Family Life
There's indentations, on the chipboard wall. From bedposts, punched sex, and addiction. Take away menus, on the door mat. Glossing over red gasbills. Her birthday card.
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Day 40 (The Road to Emmaus)
This is my greatest fear: I’m not going to recognise Some sort of truth
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One-Way Ticket
It was always quiet this time in the evening. Brendan had been down this road, passed this letter box, crossed at this corner, and waited at these lights, many times before.
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Diamonds Abound
In my dreams Diamonds abound Like water in a river Even found in the swine’s filthy stall What a place this truly was Sad it was a dream I’m still broke
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a life of violence
a few moments of peace in a brely tolerable life
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Day 12 - Next Time on 'Flatmates'
(T. RUMMAGING, DESPERATE, THROUGH THE SHALE OF JUNKMAIL)
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Sterling
In response to the inspiration point "twistical" - 30/03/2007.
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i miss you
the first of many lighter poems (hopefully)
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The Class, or Her Room
Red door, like dried blood, with a stainless steel meet-hook for a handle Blue carpet like arctic sea, white walls like in a mental asylum
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- 1333 reads