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The Greengrocer washed his hands in cabbage juice every morning; It gave his skin that crisp yet supple flavour one looks for in a father figure. He had hoped this would improve his, frankly, dismal yam sales, but alas it only hastened his metamorphosis i...

Born Sleeping

Poem about loss

You were born with your eyes closed What colour they were, I’ll never know Your chest was still, but you felt warm Your face was beautiful, with skin so soft My tears were wet, they ran down my cheeks My sobs were loud, but no-one cared My heart was shatt...

The Clock of Life

Tomorrow is not promised

The clock of life is mostly sweet But sometimes it goes sour The clock is only wound up once Make the best of every hour   Time marches on it’s true to say It won’t wait for any man Don’t try to turn the clock back Because I don’t think you can   Forget a...

I have no Time for Time

Where did all the Time go?

I have no Time for Time Another second elapses in the world of the artificial constrains we have made ourselves, that of time. “I have no time for them!” “Time is of the essence” "Let's do it, quick-time now!" No, Enough! Time is something we bind ourselv...

He raised his hand once more She knew the pain would be intense If she could just not cry Not make a sound she prayed Go away Think of anything but the pain Go to your safe place she thought Run Hurry Before he connects with your face again And again Why...

You are the sparklein my blue eyes,You are the twinklein the night sky,You are the onewho is my guy,You are the answerto every why,You are the reasonthat I live,You are the manto ALL I'll give

Sounds Within

sounds from within formed in to words.

Sound. I envy them, for they wander. They live in deserts and woods, And they wander. They know the language of the desert And of the woods, For they live their lives the way they design. No one calls them back- Home, parents, peers, And no one. They live...

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The Love of Death

To love what is already gone brings faith to live in one

The Love of Death News and stocks constantly changing, but one night more than just a percentage goes down. The old heart of ones love stops beating. Still conscious, increasing feeling of coldness, he mumbles in vowels & driveling. Not knowing what to do...

A fire burning deep under my skinA siren blaring in my brainThis is the fate I liveHolding on through all the noiseRipping through all the painThis is the fate I liveWatching all the happy peopleKnowing I can't connectThis is the fate I liveGetting closer...