They say no man is an island But Browsing bruised among the status updates Tags and wallposts, well-located namechecks Furling forward like a procurator’s scroll
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I Scribble Lyrics on the Clock
I scribble lyrics on the clock Scrawling with a child's breathless anticipation Tongue peeking meekly out. Waiting for the music to seize me once more
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Yuletide Rhymes
Who makes Snow flakes fall from the sky. It’s just Jack Frost as he goes by. Reindeers canter pulling Santa’s sleigh. Lanterns on their antlers light their way.
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I still love you forever (Lyrics)
1st Verse I wish that you could hear this music in my heart, that plays when you are near; that stops when we’re apart. I wish that you could feel how deeply I love you;
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T.E
You were paler the morning, as drinkers are, you were softer. With this quiet vunerability; puffy-eyed and suffering the full-blown shakes.
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Ground Control To Major Tom (Part 1)
It was a fitting start to the worst day of my life. It started off when I woke up by hitting my head off the ceiling of my bedroom, though up here it was hard to tell what was up and what was down.
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The Crow
She just stands there staring at the traffic. Her lips move constantly, whispering to herself. Talking to herself, or remembering. Like going over a shopping list or something.
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Burying the other - final poem from the final section.
A bunch of close knit flowers, Every stem a different regret
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The search for Merlin Homes 6/15
Later that night the three of them were sitting comfortably inside a cone shaped magic field rather like a tent that Morwenna had put up round them, “That’ll keep out all the nasties for the
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