Silver and tin

 

And for you

Who don't see
The dark
Behind the
Curtain
I tip 
My hat 
It would be
A thing
To see
Sunlight
Behind the shadows
And not think
It a trick
Of the mind
We were
You see
Born
In darkness
And 
For a time
We were happy 
There
Yet now
We've been given
A glimpse
Of something 
Shiny
And though 
We ...

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No Matter, New Jersey

Cutting only one intentional direction

I slice back & forth across New Jersey’s merger.

City flows to suburb flows to farmland makes me

want to nonstop drive

but only back & forth, to & from, never knowing

destination, only questing destiny.

 

Not troglodyte not hunter, the nomad I

can’t leave the highwayed plain.

I flow to breakfast memories: blueberries,

griddl...

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Why Sitting Matters | Wake Up Calls | Morning's Moon | Work Day's End |

Naivety On A Walk

Siberian foaming gurgles locked to the fount
Blue glass muffled gray
To tie my hands beneath the waning sun
Skin to peel silent when passers-by 
Look like snow-rotten flowers

 

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Also by Pity-Poetry :

Not Home No More | Aces Always Guilt-black | Hats on Faces |

All For Love

All For Love

 

Love is not your hope,

Love, is not the dope that brings tranquil waters,

Love, is not kicking fuck,

Out of the partner seeking to destroy your heart,

Love, is not to celebrate retaliatory abuse,

When protecting your own children,

     Love,

We only know it to be false,

Love never, makes a man

Humble at the caress and the touch,

Love, is alwa...

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Arroyo

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Arroyo

The rain has fallen down for twenty hours
from a dead sky of slate and granite hews,
dampening the walls of urban towers.

Cobbled streets the colour of an old bruise,
tyres rattle over pothole dark drains,
counterpoint to some distant splashing shoes.

The day cast in monochromatic stains
as water forms itself into a lake
that eddies into inner city lanes.

A passing car cre...

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Tags: homelessness,rainfall,richpix,streets,Terza Rima form,urban living,wet

Also by Ian Whiteley:

Last Orders | A Tree In The Elephant's Graveyard | Philae Shakes The Hand Of God | Wounded | An Unexpected Ghost In The Yorkshire Post |

Mitternacht

 

In silence
eyes peer from
tears in pumpkin skin,
mulched November
sweets left in a storing
room.
The love is gone,
two poets
eaten of their romance,
blueberry lips from
sore and rough kisses.
He left with a telegram
from the BBC
while She stirred up
in sour light,
rhubarbs ploughed by
her father’s moon.

 

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An afternoon in November

Tuesday afternoon in November.

 

 

Well this is, the ending of another day I’m looking out

 of the window the road is clean and tidy after rain.

The sun is coming out of hiding and strews golden dust

on the window ledge, it is a sort of thank you since I’m

taking care of a sunray I found huddled behind the gas

bottle in the back yard. It was too cold for it to get ba...

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Also by jan oskar hansen :

Yule/christmas | Jesuitta | Jesus and other Levantine | History Lesson | a note for you | tanka | love affair | the man who sold his soul | the erudite and the bible | Batteri | Batteri | Tamco | the illegitimate child | let down | poetry by numbers | tanko | tanko | big waves | mountains and generals |

Duties

The sun rises

it sets

it rises

it sets

and again it rises

like clockwork, unhurried

unchecked.

The moon too, puts in its nightly appearance

playing truant, hiding behind obliging clouds

curtained but not curtailed

peeking out every now and then

to throw light on the sleeping world. 

The earth takes spins around the sun

ignoring its heat, venting out anger

...

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Also by Preeti:

Drawn to you | Poetry | Tell me | Memories | You will be missed! | Perfect Perfection | Bitter fruit |

Candle burning with a blow.

Birthday sex
Happy eating cake,
bought with money 
while standing on a 
corner
candle burning 
with 
a blow. 

Lady light high 
above
half white 
swimming 
inside 
young eyes. 

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Also by Danny Metcalfe:

The Marching Kingdom. | The moon's fame, child of the sun. | Pséf̱ti̱s. (Short story) |

Red Kites

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Plague birds, exquisite and focused,

who scavenged Shakepeare’s unspeakable

streets, they have drifted back

from the borderlands of extinction

on tense, splayed wings. 

 

Circling soundlessly

in the rinsed clarity of spring light

they have staked their claim

to limitless acres above

the Chilterns’ wooded heights.

 

And was it months, or even a year,

my...

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Also by David Cooke:

Before the Storm | Village Life | The Burghers of Calais | In Search of Lost Time |

Anti-Smoking Project

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Hello all

As you know, we are thinking about making a poetic contribution to an anti smoking campaign in Heaton Norris. Aside from the obvious health issues, there is also the problem of people tossing dimps out of upstairs windows of high rise flats.

Here is the email by Naomi Whitman, the Creative Media Centre Project Manager:


'We’re still in very early stages of the project at the mo...

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Tags: Anti-smoking

Also by Stockport WoL:

November Collage Poem: Organs | Linda's Link |

Onion rings

Now I have a thing for onion rings

the roundness and batter

Oh my heart sings

 

reminds me of polos

but softer and bigger

glad they are not minty.

I hear you snigger

 

But with my rings and a mayo dip

I close my eyes

Off I go on my trip

 

To the land of onion rings

floating though the loops

 

swimming through the rings

Marching with onion ...

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Also by Quiet Comet:

Blackball | Stake of the heart | 5 years |

the question is the answer?

I walk with a purpous God is waiting for me to unearth this Being inside see; I'm living lively but not inside me, I've allowed temptation to take it's roots in a place that God had sworn to protect I swear I wasn't a reject I just needed to find the time to reset, a recess, I've been robbed of my autobiographical pretext I been stuck in play but just wanted to see next, chapter quiz or is this a...

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Tesco Ignore

 

Pretending you haven't seen someone you saw

Otherwise known as the Tesco ignore

 

Change of direction and eyes to the floor

Nifty and shifty the Tesco ignore

 

Detouring down an alternative aisle

Hopefully here you’ll be safe for a while

 

Pay for your groceries, head for the door

You’ve just completed the Tesco ignore

 

 

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Also by Gareth Glyn Roberts:

text | So You Want To Be Happier? | My Knee |

Eternal Infancy

No matter how many years are added to my life,

I will always be a child.

For in Your presence- it is all I can be.

Though infancy is not to my memory

I can feel it overwhelm me as though it is all I have ever known

Grabbing for Your pinky,

Drawing nearer and nearer to You,

At the approach of all that is new

Of all that is strange

Of all that troubles me

Gazing with u...

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Tags: child of God,christian poetry,eternal infancy,God's love,Heavenly Father,relationship with God

Also by Deanna M:

Stone Among Clay | A Noun in White Open Space |

MY REGRET

Why did I attend that event, Why did I even talk to you

At the verge of cursing the day I met you

Warm memories gashed through my mind

Rushing through my heart

I smiled

Yet 

I regret meeting you.

 

Did I not enjoy your company

 We made endless promises to each other

Holding hands, sharing secrets in the park, strolling by ...

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'10 Stars For Camp.'

There's a new young alpha male in the 'I'm A Celebrity' camp;

he's a real champ' in every way: kind, considerate, and a hit

with the ladies as well as the men. I'm a bit in love with him

myself, he's so manly; and last night he proved himself worthy

of the stamp: 'Alpha Male' by winning 10 stars for camp.

                ........................................................

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Tags: alpha male,bush tucker trial,Jake Quickenden,role model

Also by Phil Fletcher:

Hyperbole. | PRIVACY. | Mighty microbes and viruses. | Rubbish chute-size chunks of human flesh. |

My Main Regret

I wish we'd never met 
In a country world famous for its
Strong & delicious beer*
It (not me) gave you the wrong idea

*cheap too at the time

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Also by cbyrne:

Art | My Romantic Poems |

The Door

-the ramblings of another young girl-

written:11/22/14

  My whole life I have had this wall,

it has protected me from the inevitable fall.

 

  But then with three tiny words,

that wall was torn down

by my new favorite sound.

and I knew that with your beautiful voice 

whispering to my soul,

I was no longer bound.

 

  With my protective wall 

now lying ...

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Also by .L.m.P.:

Tears of agony and pain.. |

Beautiful creatures

 

In our world of innocence and light,
We live amongst demons and sinners,
In our world of silence and comfortableness',
We have lost, and they become winners,

But we are the beautiful creatures,
The timeless souls of verse,
We can nourish and feed ourselves,
In our script we self immerse,

We can make all the bad disappear,
And write of a life surreal,
But alas our open hearts fail...

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Also by tina:

I died inside | The Shame | The top of the world |

Body Trap

The shallow grave sank.
A quantity of gasses, liquids, soft tissues
decomposed,
the earth above
fell.

Stolen vegetables in belly
(motives for the killing)
transformed
along with her eyes
along with her skin
into one subsidence.

Still buried were the snapped spine,
scream-splayed jaws
and claws that grasped at crushing bars.

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Also by Alex Smith:

Last butterfly of 2014 |

Count to five

Just a bit of fun...

'Breathe in deep and count to five'
are things that can be done
Especially when you're twenty
And you're living with your mum...

'Move your shoes' 'Comb your hair'
'You can't go out like that'
Mum although I LOVED those times...
I thought we'd got through that.

A time for chats and sharing tales
about my childhood that has been
I fear for you it is the case
t...

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Also by Fae:

Textures of shame | Bedtime |

Anniversary

that night, I woke and remembered 
wrapped in grief 
in the tangle of my sheets
I couldn't sleep 
I wound your old sweater round my neck 
sinking in 
breathing in the very scent of you

by the lake, gusts of wind stirred the leaves
the shivering trees
flashing lights from passing cars lit the shallows
shoals of ghostly fish slid by  
like traffic on a neon-lit motorway 
mimicki...

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Also by Judi Strega:

Validation | A Mother's Lament | The Outing | Suitcase | The 25th Floor | Tea Rooms |

Tight rope

All sides, when darkness me envelop
Hopelessly, when unthinkable seems hope
A chimera, when the abyss
With saw-like teeth yawns
Expectant me to drop,
To cling on, to cross over
There is a tight rope
God-for a single second
That doesn't stop
To emerge atop
Up all problems that pop!

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Tags: Death valley,Frustration,God,Hope,king David,Spiritual

Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

Revamped | The survival of the slickest | Teacher | Quite strange | Back to square one | A balm | The incident I never forget | Lacerating is the pain | Love | Dust | Have you visited your brother in need ? | Lovely |

Waiting for Nancy (XI)

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Sinking into a silent likeness
In the mist
Our 9th adventure
The day after the 8th again
Should have been
A lovely afternoon walk
Across the Roman lakes
In Marple
Near where my second girlfriend
Lived many years ago,

Should have been
A lovely train ride
All the way down
To Marple
And through Romiley
Where I would have relayed
My infamous stories
About the old forum there.

Sho...

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Also by Gray Nicholls:

Excuse Poem | Waiting for Nancy (VIII) |

Talkin' late night, buy it now, extended warranty, consumer durable blues.

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Possibly the best comedy on TV is to be found late night/early morning on the shopping channels...if you've never watched then I suggest you take and evening out of your life and dedicate it to this pursuit.

 

 

 

 Last night a crazy dream came to me,

I dreamt I bought a comfortable settee.

When I sat down the very next day,

All the springs on the bottom gave way.

I gue...

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Tags: david wolfe waste of fucking time and money

This Town

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I brush stones off cheap earthworks

marred in wretched waning light

in bars of concrete, platforms drift

and I climb, skirt a boundary.

 

True, they drift, and I a drifter

for four days now, take heart

(what little I can) from the sun

that broke the boats through glare.

 

Now shade, the evergreen snaps

borders straight rule I descry

fringing the house on the h...

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Tags: 2014

Also by David Blake:

Palisade | Late Night Special |

WEEKLY WAV 57 OF 230: MANCHESTER - A GIST

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Poem 57 of 230:  MANCHESTER - A GIST

Sports, large warehouses and merchants are the gist -
    A centre for distribution and trade,
Plus making goods and services for this list;
    Well placed, in these, it seems, the future’s laid.

Oh - I should note the entertainment trade,
And that, from fruit and grain, fine foods are made.

(C) David Franks 2003; from - 

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BEGGAR ME!

It hurts when you want to help and believe...

Realising the reality of  "practice to deceive"...

The person with a dog and proffered cup -

The ingratiating smile that says "cough up".

Not quite sure of what is true,

Or whether the need is in them or you?

.......................................................

 

 

 

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Tags: beggar

Also by M.C. Newberry:

"IT'S A HEARTACHE THING"- sing Country! | THE BERLIN WALL - REMEMBERED | NOVEMBER |

PLASCRUG

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PLASCRUG

 

There was a great ditch

And an avenue of trees

Leading directly

From the busy town

To the cemetery’s silence

Ornate gates sick with rust

Relics of grander times

When they marked the way

To ancient Plascrug

Back and forth we jumped

Across the weed choked water

 

There was a Scout Hut

Near a playground

A row of park benches

Where we s...

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Tags: Aberystwyth,David Subacchi,Liverpool Poets,poetry,Welsh Poets

A friend of a friend of a friend

After our morning paddle

and a thumbs up from Alfie

we played with cut-out paper dolls.

This is what makes me very British,

me too,

bah humbug!

it’s only taken two years.

 

© Graham Sherwood 11/2014

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Also by Graham Sherwood:

Koan on Water | Ice and Dust | Pals (remembered) | Far South One2Five |

THE SWITCH.

Ragged flags of steam astir
atop the flats and office blocks,
and sudden flurries chased about
like edgy Lilliputian flocks.

Heat, by turns, a luxury
of ever-escalating cost,
and underfoot and overall
a fractal bloom of numbing frost.

Blanket upon blanket drawn
to necks in sanctuary beds,
and penetrating cold reducing
layers to so many shreds.

Breathy slumbers whiten blackened
w...

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The Dream

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The following is a dream. In a small way I hope the ending comes true

 

 

My Mother, Sister, Brother and I check into a hotel room.

When we enter the room my Dad who passed away

almost five years ago is sitting on the bed.

 

We ask, "Daddy why are you here?" He says "I wanted to

see my family." We are overcome with emotion and hug

him. We are all talking at once.

...

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Tags: Dream,Family,Father

Balletomania

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Sky dancers

en masse.

Swirling,swerving

naturally choregraphed

gathering

of charcoal'd participants

as one

before fracturing

into thousands.

 

Darkly

raining down.

Leaving behind

the death of twilight.

 

Filling trees

with chatter

until

merging into 

the singularity

of blackness.

 

It is in car parks,

shopping centres

tha...

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Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:

head the ball | little man BIG! | where ARE those zzzzzzzzzz's !!?? | War?-UGH!-YEAH!-what IS it good for?-absolutely fuckall! | Out of nowhere | Rock | Mr.Bond-can I borrow your license? | Truly not Julie | Reconciliation | Raining in the changes | Poor payback for a soul soldier |

Poem: Intellectual Postulations

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Sadly, there are many intellectual postulations
that are well meaning, but fatally flawed.
One can only end up with an unholy mixture from…
combining Man’s religious views with God’s Law.

Beyond the constraints of the mental realm,
the human template of thought cannot contain God.
Yet after more than two thousand years of Church,
lessons are still not learned; so it’s not odd…

...

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Tags: breunig,christian poetry,faith,Intellectual Postulations,poetry

Also by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd:

Poem: These Earthly Things | Poem: Vastness of the Kingdom | Poem: Oasis | Poem: Chaff Removal | Poem: The Full Beauty of Thee | Poem: And God Spoke! | Poem: Embryonic Ideal |

tanka

just enough

for 10 benson

and a scratchcard

counting

my lucky stars

 

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Also by s black:

every man and his dog |

Beyond the Sub-conscious

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His fingers waken running through her hair
Only pulling back when she opens her eyes
Blinkered by the yellow sunset like flowers
Dropping consciously across the windowsill
Dangling on like fingers on a balcony
Tied up in invisible chains across derelict moods
Journeying beyond invisible emotions
Streaming conscious all over the place
Like totally mis-matched kissing
Beyond the sub-conscio...

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My Inner Child II

My inner child

Is like sunshine

She loves attention.

 

She loves it when

You do well

She has faith.

 

My inner child

Is confident

Is giving

Is kind

Is gentle.

 

She tries to be open

She tries to encourage

She doesn’t want to

Do you down.

 

Because then you

Might feel lonely, forgotten about

Again

 

She says

She knows yo...

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Also by Natfastic:

My Inner Child | Trying | The Cathedral | All of Nature's Offerings | Laughter | I Have a Choice | Tentacles | Eating Elephants Whole with Chopsticks |

Run With Me

 

I still cant find you, looking around and you're not here. 

You're lost in this word, and Im here on my knees. 

Trying to get where I need to be, So that I'll be there when you find me. 

But until that time, I'll sit and wait, and hope tomorrow brings a brand new day. 

And maybe then, I'll get the chance, to look around and hold your hand. 

To see your face, to make you g...

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Tags: hope,love

'Can I read this out to you?' 'Noooooooo, I've got stuff to do.'

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Remember last night's tea

when you brought your girlfriend,

and you brought your friend?

And the dog was excited

because he loves it when you are all here

because I am so happy

and I'm like- superwomb?

And I got food delivered

and you were all relieved

because it can be touch and go

with my cooking                

and there was loads to go around

...

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Tags: care,family,flawed,fleeting moments,love,only human,take-away

Puppets on Strings

 

 

 

 

 

 

None our own devices

in any scheme of things

 

We all are but nothing

than puppets on strings

 

With advent designed

for a set time on stage

 

All expectedly ordained

impossible to rearrange

 

Often get manipulated

and to probable comply

                                        ...

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Tags: life's reflection

So and so

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"So" fronts each statement

and question

"So"s deployment needs

greater inspection

as its use is abundant

and grammatically redundant

add to that the rising inflection

...

...

words and foto T Carroll

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

as Robbie Burns said: | B ro ken m as onr y | The taste of below |

Inspired

Working 9- 5, what a way to make a living. I hate those words Dolly sings.

Working in an office, I can’t put into words the misery it brings.

 

Boring old small talk, ‘Nice evening? Nice weekend? Nice lunch?

Listening to the office geek, you know the I.T guy you just wanna punch.

 

Checking the Daily mail website 72 times a day,

staring at the computer screen, hoping an ...

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Tinsmith

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Tin to mouth

Tin to feet

One jig to reel

enough to eat

 

Is he broken, broke, breaking

on the pavement by the station?

Is he played, paid, playing

to his own tune or to yours?

 

Tin to mouth

Tin to feet

Two jigs to reel

enough to eat

 

Do you jingle jangle shillings

in your pocket as you’re walking

past the tinsmith making

all th...

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Tags: richpix

Also by Laura Taylor:

Jigsaw |

You,

Can make me a puppet.

You can make me dance

And moan

And shake

And cum literally at the tip of your finger

You make my entire body move with your finger

(and your eyes)

You can make me feel my matter condensing to a single point at the tip of your finger,

I imagine it is glowing.

And sometimes when you’re making love to me

(I’m sorry, I know you hate that ...

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Tags: fire flesh love passion obsession,lesbian,love,sex,sexual awakening

Also by Molly :

(untitled) |

Writers of the third kind workshop

Hi Guys;

little reminder that the writing workshop i co run, writers of the third kind is due for it's latest meet up on weds 19 november 2014 at the sweet green tavern in bolton.

be nice to see a few of you there.

take care

andy n 

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Goodbye

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I sit inside watching the snow fall from the dark grey sky.

I see you, not physically, but mentally.

A memory of us filled each snowflake.

It started out beautiful and high in the clouds.

Then it floated down lessening in beauty and in shape.

Until it eventually hit the hard cold ground shattering and turning into nothing.

I sit and watched our past disappear into the gravel neve...

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Setting

its a beautiful thing watching the sunrise and sun set,

but i will forever be a moon child;

most nights i look out my window. lights off, immersed in the fineline music of darkness.

& in my darknest of hours the only light shedded was from the mood;

"i am here...for you.."

many faces i have shown

"i too have many faces.."

when i feel like im surrounded by the unnecessary..

...

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