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When I Was Younger
When I was younger, my father gave me a vintage Mickey Mouse radio-alarm clock. It had a knob that you could turn, and when turned it would play a...
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5/6/14 more of
his look breaks like a wave on the page - books are rocks from which any crack of sound or sight distracts from impact. A rush of talk follows, as he...
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You'll be sorry if you steal my Ferrari
Last month the key broke off in the ignition of my Ferrari. People try to steal my car but they end up being sorry. I have something in my Ferrari...
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Love.....pfft!
I thought I had experienced love, I guess I was wrong. That wasn’t love, it was dependency out longed. I mean when you love someone, your waking...
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5/6/14
Silent, she held it warily, a thing of power, a voice. A boy, trying to help eased it from her, gently beat it, gave it back She threw her sweet tin...
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At The Point Of A Gun
*** A re write of the one I posted yesterday - dedicated to the Nigerian girls kidnapped from their school ***
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The Naming of Plants
Enough to bore the socks right off the birds and the bees!
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The Summer Dance – An Accumulative Dance (Lyrics)
This is how you do the summer dance; you stamp your feet to the beat and you clap your hands. This is how you do the summer dance; you jump back; you...
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Ch18: Stolen May 31st
I wake up and the space beside me is empty. The cottage is quiet, either Ian’s reading or he’s gone for a walk. Either way, I’m happy to be alone in...
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Kludge
KLUDGE The revolving restaurant was balanced on top of the modern hotel like a stranded flying saucer. Although it appeared to be perfectly at rest,...
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Lament from an immigrant
Breathing the same air as you, I do not take what you take from it. Walking through your crowded markets, your noise does not touch me. Can I not...
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Tempus Fugitive – Toy Idea
Just like Action Man/G.I. Joe dolls, The Tempus Fugitive comes with lots of costumes and accessories to dress him up with. However, The Tempus...
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Ch17: Stolen May 30th part 2
“Did you manage to call my parents?” We are still in bed, the sheets twisted around our bodies, sweat drying as the breeze comes in the open window...
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Unclassified - Bulgy Smoking Mum + Spin Cycles I - IV + endpiece
When I knew I was expecting My body told me to stop Smoking now sickened me. But we're not all made the same. She's young Fleshy tattooed arms...
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# Tracks
Half of a ride taken after hearing Iain Sinclair talk about a walk following the London Overground . http://www.saqibooks.co.uk/2013/08/westbourne-press-publish-empty-rainco...
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The Down and Out King - 25
EMILY Where the broth is made of bones, Where the cobblers face all weather, Where the stove is seldom lighted, Where the rugs are daily boxed, Where...
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"toy" box
Yelling. Screaming. Hatred. All the mean words, the dirty looks, seem to resonate within my brain. My small light of hope and happiness has nearly...
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About a Girl
About a Girl John while walking the main street of his hometown, he sees a pleasantly looking girl in front of him, girls like her is the reason why...
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Back To Paradise (Song)
1. Take me back to where the flowers sing; sea of colours in the summer wind; blue Nirvana of the summer sky; golden temple bell that rings on high...
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Poetry=Therapy
Depression is a powerful thing, It can prevent you from participating in life. A heavy weight always on your heart, A misery following you wither you...
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