In the calm of darkness

I find great peace

The whirring of my head begins to cease


For in my everyday

I so struggle with just being me

Speaking my wants doesn’t come easily


There is conflict

In every decision I make

Trying to act for everyone’s sake


Often I forget myself

In that moment I’m not important

As old beliefs still h...

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Tags: depression,lonely

Also by kaluw:

(untitled) |


Longing to be found

Out there, somewhere

Someone might find

The way out here

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Also by Lost:

Problem Solving | I Was Young | Whisper | Impatient | I was Young |

Only (?) Human

I have ten fingers and ten toes,

a rather flat chest,

and a very long nose.

I'm really tall,

with crazy hair,
all my own teeth,
and a round derrière.
This body won't a magazine 
haven't  been blessed 
with a pretty face,
but I'm all right and I'm okay,
and I've decided,
 from today,
this bod and I will be best friends,
it's time my mind made som...

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Also by Lea:

Bitter Bitch | Medicine | Borderline | In the West | The Tree House |


I am a child. You bring out the child in me.

I am vulnerable, out of control involuntarily.

I cringe. I hide. I panic. I chide myself. I plead.

Please don’t make me show this shame. Please

don’t make me bleed. I do not want to own this

part so please don’t make me name it. I’d rather

cut it out or find some hopeless way to tame it.

But its shrillness in my chest is like my hea...

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Also by Natfastic:

Phantom | Emote Me | I Am God | Leave It! | Enough. | Queen Me | Let Me Out, Let Me In | Migration |

Shit brained angel

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Ploughing oily fingers

through unkempt hair.

Two fingering a quiff

down to eye level.


the mirror tells me

how cool I look,

and that is all American.

Leather and sneering lipped


thats me,bike boy

delivering thunder

into one horse towns

Harley style.


A dick loving chick

eyes me up outside the diner.

Takes quite a while

before I make her sor...

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Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:

2.5 minute lasting&93 million miles away smile | !? | shapes | Ascension | Much more important than 'for the want of a nail' | seeing blindly | Paper star | Greyscious in grey | A whatever message to God knows who,from who does'nt know why | Darkside | Every days dying menu | Settled |

The Hollow World

All that you invest is what may be won
it's just an echo coming back
and yet we hang in helpless wait
the hollow world rings on and on

Who can answer what you do not ask
low odds of someone calling out
just at the moment you need them to
the hollow world rings on and on

Those pretty faces, so carefully curated
those galleries of happinesses waiting
changeless irrespective of your fee...

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Tags: facebook,friendship,internet,loneliness

Also by Tom:

The Jagged Edge of Love | I'm Not Here | Human |

do not push it

Do not Push It

I’m like horses do not like the wind today it is northerly and

the sun despite shining free of clouds cannot warm my chilled bones.

Horses turn their considerable behinds against the wind and keep

their heads low. My behind is skinny and does not protect my neck,

but a scarf does. I used to have strong fingers now they are thin look

like a Bangladesh river delta .A...

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Also by jan oskar hansen :

haiku and humour | the creative painter | The Semitic Puzzle | emancipation | boat trip | the seal | my daughter, the breeze | balls sonnet | a tough cookie | dignified doorman | to prefer life | Instant Memory | to see or not to see | the day of the dead | Retired Sea Master | cold coffee | a pint of lager | pyjamas | new morality | Grecians | early morning sonnet | Not a sonnet is | house ants |

suffer little chldren

suffer little children

it is always the slightly gritty scrape of clarkes shoes on stone
    mixed with the lingered perfume of candle wax and brasso
    and a subtle hint of incense from the high church vicar
         long departed
         to tend richer flocks in greener pastures
which strikes me upon return

at school christmas service we would squeeze into dark wooden pews
    nudging ...

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Also by jeremy young:

To Tenby | Triangular Trade | Trombone Voluntary | Still in Motion | Third Party | Fishing a' Dusk | White Field Green Sheep | echo | . | Circus School |

Would you, Brother?

Would you, Brother?

 Brother do I cast a shadow
 Over your boat
 Whilst you reel in your catch
 And gloat?

 Brother, would you break
 Your female reflection
 And sentence her to
 Another seven years
 Of loss and rejection?

 Brother, would you threaten
 Your maternal bearer
 Your unconditional carer
 Exposing her tears
 Whilst jangling her fears?

 Would you brother, would you...

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Also by Lynn Hamilton:

Narcotic Lips | Narcotic Lips | Narcotic Lips |

Dockery Plantation Blues

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Dockery Plantation Blues

In a Mississippi graveyard,
as the midnight hour crawls,
sits a young boy and his guitar
wailing tunes at the moon.
He prays his fingers faster
as they dance across the frets,
weeping at his inability
to speak in tongues from the strings.

He is lost in a fugue
of chaotic chords and strumming,
as the Delta Blues pour muddy,
like the churning brown river,

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Tags: clarksdale,crossroads,delta blues,devil,myth,robert johnson

Also by Ian Whiteley:

Menage A Trois | Wide Is The Gate And Broad Is The Road | Nocnitsa | Dexteram Patris |

I saw tiny droplets of light

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I saw tiny droplets of light


Where i thought there were none ..

When I thought my light bulb was fading

I turned the corner

And there was someone


Above the sluice

And into a dream

A calm place, where I could relax and dream..


The light wasn’t fading..

The glimmer

Turned in to a power surge

That left us shaking

In your bathroom

And  on the stair...

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Also by David R Mellor:

All of us | Nothing to say .... | Harry Cliffe | Slapping Christ’s face | Our Seabed |


stark organic matter

excreting tastes of life

tied to a cycle

destined to a path

seen by none

the rules of competition

forever consumed by the glory

light to light

de come possed


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Tags: death,familyloss,life,love,reality,reallife

Also by Cierra Breeze Potts:

Snow Flake | kid | MADDDNESSSSS | luv |

I need a holiday.

I need a holiday of sorts,
See, recently I've been stuck in court,
Persecuted by my own thoughts,
Where I must justify my existence?
With evidence of my resistance?
You see I've been put on trial- 
By demons so vile,
And I need a break... Just for a little while,

Listen I need a mental holiday,
A conversation to take me away,
A defence to keep the demons at bay,
But as the accused,
Can I please be excused...

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Tags: holiday,mental health

Also by Sharlie:

Has God Gone Crazy? | Action Man | I'm Dead Inside | Ice People |


My pulse races,as if it knows

you are about to knock on my door.


There is no mistaking.


Bcause,what other reason

would the Moon and stars

have this night


for jostling

to get a place

outside my window?

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Also by Rose Casserley:

As you went under | Towards healing | block | Mater | Looking for the dead | Beneath boughs | Arrival | Correctitude | foetus | A plumbers letter to his love..last in the series! | Bus | A mechanics letter to his love | Struck! | Memoriam | The elsewhere | A stew-pid food for thought (yeah right!) poem | 2 into 1 does'nt go | Limpet | Out of the ordinary | Hara-kiri | Illicit (extended) |

Eye-Toothed (03/26/2015)

Hipbones are wishbones;
Pulled apart and laid out
Torn and flipped and splayed out
Left in entemology rapture
Pins and pleasure
Night terror capture.

A familiar weight sinks
Touching my adrenaline
Stop--oh god dont let it stop
Torso bruised like carrion
Picked apart, left dizzy; panting
Staring a thousand miles past this ceiling
Letting you take everything and loving it
Swallowed ...

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Tags: like you fucking know my name say it anyways

Also by Zach Dafoe:

Holly Buddy 2213 | keanu Reeves 0926 (3/24/15) | autumn division notes | doctorate (3/14/15) | Men of Sand (3/12/15) | Paint Thinner (03/07/2015) | Featherweight (03/04/2015) | Ray Charles 0553 (02/28/2015) |


Where do we go from here, I feel the uncertainty in the air, Or is it just me, it's always just me, Convincing myself of finalized emotions that haven't even begun, I don't know how to be what you need, when in reality all you may need is this me, The problem is mine to create and solve, and never remain satisfied with the solution, Strive to create this well articulated illusion, to s...

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Also by Nick Michaelian:

Book Cover | Rise | Look | Her | Old | Intelligent Fool | Mind | All | Forgot |

Sailor's Hymn to a Friend

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Eyes watery as the vista yonder,

salt sting tears scouring this face.

A month from shore and time to ponder

how whalers live with Davy Jones’ grace.


Inside pocket, oilskin pouch, old familiar,

though faceless friend. Sanity’s saviour.

Oh calabash of burn-baked briar,

grant me moments in your favour.


Skipper of this ship I be,

through oceans furious black and pe...

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Also by Rob J Mann:

Dear Roger |

Tiempo de reaparición para el merecido

On the wall of silence

Came cracks of air

Came holes of light

Came smashes fire

Fire on fire on fire

Fire burning glaring sight

Fire fueling damaged sight

On the crushed bricks of silence

Came rocky steps of mist

Came bridges of height

Came Mountains behind

Comeback for the deseved

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I appreciate a compliment as much as the next person.

Perhaps even more than the average person,

maybe two average people on an average.

Praise makes me sing, blush in pleasured tones

warming my neck, tingling my toes.

Appreciation is good, it isn't greed

to crave encouragement and to know

someone likes you the way you are


Not yesterday, not when the morning break...

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Also by Preeti:

Idols | Blow Me | Walk on | Glass | Us/We |



My heart plays a sad symphony
With every note is a blade that cuts deeper and deeper,
Gasping for air and holding back tears
Every breath feels closer and closer to the last,
So I place my hands over heart
And stop conducting for the moment,
Running to you in our final hour
Embracing all that we'll ever be,
With one last kiss
My lips gives you all the secrets of the heart,

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Also by Smash Lee:

Orbit | Seasons |

Reckoning Up

Tentatively wheeling and circling

like over cautious predatory birds,

my demons eventually pick their place

and settle at my bedside

to stake their claim and

barter for their treasure.


Without speech

I am nonetheless privy to their deliberations

and visit deathly glances upon their stolid

emotionless faces,

This is the long game then,

a jamboree of addled thou...

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Also by Graham Sherwood:

The Beat's Gone Wrong | Tartan Beret |

Thinking About Talking in Bed

We have finally settled for the night

Sleep last on the list


The wait is on to find words succinct but sweet

That will settle and soothe us to sleep


A significant silence stretches out before us

It seems to go on for an eternity

I wait, revelling in its poignancy


Not willing for false sentiment

I’ll wait for words that ring true


Finally the wait seems...

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Tags: love relationships sex awkwardness


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I‘m called a Clarksonite

I know – I’ve read it on a blog;

So it must be right

You too can read it on the blog;

But why on earth should I moan

If every Darby and Joan

Agrees with me that I’m shite?


I’m called a Clarksonite

For my drivel and my tack

Yes, a Clarksonite

(But then only behind my back)

“So who on earth is it, pray?”

“I couldn’t possibly say”


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Also by John Coopey:


My Melanin Pleasures

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My strength resides within in. The arching of my lips will make you cease at utter bliss. Please do not be alarm, for when I speak- I sing a sweet song. Bushing on my melodies. Trust God - my heart beats times three. Divine right or is it the Goddess within. Call me the AFRO-QUEEN or that SISTAR over. Yes i feel free with my bouncy curly hair. My beat my drums for I make my own rhythm. Confine in ...

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We are not who we are

Out those blue eyes

Out the yellow skies

Out the colours of our love

Of whom we’ve become


We never needed them

But in we went

In we discovered

We found what we hated

In we dated

In we believed

-In we lied

In we laughed – we went high

Above all, in we lost ourselves


We lived in pride

We cried in power

A thought of being better

More than the ...

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Forging of firmness in frail frigate

Unision is unlikely to happen

Cranky & cruel words spew at will

Kicking down walls of decency and etiquette

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Tags: happiness,humor,Life,poetry,spring

Also by Maurice Greening:

Untitled | Thursday |

digital appreciation 101

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Fourteen billion ears and not a pair to listen Fourteen billion eyes Ignore the running captions Seven billion tongues Wag 24/7 on worldwide web Still, bosoms burn and burst Ne'er a lack of words to display Keyboard fingers clenching: Cacophonous asphyxiation.

_____________________wsd_________ ✴The Wimpole Street Devils✴ words, words, words, you'd get sick of words from ...

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Also by Wimpole Street Devils:

digital effrontery |


You welcome me into your space
built with careful love
gentle on wounds;
A refuge in the damaged world.

I do not need this shelter.
My credentials
are accepted everywhere.

My wounds
petty, self-inflicted things
accustomed to sympathy.

Be wairy of me.
I will claim this space
with my scent
vomit my shame
at your feet.

I want

Be war...

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What is it like to have a broken mind? Part 2

become a now or never thing. I expected something to happen – maybe the sky would split in two and all the answers would fall upon my head. Maybe someone would listen – maybe now, after all this Therapy I could actually START. I had not been talking about what really mattered, I realised. Maybe this would be the beginning of it that I had been looking for. My last session was with the young woman ...

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Also by Jane Burn:

What is it like to have a broken mind? |

Build a Fire

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Build a fire
The rain pours so hard
so hard I struggle to breathe
drowning and suffocating
my breath it tries to steal

Wind pierces my veins
torments us with it’s sound
the earthquake
cracks the shaky ground

A sting on the shroud
of a thundercloud
volcanoes erupt
the world is so corrupt

The tsunami has gone
but I know there’s worse to come
when will we feel

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Maths V English

There's the numbers one to ten

and many equations then



there is only nought to nine

and infinite stories and rhyme

of how there is only them.


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Also by CathyLCrabb:

Vase |

Does life really begin on the bog

 Does life really begin on the bog?
A working man's thesis

Beholding this small corner, of our universe from space
you'd be tempted into thinking, what a beautiful place.
  shining in the darkness, blue, indigo, bright green,
 an awe inspiring sight, precious few have seen,
clothed in vegetation enclosed by rolling seas.
Spinning in the blackened void, with Jupiter and Mars,

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World Poetry Day

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Had I known much earlier than I have , It would most surely have been spent With more intention and purpose. Then again, there is always next year!  __________________________________ Resolved during the 30th UNESCO session to proclaim March 21 as World Poetry Day.

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Also by arquious stotious:

your very own non-imaginary life | one saint patrick's day |


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Poem 79 of 230:  PIE IN THE SKY?

From our early childhood,
    We’re taught to glorify
Conquering the Earth’s neighbourhood -
    Shouldn’t we question why?

Satellites can aid sibling-hood,
    But some missions could buy
A start for millions to make good -
    Is Mars “pie in the sky”? 
(C) David Franks 2003; from - 

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Faces From Far Away Places

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Created CSU 2007

Come, take a trip with me
Together on an enlightening journey.
Around the world and across the sea,
We'll seek new faces from faraway places.

Utilizing our time awhile
Discovering ways our new friends
may be speaking to us.
Through a dance, a wave, a gesture or smile.

Similar interests and experiences
bridging the gap, connecting our lives.
A world rich in colorfu...

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Tribute For My Dad

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Dedicated to Brian G. Hodgkinson
WWII Hero and a great dad.


"Be alert, they're on the move" Tense,
the squawk-box snapped, "Be warned!"
but onward, through the turbulence,
his Supermarine droned.
October 27th, he feels alone -
above the fray, is he his own?
ominous fear looms all unknown -
on winds of fate, he's blown.


They say, the Spitfire won the war ..
so sleek and agile...

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Also by Brian Hodgkinson:

Guilty | This Morning in Morgantown | Green-Eyed Maiden | An Idea Lit a Human |

just me

my heart screams with emotion

 beatting a million miles a min 

going numb with every spoken word 

physicaling here mentally gone to the stars into another plane 

my eyes filled with tears but honestly holding in my hearts greatest desires.

time to set the soul free to fly

free to try

free to become one with ones inner self

what do you see when you look at me 

hopefully y...

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Following your steps...

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Following your steps I've worn out my thoughts

forgetting and remembering you, forsaking and finding you,

letting you go and desiring you

and I digress in the mountain of my thoughts


Following your steps, I’ve punished my tears;

I look at you and my eyes dilate,

you ignore me, my heart erodes

attempting to give you love’s beauty


Following your steps, I have worn o...

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Tags: sad poem

Also by Noris Roberts:


Above The Skyline

“Above the Skyline”
A Short Story 
By: Alysa Hatcher

“Goodnight mom, I love you” Misty Exclaims as you can hear her mother repeating the sentence, adding in,
“Don't you stay up late again, you've been late for school two days now!”
“Okay!” She barks back slamming and locking her door. She leans against it, reflecting on her thoughts for a split second. “It’s spring break, not that she would remember” S...

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Also by Aly Hatcher:

{Broken} | My Love | Bipolar Love |

On the wrong heart

When a kid

I used to put

My boot

On the wrong foot

A grown up

I put trust

On the wrong heart!

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Tags: miss trust,Still making mistakes,wrong turns

Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

Soft Money |


Hi all,

The spoken word troupe that I am part of are doing this. Please, please join in. Here is one of the films and you can send yours to the email address is further below.


The Firm are launching our first political campaign in the run up to the UK General Election. This campaign is called â€ª#‎FirmAgainstApathy‬ and pretty much s...

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Build bridges,
make amends.
Division often

leaves remainders.
Ends aren’t

always ends.

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Also by Travis Brow:


Expect, Assume

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I expect not to

Expect I assume not to

Assume, Life in words

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Tags: assume,expect,Haiku


Is a funny
Old thing
Dripping in
And paint
All those
In pasty flakes
Of the forgotten
The badly
The curses
The bruises
The hidden
And grating
Of a life
Half lived
Half remembered
Shaking its
Salt pot
In light fisted
This dust
In which
We live
In which we
Is soon
Amongst the
And ashes
Of ...

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Also by Twilbury Wist:

The Machine gun of Despair | (untitled) | Hamelin | Small World | Pointless |

Another Grumpy Sunday

It’s another grumpy Sunday

Zoe’s late picking up Grandad

And the chicken is nearly done.

I’ve got my feet up watching the race

And shouts are heard in the kitchen

Where I haven’t dared to show my face


It’s another grumpy Sunday

And I haven’t even decanted the wine.

I’ve had to put the race on record

As I’ve been told to set the table

But everything is rosy,


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Tags: dinner,Sunday

Also by Steve:

I'd Dream About Love ,If I Could. |

Laceration of Souls

Laceration of Souls


     My eyes are cut,

Slashed with metal;-

A blade so sharp -

It could cut The Earth,

     And then,

It does!


     I look again,

Hoping the imagery will change

And there I see a familiar face,

Familiar feet walking

Bare and bloodied

On thorns with no shoes,

     And I’m feeling his tears

With tears of my own.


     His ...

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Somethings Wrong

When you have feelings , some things are not right with your children 

. You act upon them . You don't let it drop, and you don't cover up . You act upon them .You must never loose sight , when you think things are not right . You act upon them . Sometimes you are wrong .and not always right. ,but never loose faith . Just act upon them . Go with your feelings , even though you are wrong . It sh...

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Also by Wendy Higson:

More Faces Than A Town Hall Clock | My Memories | Edith | Don't Blame Others | My life | EMPTINESS |

Is this you?..Or is this me?

-the ramblings of another young girl-


  My thoughts remind me of you

and how you were

on the night that you shattered my world,



and Shallow. 


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Also by .L.m.P.:

Heaven or Hell | In The End |

The Gallipoli Fallen

The Gallipoli Fallen


From Perth to Auckland came the merry brave

Fighting for King and Empire and the motherland to save

The Anzac was led with zeal and might

Churchill's men prepared to fight the merry fight


To the Dardanelles the men were led ashore

To open a supply route to Russia, so ill-equipped and poor

Churchill's plan to obliterate the Ottomans from the war


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Tags: Death,War

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