Cherrypicked stories
David 1917
I remembered your foot pushing towards my face through the grass.
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Summer Rain
The metal burns my hands as I tear it away. I snatch her up in my arms, holding her limp body close. I only hear the harsh buzzing of static as I approach the crowd. (edit)
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A day in the life
In Spain this would be siesta time back to our homes for Sangria and sleep.
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A day in the life
In Spain this would be siesta time back to our homes for Sangria and sleep.
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This Line's The Title
Author's note: We tend to think of poetry a terribly sophisticated medium, but in fact performance poetry is one of the most primal art forms.
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Only Dead Fish Go With The Flow
As per inspiration point 24/8/07.
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Tell me a story...
Tell me a story, she said. About what? I asked. About anything. About stuff. About you. Just keep my mind busy so I don't have to think anymore.
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Formal feeling
Formal feeling ‘The fact is, after grief there is no formal feeling,’ she writes to her aunt in Tolenta who keeps geraniums because Ginsberg chatted to her about reincarnation
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My Life Oy Vay 14.
MY LIFE OY VAY 14 (DIARY OF A DRUNK BASTARD)
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White With A Hint
But a hint of what?
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- 3402 reads
Track 9: The Dignity of Labour Part 1 by The Human League
200 words.
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Punch
Mornings he is full of beans, eats egg and porridge for breakfast, sings a song, brushes off her jealousy, fools around with the cat, so that the postman who calls,
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- 1946 reads
Reasons to be Beautiful
Love hangs herself With the bed sheets in her cell Threw myself on fires for you 10 good reasons to stay alive 10 good reasons I can't find
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- 526 reads
My vestments reek of worldly cares
My vestments reek of worldly cares, I have tarried too long in afflictions pit of pride and ego.
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- 888 reads
Adverb to the Wise
A class with Inez
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Just Hangin
Just Hangin First time in years I'm all alone all my costumes,roles,jobs, have peeled away I'm in retreat with no religion bubblewrapped in silence my people are travelling without me
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I don't want anything bad to ever happen to you
We both know your fish will die, that you will stand on upturned plugs.
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I've got a friend called Byron now
we play on his Nintendo Wii
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- 1630 reads