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God Bless This Child True
this made up by me years ago. Now in his late 40. with prayers although can't do much.etc.
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Daddy's Little Girl
...He would leave me drowning in black terror... I never understood the things I did so wrong when I tried so hard to please him. I only ever wanted to be daddy’s little girl.
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JUST A DREAM
I'm looking at my toes in the bath all painted I begin to laugh A singer's yodelling away The ref is blowing his whistle half-time listen! the cuckoo has started again
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War on terror
Don't Stop you son of God! Kill 'em. Blow 'em all. Those infidels. Barbarians.Bloody parasites! Let trophies be Their heads to your kids. Whose future must you guard
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Underneath the surface
How my story really begins. A mother turns a blind eye to abuse in her own home and is forced to see things clearly by her children. As the story goes on, darker secrets are revelaed. Comments?
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Midsummer Madness
It landed in the field one day and Turned the grass to muck. A garish nipple on the countryside; Cherry, lemon, orange and cream
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Passover
Hmm... well it probably is an allegorical tale, don't you think?
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The 4.30pm London to Berkamhead, Return (Berkamhead 1996: Diary Entry 15th September 1996)
The 4.30pm London to Berkamhead, Return. Berkamhead 1996
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Dead badger on the A605
Friday evening A rushed dinner Into the car, heading out of the city. Hot, and the sunroofs meagre breeze doesn’t stop the sweat beading on my brow.
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Why I Cut
A poem regards Self Harm (there is no glory in this)
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TOO FAR TOO SOON poem
a carpenter by trade too busy with captured hours losing wife to inattention and love drifted into different streams storm clouds covering their home
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Picturesque View
The snow on the mountain peaks.
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Pleroma
is a shower of stars petal after petal flowoverly flowering through the logos spermatikos spreading through one's body, filling it with joyous spirituality
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Night Music
And our song begins to call out In soft minor keys Tonight children will die! Tonight children will die!
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My Friend is the Bully
In assembly today the headmaster said he was worried about bullying in our year. Boring. I mean some kids just deserve it.
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Swoon
Even the lightest breeze of His breath Upon her neck She would swoon And melt like ice-cream on the floor.
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Chapter Six: Humiliation in a Peruvian Blanket
Kate discovers she can't make a men have sex if he doesn't want to. Then she realises, she actually really likes Mr Medium Brown. But in the end something happens which stops the plan in its tracks.
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Une Nuit Blanche
Message from a veteran insomniac ;) I move from mountain range to foetal - twisting turning. Turning in the grooves of this grave - arms as wings, waving, waving.
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Neighbours
Mrs. Jackson’s jealous; it’s put her out of fettle. She looks just like a Bulldog that’s licked piss off a nettle!
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