Autobiography

A Vendor's Tale of Old Books!

A Vendor’s Tale of Old Books! In the silence of the soul, Light is the essence of being. I wandered up the road today, parched pavement cracked. Time’s eternal magic carpet – an
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Conundrum

Social work have given us a working agreement, to be signed by Monday. Part of this is for me to see their "independent psychologist".
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Wobbly Tooth

He's lost his first two baby teeth in care. But he wouldn't put them under his pillow there, he wants OUR tooth fairy to come, to his own bed.

SERGIO MARIA

Prologue SERGIO WROTE A LETTER IN THE FOREST: Dear People,

Holy shit Batman (a schnippet of teenage life).

You said , did you make a move on GLENN???? I started ranting about how me and jamie brokeup... I hope... Holy shit, batman

We All Go Crazy

We all go crazy,smile

Shattered

christ-like i spread my arms flying towards the sun penetrating clouds above and falling through air-empty non-space heated closeness crosses my arms on my chest and again i am falling falling

Burning Smile

A smile burns the pages and everything vanishes in vapour. As if the smile is crying the same time as it is burning the pages. It smiles, it burns and it cries simultaneously.
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An Affair.

It was cold outside, But in the cusp of your hand there is a flame, Withering and dying- But it is still alive. What is it that attracts two people together?

We Stand Together but Apart

And together we should. Could. But didn’t Won’t Closing the door. Turning the key. We Exit Together. But apart Once touching Holding Longing. Now Distant And cold We stand

my wish

snow is falling softly like the feathers of my winter-jacket. pitty I am allergic to feathers. I'm going to the line to get my favourite jumper. pitty it is frozen.

You Forget

You forget, and by doing that you win nothing, but you gain nothing too.

Silent Prayer

With the silent prayer, wordless form of the energetical sub-atomical layer of non-touchable existence that reaches out to its beginning, we are calling You. You are our beginning and our end.
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Land Art

Drawn to mark the earth With mortal tattoos These artists fashion Fragile appendices to nature. Whatever the opposite Of the search for immortality They chase it, knowing
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To Drown The Monstrous I

Free, but rarely registering, The land, the sky the sea, My world’s within; a maelstrom of misery. Replicated deep within each cell Redundant thought, contemplative hell

Hermaness

When darkness has pulled its hood over the hills And the pulse of the wind is your only companion I’ll still be about, on the edge of your vision A kiss on the quiet beneath your cagoule

Miscarriage

I have to say goodbye to my little angels; my unborn children so tiny sleeping soundly, innocent and pure.

Lucy & Jason

It is so unfair having to say goodbye when we’ve barely said hello So many dreams of meeting you have been shattered Now we’re faced with letting you go.
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It's really F-ing cold

This is a bit of an odd one.
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Curled Into a curved blade of sadness Scalding water spins on her exposed hip Knees pull to ribcage Chin dipping to collar bone Heart cries shake into milk-colored porcelain

I Belonged To You

I cannot let go. Your tossing burn courses through habituated veins. It doesn't hurt as much as it used to be one. Convinced I had cleared your traumatizing hurdle my heart, skip the love

Kicked Loose

I am kicking myself loose as the snaking ties twist my waist lash my ankles to the heaving ground losing touch grasp sensation circulation hands unclench, feet frosted so I kick loose
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good morning to the ash God

feasted on sweet sausage, deep sleep re-ordered my troubled brain and I woke up somewhat refreshed to view the continuing fall of steady rain on yards with vibrant rosebushes

Unpacking

There was always an admiring gaze cast to you – bouncing back to me However, remaining separate in our universes All this time Until We gripped each others boxes Eager to see their contents

Fruitful

This is a slow and sure process It never got this far before The ground too unsteady with the heave of energy in motion To ever take hold This time All systems checked

A tolerant society

this plastic bag is biodegradable

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Self medicating on misery was an art I practised religiously.I burdened my mind with untold truths and refined lies whilst laying with my new found dieties.

tribal drum beats....

I'm back home. by the stones, at one with mother nature the soul of the universe tribal drum beats and love primal haircuts flashlights and torch rays keep brushing over me

*being in love was never easy*

so they say that it's easier so much easier to say "i hate you" over "i miss you" so they say but being in love was never easy and never a game. xxx.

If you upset me.

you know we meet people and you take a deep breath in .
Poem of the week

Wind Chimes in North America

Prayers return to my lips like a reluctant lover. Now I talk to God the way one talks to a coma patient...

Returned to my arms

I never want her to leave We belong here and now We belong here and now

Thankyou To Those Who Have Supported My Work!

It's been One Year to this day, that I have been with abc tales.
Story of the week

Horse Tears

I remember it vividly. I wanted to wear my cherry jumper because it would look nice in the pictures.

Communion

I do not feel you near in prayer nor in the old sacraments but in the midst of ordinary things like making tea or cutting cabbages the worn, familiar textures of our lives

One Up From A Slave

Rent and bills to be paid And tax I’d rather evade My life’s an endless ‘to do’ list But I must work just to exist Is this freedom

Bereavement

So much that was part of you

An Open Letter To My Ex Lovers

Another time and place And things would still be the same Like two self harmer’s Both slaves to the pain

Let's have some fun

i have not idea but i have to sun fun fun fun enjoy

Hardly ever

Hardly ever should a grown man cry but you try and stop yourself when you look another man in the eye and hear him tell you you're the reason for his granddaughters demise, eyes so hard

sulfur springs haiku

naked apes strutting under the peace sign; taking a mile every inch "hippie" music show old long-hairs and young women mellow friendly glow under tranquil stars

There is a lot that is ugly about me.

There is a lot that is ugly about me. I hear voices, I see things, I have visions that I don't want. I look back to the past and I know, I was good once. Or was I?
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no answer

He comes into the kitchen looking sad. It's not unusual, we are both sad when we get back from taking our child back to the council offices. But it's not the shared kind of sadness.

For my Friends...

I may not be that confident And sometimes I’m quite strange Some days I want to be alone and shy away from change I may be quite neurotic And I know I can be sad

Purposeful!

A day in my life!

Teenage wisdom

a poem about knowing it all.. then realising you don't.

My Brother Is

i try and avoid poetry but every so often i try again...

I shouldn't have to break these bonds.

I shouldn't have to break these bonds This negativity shouldn't be here I've lost freedom and i didn't have to I won't look for it I just have to hope next time I don't lose it
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Let's Start Again

Competition Entry

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really, really not sure.

Runing the race

this is not about me, it about someone i knew never hid anything when years go you can never get them back.
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My Nightly Visitation

I am sick and tired of your regular visitations. Here you are again, the guilt - ghost that I left decades ago. Surely you should have evaporated by now -
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Alchemist

One night, believing myself big enough, I crept out of bed to neck my Father’s mouthwash. The mixture ripped my throat, Leapt from mouth and nose

Frigid Blessings

For all to fall, one last lonely moon light call, Come here my dear and make me feel small, I am but a brick in the wall. Stall as you cross the green summit,

Number 36

For the man who said rain is bubble wrap When the note came through the door to say that Louis at number 36 was in the hospital in a coma and was not expected to make it,

....and the sky was never blue

i'm sure i am unlike a piece of toast wavered with lusciousness and the sky was never blue whisps and flitters windy maybe i'm sure if i was butterfly's and calm stroking away

hail mary's for the vain.

escapists... i dare you. the stakes are not the same indecisiveness i want you to try and touch my heart i never led anyone astray and yet the circus came with the pimps feeling whores