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Don’t wait until you are losing someone, To realise that you need to be there for them, In the way that you should always have been there for them. Maybe you… Continue reading Don’t Wait.
I am an artist. I am a creator of fictional worlds, of hypothetical instances that float within the imagination of the person experiencing my art, and although I may draw from my own very valid memories and experiences in creating … Continue reading The Daily Flannel – Creator of Fiction, Creator of Gods. Pure Poetry.
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? Dear God; dear Universe; dear Paradoxical Exigence of the Mind, I awake to the quarantine of the rain, spraying me like an infected bloom; my inner voice trying to cleanse me of the consternation that has clouded my internal skies for some time now; sparking storms and raging waves that crash against your distant shores. I awake with eyes wide open, with sudden appreciation for the shape of my fear; the well-trodden hopes of an effigy clothed in resonant but disdainful robes, walking in shoes it has no business to… Continue reading Dear God – MPoWriMo
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Heaven and earth, Keep me well, For I have not long to spare. ‘Tis fleeting my appearance here, As I cross the wooded bridge. Splinters catch my feet; Caught in ivy binds, And for a moment I am smiling broad, As I savour earth’s embrace. But heaven calls From beyond the seas, Within the clouds, And olivine painted trees, With resonant stress Upon my name, Weighing heavy as the sun; And I urge my legs To wander on, Giving thanks to all I pass. ? Continue reading Heaven and Earth
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? Have you seen this woman today? She makes me smile, cry a little, She blows me away. She takes my words And weaves them into silken strands, Fine and eloquent and full of poetry. Lyrical treacle running down my spine, Coating my every sensation with pleasured pain. This woman I love, She makes me smile, A childlike smile that Makes my cheeks ache with innocent But profound and intense joy. She blows me away, This woman. This woman I’ve seen today. ? (For my Porgy) ? ? ? ? If you… Continue reading Woman – Day 4 – NaPoWriMo 2014 (MPoWriMo)
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My name is a gift Not an arbitrary adjunct to A supposition made by Foreign tongues. Tongues that speak with lyricism and cool; Tongues that fork and drool Venomous charm. If… Continue reading This is not a typo – MPoWriMo
I’m still waiting For the other shoe to drop, The one marked with indelible ink That reads: “Idiot, you should have been wiser.” Continue reading Idiot Syndrome
Beauty is not love; Sanity is not happiness; Separation in not justice; Pain is not healing. Letting go is healing. Moving on is healing, Unless you are just not done, And your heart yearns to burn With the addiction … Continue reading Love is a drug
Beautiful door; Closed door. Broken promises; Lost key. False door; A work of art. Admire, take a photograph, And walk away. Continue reading Beauty Is Not Love
Girl and man; Daughter and Father; Family. Water between them; Love flows like water; Two people connected. Continue reading Flow
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