emancipated (Remove filter)
timepieces have reversed (part 1)
sprouting from the underground,
reaching for the light,
messengers of truth
tell us the news
spoken dreams
awaken us now,
emboldened by our own worth,
timepieces have reversed
our covert existence,
like buried keepsakes
begged for air,
pained to be bare
our struggles,
spotlight moments in
Hollywood movies; as we weep,
the only wa...
Sunday 23rd August 2020 10:11 pm
My words
My words are my weapon, my defence.
My words may redeem me or hang me out to dry.
My words maybe truth, they may be lie.
They are the thoughts that I can’t hold in.
The criticism I take on the chin.
My words can make me a great friend or a crap enemy.
They show me to be a bitch, a sweetheart, an idiot, educated?
My words reveal things about me that I could oth...
Sunday 15th May 2011 9:48 pm
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