She had that ‘heart wide open’ thing going on,

the one that you find more often in

small children than in adults.

I stared into her eyes and noticed that she

looked upwards at the world in hope. 

Like the roof had been torn off her soul but she was still

brave enough to stand vigil, anticipating a day when

sunlight may come pouring in via the breach.

She had that ‘heart wid...

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She said I’d never been good at goodbyes

As she sat there with candlelit eyes

And the tear on her cheek

Said what she couldn’t speak

Because tear drops can never tell lies

There’s a silence when people they go

A void for emotion to grow

A missed beat of two hearts

When a lover departs

It’s the way of the world don’t you know

Ged Thompson

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I dreamt of a girl.

She wore ribbons in her hair, said it was

“Because the wind longs to dance with it”

A faraway look her eyes, like a woman

Who had travelled to madness and back

Returned with only one truth, that love

Is the only thing worth going mad with

The curves of her body hugged her dress

Like a serpent exploring a new layer of skin

Intuition of a witch and...

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She was the type of girl.

She helped people because it was the only way she knew to be happy.  Built them up in a world where people got so battered down they could only grow sideways at times.  Preferred complement over critique because she felt every god damn thing that they did.  If she listened with her heart for someone she loved; she could hear a silent tear fall into their pillow from th...

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And she whispered words like lemon drops so that only he could hear

Then hid away the best of her, so that only he could see her. 

And she made a pillow from his chest and an anchor from his heart

Then fell asleep so timelessly, with a prayer they’d never part.

Ged Thompson

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Julie was a Scouse Cinderella

Brought up by hard women and their opinions

Crawling through a tunnel of aunties 

Who loved to put the boot in to pretty things

Because they could never be pretty too

A sensitive soul, ever so beautiful

Fallen to the bottom of a matriarchy

Of quick wits and sharp tongues

Self esteem raped by their judgements

At drunken family parties

That...

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