Autobiography
Cloaks
You used to play with my feelings like a magician with three tumblers
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Potted History
More short stories to follow.
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All the things I'm not
why is it that i sleep when i should wake? do i shut out the world and go to the closest thing i have to a safe place one without responsibility, a place without pain or fear or love or loss?
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August 4th 2010
"When I grow up I'm not going to be a tidy person so I'm just practicing!"
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The long road home
I set first foot on this road when you left me. At the time I didn’t realise, I was too lost in my grief.
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Thoughts on a Summer Evening
A Summer soliloquy
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reflections of a little crumb
Would that a simple box could keep me bound Boredom would grab me quite soon crawling insects and critters all around nothing but nature for a tune breaching silence with their sounds
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My Big Bang
Yes, it certainly was a Big Bang (for me)...
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the end of the night
a journey home
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Unbroken
Time is paused in honour of the tension between a quesion and the answer.
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Jerricho Jones
Whether upon his toes or down on his knees, His trousers stay straight without even a crease.
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The confutative punk-u-hater
Shall I be but a mime and wear upon my crown a crown that seems so similar to that upon thine Tis better to be strange than to appear the same the same as all the others
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Golden memories
The wind whistled in our ears through an open window for years and years on dark highways and lonely roads as we motored across the country passing cars in our old cars
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Lion
A gruesome ,horrific poem of death seen through the eyes of a lion!Children cover thine eyes now. This poem will scare the childhood right out of you.
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Yorkshire
You can always tell a Yorkshireman, but you can't tell him much!
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RETURN FROM THE PRECIPICE
RETURN FROM THE PRECIPICE. When I finally broke everything turned hectic. My psyche like a wound gone septic. The adrenalin breakdown in my blood precipitating
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One Night Together
One night Together Lost in each other Exchanging secrets And fluids And chocolate Skin on skin In timeless love One soul Two bodies Entwined Together But when We bathe Separately
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Post Card from a St Ives camping trip
A Camping holiday in St Ives.
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KL 2
An essay I wrote in school, Kuala Lumpur Nocturne, more than 50 years ago, tried to describe the city in the night.
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Jobless
A true story about a time my dad was jobless!
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Carcass Poem
Held in this burnt morning I bleed. Christen me with your crimson sky, the edges scar my skin. Stretched out limbs lie loose, submissive in succulent shade. Fierce, invisible, natural weapon
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For Arwen
She reached for the solid bank of sand, but dissolved into grains of memories for you to try and hold.
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I died in 2006
I died in 2006. Oh I’m still here sitting in front of the PC writing this; I’m not a zombie, one of the undead but I died in 2006 all the same.
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more school recollections.
this is a third draft that I am planning to integrate with act of compartmentalization
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what can i do?
They came into my home not out of any choice of mine but because of necessity. It made me feel uncomfortable strangers coming in twice a day.
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The Parting
I watch your train departing And unbidden, to my eye Come familiar tears of sadness, I just want to stand and cry, But I watch as it grows smaller And then turn with head bowed low.
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A Defining moment.
A defining moment? An extract from The Life of an Unperson by Bruce Wiles.
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Images of my Grandmother
My Grandmother... my mother’s mother... second draft
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The Day that never happened.
There were the four of us: my mother, full of conversation and of summer and shadow; my father, tall, with iron black hair, parted to the right, on top of his handsome set features; silently knowing,
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Act of compartmentalization
this is a first draft.
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Friendship?
It takes a truly special person with a special hatred to pretend friendship only to inflict pain; I pray you never meet them.
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don't you follow me (song)
If you wanna be free... then don't you follow me. Be a river to the sea, learn to let it be, drink any kind of tea, and don't you follow me If you wanna be free, live and let be.
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100 junkie nights
Take a 'mountain dew' can and a thumb tack: a practiced hand can turn it into a pipe in a few minutes, bent just right, half a square inch of tightly packed holes, a slightly torn baggie,
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There is only today
There is only today This is what I tell myself each morning I wake My eyes open to my prison once more The curse leaves my lips There is only today
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Angels In The Air
i come from the swing set of the summer night my dad and I talked about angels. every push sending me higher
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some skipping rhymes I remember from the playground of wembley manor junior mixed
Fortune telling, history, nature..
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The sestina sestina
A sestina, where instead of using 6 end words I use one. And it's 'sestina.'
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Triptych 2
Memories tender and sublime; a retrospective construction of childhood faith.
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Darkwolf
The Darkwolf A light cloaked in shadow; A soul shackled in chains of eldritch hue; A heart once aglow now cold. Savage, implacable, deadly. All of these am I; The wolf among sheep;
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ode to a friend
A beguiling word and bewitching glance may unfasten many a door. But if my favour you would adjure; this alone is all I ask; Speak your thought; be true to your word,
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It's Good to Be An Otta
http://diaryofadeskgirl.wordpress.com/2010/01/13/it%E2%80%99s-good-to-be...
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The last day
Personal growth
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I must I must be good
tidy up the kitchen tick tock does go the clock I must..i must be fast..the door will soon go knock.. That's if I am lucky.. gives me a little time to hide behind the sofa
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It's pronounced Nee-Okki
A little capsule of domestic strife
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Alex
Waistcoats. Red kissing the blue. Brandy coughing snifters, of a 40 a day obsessive. The killer black, to the top left pocket. With a little bit of screw. Sheffield steel. Shamrock luck?
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Dad
Old photographers never die, eh... They just go out of focus. Teachers on breath and signalling with 'Castella Classic' smoke, how does the weary world look through your magnifying glass?
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THE OVETHINKER
In the face of the on coming train of thought, she lays on the tracks silent and paralyzed by the coils of thick rope, wound then tied around her body in a series of neat reef notes.
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Family Picture
Turquoise, pink, Aztec pattern covers your plump apple belly growth that I want to capture
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Others
...She is trapped now Old man's beard in the hedgerow...
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Modern
Glittering hope is contained in our hands, Left For the fire, Right to make a stand, Lightning from the right palm, Can you see it in your hands? It starts with a mountain of four,
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A Piece of the Banner. Ch.# XII- College as a catalytic Experience- draft 3
Chapter XII- College as a catalytic experience
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Uncertainty
I’m trapped in this small town That I once considered my home Haunting my past like a ghost who can’t let go I don’t belong here anymore I’m different from the person they once knew.
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CLEVER DAD (IP) TRUE
With his fretsaw could make all kind of things One was a small plywood model shaped like a house the man on the left woman on th right When it was rain and showers
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But a dream
But a dream that did awaken in me the desire for more sleep to wake up now would be wrong I'm sure I'm needed somewhere else in another place my dream was better than my life it seems
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Pick-up
where bright lights and pretty ladies mingle in the clubs and bars of this city is a great place to start if your single and ready to abandon self-pity Catch the eye of a Dame from afar
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No false modesty here
No false modesty here. Where did they go? My glamour-girl looks? My once golden waterfall of hair Scragged up A Britney trailer trash copy The two-inch roots laid bare
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On dating
On Dating Are you solvent? Not that I'm a gold-digger you understand But I can't afford To carry another's debts The price of nappies has gone up (You can thank Mr Cameron for that)
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last hit
brilliant crimes illuminate the night kaleidoscope of darkness spinning out of control in the hands of madness easily justified by a surprise defence of insanity Will you take a hit
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Love thy sun
When sirens breath fire and ice forms on words of desire stars hide behind blossoming clouds shyly watching as lesser spirits tangle with greater emotions which have been unbound
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