Mark Heathcote

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StoryLimerick Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryOften I’d search out the blue Mark Heathcote112 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThieves and menschen Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryPeace on a bough never withers Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryToss my hat; with the great, Hurrah... Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe lovers-root is a white-flower Mark Heathcote212 years 2 weeks ago
StorySelf profiling, prophesies... Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StorySing as I never did before Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe joys in her heart shall never be eclipse! Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryTo the intolerant elected us must learn to love: Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StorySearch endlessly for this truth divine Mark Heathcote112 years 2 weeks ago
StoryTo call upon the winds dust Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StorySee the world is anon... Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryStraight-out of the delivery box Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryTwo short poems: Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StorySéance reading... Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe dying flame you might expire Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryNap of monarch’s wing Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe first unsullied snowdrop Mark Heathcote112 years 2 weeks ago
StoryTraces of an eternal flame Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe one my soul abides Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryTo live beyond the sunrise! Mark Heathcote112 years 2 weeks ago
StoryOur way-would calling? Mark Heathcote112 years 2 weeks ago
StoryOn fairy lit night Mark Heathcote012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe cat’s cradle Mark Heathcote112 years 2 weeks ago

My stories

Why don’t you stay well clear of me?

I’m just a heartless kid my dear And I’ll break your heart, So just say 10 paces clear. “My love” Cause I can’t promise not to kiss you! I might be 47 but I’m just a kid…

My souls away with the fairies… (song)

My hands are not my own… They tremble like the school halls piano keys Whenever I see you alone! Ooh, my souls away with the fairies… Every time I turn and see you!

Tonight the wind is a bone-cutter

Gnawing away; at any internal natural peace. Any muscular sinew that hasn’t fallen- Off the bone and still begs for release…. `Is discarded dropped to earth like a dying petal?

Elf’s came to shake the bluebells

Elf’s came to shake awake the bluebells But first had to leave; their warmth. It was a tiny house covered in snow. Hidden ever so well; from grizzly trolls…

Niagara woman

Every hurt consoles me with a new devotion So wont yah join me in jumpin off these falls… Niagara woman—there’s no such destruction

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