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Father

When I was small You sat on the edge of my bed And brought magic to my dreams In each story you read. Little did you know the faith You planted in...

Pettetino - the missing piece

For everybody their missing piece We search, Then search the world over For our missing pieces. I ask how come I found mine so young When the bitter...

Do You Live?

Tell a tale of whispers A pocket full of lies The chant is one of hundreds The story is still the same A string of moronic beings Packaged in a line. One mouth, one movement, one mind Bodies moving in time "Tell us how to think" "Tell us how to live" Open brains Wanting to be filled With the rhythm of a thousand other lives No fresh breath is breathed No new words are spoke A crime to live Outside the norm A hanging offence to scream Don't cry freedom Just march on We have been told throughout our lives There is no other way Tell a tale of whispers A pocket full of lies The chant is one of hundreds The story is still the same A string of moronic beings Packaged in a line.

To The Man I Love

I was scared to reach out And touch the flesh of Your bare heart, But sometimes What the heart feels The lips can not tell And when the soul cries...

Magic

Tell me, do you believe in Magic In visions pretold in dreams? That it is possible to fall in love In the shade of tall shapely trees? From the...

Inside your heart

You wear your soul in your eyes More precious than any earthly life I see myself reflected there And feel more beautiful than The sacred harmony of...

Brave

Writers' Circle Prompt 6/19

Salt...Pass The Salt

You turn around to tell me Then you remember I am gone I'm where you left me In the past On the sole of your Well-worn shoe You can't scrape me off...

Moorland friends

The excitement of a game means the friends forget their parent!s

Y - A Tale Of Revenge

Plagued by nightmares, Chris decides to do something about it

Beneath Me

my place

Smoking is the Only Sin

Harsh black-humoured vitriol on the right of non-smokers to defend themselves with violence.

Met.

almost forgotten

Oh YES!

climatic

Yes, I Just Called Her Ma

could their mom's have been sisters&;#063;

Violins (Saying Goodbye)

The music in his head just didn&;#8217;t want to stop

We Want To Go To School!

I wrote this for my children when they didn't want to go to school

Vie

Beyond this dusty window, lies the truth Through this thin veneer, afar from shelters illusion Shallow pools, furtively vie oceans of deceit Truths...

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