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Drag

A poem of confusion in reality.

Superstitious

This is the underworld. As I venture through Aeneas's pathway he once cut so easily. I can't see Elisium, but the souls stretch on for miles in their...

Ask me When You're older

Ask Me When You're Older When I was quite young and I asked my mum, Those questions that made her go red, She'd say "oh my love, good heavens above,...

Babies

Babies Babies when first born just giggle and burp But don't really do much at all, It's not that surprising they're a little upset, Being squeezed...

Getting a word in

Getting A Word In When I was a child I just sat there and smiled, I kept quiet, as all children should, Once in my teens I was foreign it seems,

Dangerous Dog

Dangerous Dog I went and bought a dog last week, I got him for a pound, I just showed up at the rescue place, And left with this ugly hound.

lonleyless

on my own

forget

why do i always forget

Replacement

Looking for music
Cherry

Breathless

temptation

Pity

When you feel the winds grow strong again And slap your hair into your face And beat against your legs till they are dead and stiff you know you've...

No going back

going back in time and not being able to escape

One Thousand Violins

They walked through cities through forests through swamps by the time they arrived at the dessert bare footed their group had halved. some couldn't...

Liza Rose

Where pray tell is Liza Rose That child for sure doth tarry By mire and wooded glade Akin to gale she blows The devil she would marry Hitch'in skirts...
Cherry

Entirely Tamed

tame as a kitten softy then roughly consumed penetrated by natural instinct perhaps no less destroyed an abominable object now reduced entirely tamed...
Cherry

C= From the Hip 3

This chapter tells about the Twins friends and the plot finally gets started! It is the chapter TC didn't like!

in my garden

Poem

pool

Blue green water lit by moonlight comes to life as rain from a summer storm falls into its depths. Life chortles on lily pads, and the smell of wet...
Cherry

The Pot-bellied pig and the Preacher's wife.

One of those humourous days - A true story
Cherry

Swept

The wind wraps me in to you. And I can stand this. For I am swept again. This isn't melancholy, crashing a wave, a lost riptide. I am clear on that. All of that.

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