Mark Heathcote

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StoryToss my hat; with the great, Hurrah... Mark Heathcote012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe lovers-root is a white-flower Mark Heathcote212 years 10 months ago
StorySelf profiling, prophesies... Mark Heathcote012 years 10 months ago
StorySing as I never did before Mark Heathcote012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe joys in her heart shall never be eclipse! Mark Heathcote012 years 10 months ago
StoryTo the intolerant elected us must learn to love: Mark Heathcote012 years 10 months ago
StorySearch endlessly for this truth divine Mark Heathcote112 years 10 months ago
StoryTo call upon the winds dust Mark Heathcote012 years 10 months ago
StorySee the world is anon... Mark Heathcote012 years 10 months ago
StoryStraight-out of the delivery box Mark Heathcote012 years 10 months ago
StoryTwo short poems: Mark Heathcote012 years 10 months ago
StorySéance reading... Mark Heathcote012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe dying flame you might expire Mark Heathcote012 years 10 months ago
StoryNap of monarch’s wing Mark Heathcote012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe first unsullied snowdrop Mark Heathcote112 years 10 months ago
StoryTraces of an eternal flame Mark Heathcote012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe one my soul abides Mark Heathcote012 years 10 months ago
StoryTo live beyond the sunrise! Mark Heathcote112 years 10 months ago
StoryOur way-would calling? Mark Heathcote112 years 10 months ago
StoryOn fairy lit night Mark Heathcote012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe cat’s cradle Mark Heathcote112 years 10 months ago
StoryOutpourings... perfection! Mark Heathcote012 years 10 months ago
StoryShe wore the ribbons Mark Heathcote012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe decency threshold Mark Heathcote012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe foot and mouth crisis 2001 Mark Heathcote012 years 10 months 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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