sucker might expect to receive a knee bend failing the quest in an endeavour to pleas...
Title Unknown written by SMiles at Spillwords.com

Title Unknown

Title Unknown written by: SMiles @stephenmiles2 I need love the feel of another's presence warming to the ear tones of concern washing at my life in sol...
Return written by Smiles at spillwords.com

Return

Return written by: SMiles @stephenmiles2   Each second passed a moment lost traded for a new slipping another grain of time to a fall while ago...
Two Poles, poetry written by SMiles at Spillwords.com

Two Poles

Two Poles written by: SMiles @stephenmiles2   I love the carboom before the furlongings of the inbetweens I control I love the backwards running ful...
Takes Time written by SMiles at Spillwords.com

Takes Time

Takes Time written by: SMiles @stephenmiles2   Help dance the water from my eyes embrace this lifeless tango waltz sadness to goodbye my vessel o...
Closedoor written by SMiles at Spillwords.com

Closedoor

Closedoor written by: SMiles @stephenmiles2   Petulance always has me mastered a loser to any game stupidity and stubbornness called by any othe...
Mutual Respect written by SMiles at Spillwords.com

Mutual Respect

Mutual Respect written by: SMiles @stephenmiles2   This world's a make-believe a super highway of instant gratification sewerage tunnel of traditio...
Failed written by SMiles at Spillwords.com

Failed

Failed written by: SMiles @stephenmiles2   Victories are few beyond the endeavour striving to aspire for perceptions of normality enduring without qu...
Growing Slow written by SMiles at Spillwords.com

Growing Slow

Growing Slow written by: SMiles @stephenmiles2   When desires, to be pan piped by Morricone wake, over hung, naked, with a willing beauty working lit...
SMiles

SMiles

My name Is Stephen John Miles (SMiles) live in Barrow in Furness Cumbria England, I'm 53 diagnosed dyslexic at 47. Found my written voice once diagnosed and have been shouting ever since. I've a self published children's book Zac's leather elephant and a published children's book The fox the owl and the big green towel, I have a new children's book coming out later this year called Book of Zac. The books are published by Austin Macaulay. I made stories up to entertain my children all rhyming this led to the books. My break in poetry came after a friend of mine died and I wrote a poem for his funeral. Two years ago I appeared at the Bloomsbury festival in London. I write beat poems as it works well with my dyslexia. Something I feel strongly about is self expression after feeling excluded for so long. I'm not for everyone but then not everyone's for me so that makes us even.