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Within You Without Me

I watch you running through the forest Shaking leaves and swaying boughs. I watch you ripple through the long grass Sweet love's passion's so arouse.

Life's Miseries: The Story of Two Clones

In loving memory of David Kameron Campbell II, my very first friend whom I will always remember. Dedicated to all my friends. Michael Gatti Presents: Ganico's First Book:

Wanting is Devastating

I would wait for him forever

Nice Boy

Some guys don't even know how to tell the truth

Hopeless

Kiss me when I sleep

In the end it is what it is

Everyone said he wasn't good enough for me, but it took a very long time for me to see it, and sometimes I still think I'm the one not good enough.

My Turn

Discontent and self made allusions

What is it about you?

I Hate the fact that there was something about him that made me out of control

Just Can't Get Over IT

I want to feel you hold me, kiss me, touch me

I Let Her Go

A few thoughts, which may not stay here long. This is the kind of thing that runs through my head at this time of the evening when I've been thinking too much.

Bus Conversation

Stevie took his seat upstairs at the front of the bus, and mentally leaned into the conversation behind him A: "So, you design? You're a designer?" B: ¦¦¦¦¦¦.. A: "You design houses? Have you ever designed a restaurant, or a bar?"
Cherry

Big Pig

A big pig on the streets of London...

Wilbur Worm and the Umbrella

WILBUR WORM AND THE UMBRELLA Wilbur Worm came out of his hole and looked round the garden. Huge raindrops splished and splashed around him, making muddy pools in the lawn and flower beds. "My favourite kind of day, said Wilbur happily, and he set off across the grass to play in the water.

Rain and more rain

For those in London surrounded by rain!

Honeymooners

Chains, lips, knives and skin

Squirrels

I got on a train today and was accosted by a gang of squirrels. Actually, it was a gang of aliens dressed as squirrels...

Hoxton 4.27am

She feels stale breath and his fingers stroking her back she arches like a cat toning the morning to horror 'I love you' he whispers with a little pressure and something sharp painting the room red

Pursuit

Being chased by you all over town like Starbucks was strange with your hair and your legs underpinned by wine in overdraft bars name dropping like breathing your insecurity laid bare

Frog Poetry

A few nonsence poems inspired by 'The challenge' Help! There's a Frog in My Computer.

arse dribble

a poem about poetry - inspired by the Stephen Fry thread!

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