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Loneliness

"Being alone is not so bad" I tell them, You get to write and read and think You get to wander around naked You get to leave dirty plates piled in...

QUESTION ME&;#063;

QUESTION ME? Dont question me. just accept. please. in my head it makes sense. leave me believe. sometimes i do crazy stuff. we all do. but i know...

Red Dress

The girl in the picture By the attic window Swimming in that red dress Draped in free falling locks The colour of the ravens breast She smiled at me...

Casket

Up, The damp rising Seeping past thin Wooden casket walls Gnawing at the sleeper Tracing the rot of time In stagnating murky pools Her skin not fully...

Baddies are only bad to goodies

Will you quit reading the description and get reading the story already&;#063;
Cherry

Venus Forge 1

On visiting Tate Modern

Frozen window

&;#65279;Through a Frozen Window. Emily sits. A moment frozen in time finds her by a window, looking out. She gazes dreamily into the distance, a...

Shattered Beauty

Nature is so callous To curse or bestow her The face with left half Disfigured and warped By severe accident befallen on her Alas! Louis Ashby...

Once We Were Dragons

Mythilogical Tale, Unknown to many, disregarded by everyone else.

Turning Point

Gazing intently at Clouds in the sky of gloom Glow with iron-hot red As if my wounds ripe enough To burst as active volcano erupts Quite confused I...

Let my Bygones be Bygones

Striking a matchstick gently On the surface of the matchbook For warming up the winter Underneath the wetted wooden log As leftover after burnt...

Letters to a mini-me*

To Amy, my mini-me!

Postcard: Sybil Thorndike 1934

Written about a black and white postcard...
Cherry

Apples

The dark tea-time of the soul

Question

Will make you think

Nothing To Write About

It all started one perfectly normal evening in September. It was raining outside. We had just eaten a dinner of pasta with tomato sauce, cheese and...

Me

a (boring) day in the life of me

Upwards Ladder

Before my song is even sung I stand upon the middle rung. The ladder's top I cannot see; It stretches to infinity. Step by step I make my way, Hour...

Joy in Dull Grey Streets

Rain falls, pattering A steady beat into The music, totally Alien in the grey. The rain bounces Off the street, In a boundless dance. A figure,...

Dance of Joy

Music strains from Every fibre of my soul, And dances around me. My heart, it soars, As love adores, The symbol of my youth. My feet, they start, To...

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