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Black hole
Moon eyed she goes
She is one of the stars
Lonesome she is
In the presence of Mars
Soon her reflection renews
She is a planetary part apart
Memories become brand-new
She is solo in this system
And as the lights dim
He becomes hers
She sucks us in
Until everything’s hers
Friday 19th April 2024 3:33 pm
Jigsaw
JIGSAW
Brunette. Blonde
Black. Grey
I am auburn.
Hazel. Green
Brown. Blue
I am Grey.
Tabs, blanks
Pockets, sockets
Corners, middles
I am unique.
Flat pieces; four points
Innies and lock
The back
always Grey
Without me, you are not complete
With me, we are replete
A needle in the haystack
melancholic morning
Smea...
Saturday 29th January 2022 8:03 am
Welcome October
It was a cold and crisp evening,
9:30pm and the full moon shone down
brightly on my path,
Guiding me,
As my feet crunched through
fallen scattered leaves.
A sharp chill filled the air
And the smell of wood burning brought me
back to the good aul days.
If I had just awoken from a coma I
would have known for certain that it
was Autumn.
Amber lea...
Monday 28th September 2020 2:55 pm
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