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Wide-eyes for Lincoln

Hello Wide-eyes, Is the experience that pours in, what you expected, dreamt and learnt about, what you wrote to world leaders for? The oneiric not...

Q - BLOSSOM BABYSTABBER

What do you do on those days when you say 'Yes' but really mean 'Go to hell'? For the lovely 'Blossom', keep on doing it! x

Travelling by Mucktub

Love, wheelbarrows and silk Knickers

Take me away

a poem about the things in life

Evening

Evening Evening is the time of fading, The time of wistfulness; Eternal and transient. It is the quiet sound of

Mitteleuropa

Set in Prague encapsulating the new eastern europe.

These eyes

These eyes have seen, These eyes have cried, These eyed have told, These eyes have lied, These eyes, my eyes, have seen your eyes, Those eyes, your eyes, will realise, That in my eyes there lies the prize,

bare my soul

life - a savage hunt for a visible soul

For my flower from the gutter

I clean you, wash your feet, Caress your bruises and aching bones, With turpentine kisses. They burn the wounds, leaving scars, Pain is rememberence, The promise that you will never forget me.

Quit

Giving up, giving in, Today it happened, I swallowed the inevitable, Hook, line and sinker, I sampled the forbidden fruit, The indescribable sweetness of the prize,

absent

how many couples have walked past this tired feather this fag end this sand caked seaweed Without noticing the tiny, pink shrimp curled dead one leg...

about contact

Rolled up a tune somewhere, That dignified hum we turned on As we left the room On our way out Sometimes we curl up in a corner Forget what we said...

Iceland

A song

Inside your school bag

This is just to say I breathed you in last night even after you had left.
Cherry

Summerhouse window

This is just to say I wouldn't build a summerhouse out of dead roses, as you suggested, because it would fall down around me, even in other seasons.

IN A QUIET PLACE

A HAUNTING LIFE CHANGING LEGACY

Last Breath

World War One

Approaching Sundown

Do we really see what we think we see, or does our imagination play with us?

Why Wendy was late

An imaginative child

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