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Tattoos of tiny footprints

Short Poem ...Tattoos of tiny footprints...
Gold cherry

Foundations

Yourself The automatic doors snark an impatient hiss and he rushes out. Clots of rain thrum the sidewalks. He ducks into a phone box and it is a...

Salt

In the world full of strife Of my bland and insipid life You are the salt I love you to a fault With the world twisting knife I used to pick at life...

Green

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Dry Wood

Witless, winding through a frosty Forest, my way, suddenly, blocked by a pair Of wooden slippers, sodden Through the cool morning rain Side by side...

Chameleons (Song)

1. Chameleons of indigo; chameleons of gold; chameleons are a rainbow; a wonder to behold. 2. Chameleons of tangerine; chameleons of white;...
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Voices

She's staring at me again, I find it odd the way she just sits and stares. Working in an open plan office in a call centre you can't help but notice...

Zazzoom (Song)

1. Zazzoom; its like a lightning bolt has hit my heart and its your fault. Zazzoom; don't know just what it is that fills my heart and feels like...

This Writing Life

The challenge? Write 750 words a day EVERY DAY. That means no time off. Which is all good and well on papier but, when your work suddenly gets busy...
Cherry

Now I'm Bionic Second Part

Saturday 19 th August 2017. Dear Diary... Just as I thought everything would be fine now I was home and in my own environment, another nightmare came...
Cherry

Now I'm Bionic

Dear diary... Monday 14 th August 2017. So, it's 7.30am, here I am at the hospital once more ready as I'll ever be for what's coming. Behold the...

The Boy And The Bird

Once a man died, leaving his son nothing except a talking bird who could say only three things, "Keep going", "Don't give up" and "Have courage". And...
Cherry

Inferno

To make an inferno of a persons’ home is to question the ground where the building stands, watching flames lick the side of it as neighbours scream...

Shipwreck

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I am a Storm Wizard

I lean forward and brace my feet against the waves. I raise my face and arm. I cast of my wet cold glove, -I don't need it; my flesh alone against the wind is enough this time.

SHINING SOMEWHERE ELSE

the sun's a happy traveler never ruminates too long it lingers for a moment when you turn your back, it's gone . it travels off to places where you...
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To Love a Psychopath

I can’t wait to watch you burn. I can’t wait for the day the light in your eyes disappears and all that’s left is emptiness. I can’t wait for you to...

The Dark

This is in depression's point of view. It is vaguely about the disguise people suffering from depression wear. A little cliche I think but nevermind. Would love any feedback.
Gold cherry

Which Craft

Fledglings
Cherry

Hire Purchase

Sunshine beats upon a rain soaked street, somewhere outside the conference centre on the Western Approach. The weather contradicts itself as it has...
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