Our first swim was the last swim of summer.
You said I needed boys that
Smelt like the sea;
Now that they are gone
And you are right
Memories lurk down by the wooden boats.
Things I didn’t know about;
I hate not knowing everything.
It is a reminder that the world exists without me,
That I am not a part of everything.
If only I had known then
You can only romanticise something when it’s gone,
Like some kind of consolation prize for your loss.
I will shut my eyes, open my legs
And view the world as I see it.
I find myself wishing there was only one place
I had ever known you
So I could destroy it.
There are too many places that have part of me.
We drove back the following night and you said
We had won
And I knew by you saying it that we hadn’t. ―Kate Vinen

Vez ou outra,
vem alguém pra lembrar,
que o coração pode derreter
que o coração não é de metal
que esse órgão tem músculos capazes de amar,
e que chova muito amor dentro da minha aorta,
e que depois daquele beijo,
você me fez sua,
mais do que qualquer um.

''Sinto-niza os Dez problemas 
Dois poemas
 Desordem, caos 
Mau olhado 
Bzz
 Mal contato
 É Bad trip.

 Poe um blues.
 Mas,
 Se tem arte,
 Meu bem 
Qualquer bad vira bed 
E a gente deita 
E rola 
E não é ninguém. Desliga a luz.''