Paul Stewart

Joined March 2021

1338 stories

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Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.

The Accidental Poet - Poetry Collection out now!

Streams and Scratches in My Mind coming soon!

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I Kicked a Girl and Didn't Like It. Top Story - May 2023.
This is not the easiest thing I've ever published to Vocal, but I lose count of the times I've said or thought that. I can't quite remember how old I was, but it was when I was still in primary school, so it was likely before I was 11. So, young.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Confessions
Sensory Neglect
Can you not smell that? She asked - Without a reply, she let out a sigh It's the smell of yet another lie Designed with the intent to cover
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Warning From the Future
I need to be brief. I only have fifty words to tell you the most important information you will ever get. The world you know is a lie. It is our fault. I’m sorry to say that it is coming and the only advice I can give is to run.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Chapters
Takes Its Toll
I make it look like this is all a big game Like I could take or leave it all the same * It's just words, expressions, and structure
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Sunset Over the Sea
I sat quietly and sipped my sweet tea As I watched the sunset slowly over sea Thoughts of tomorrow Of joy and of sorrow
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
The Sinister Snake
There is something sinister about that snake The way he slithers is evil, make no mistake He twists and turns His green venom burns
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
When Money is Extremely Tight
When the money is extremely tight And you're struggling for a delicious bite Windy pie, airy pudding Bread and cheese, no cooking
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
The Woman With The Hairy Leg
There once was a woman who had one very hairy leg She sat in the middle of town and started to beg I need a razor or wax strip, she said
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
The Fractured Tit
There once was a woman with a fractured tit She moaned and groaned, but the pain wouldn't quit Her baby remained in place
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Worn Out, Tired
Paranoid, wound up I just want to move somewhere quiet away from society Stressed, fed up I just need the world to stop spinning to let me off
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
To The Me I Was Before
Dear me, The me I was before I was the me I am today The me who had everything to gain and everything to lose The me whose path wasn't yet dictated by the worst habits
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
To Whoever It May Concern
To whoever it may concern, I know how much the hurt can burn, I know its hard, when at every turn, There is no help, no solution, no end
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets