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Updated: Fri, 21 Nov 2014 01:38 pm

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My poetry has never been seen by any but my own eyes! Please be kind! I haven't really developed my own style as of yet.. some things are more 'story-like' or anecdotal or if i'm feeling rhythmical they can be more short and snappy. I mainly write about moments that stand out to me that are hard to describe in any other way than with the use of poetry.


Some produce from sleep deprivation... Bed-time Eyelids fall and so do we from this rope a wishful me, No ground to touch, no cold hard floor fully circle, no breaks, so sure. Or is it warm? Does it cushion the smash? Cover sharp corners, prevent the thrash? Then there's the harness stopping it all, Those big icey eyeballs Keeping you cool I don't want the harness I just want the fall, I want to feel weightless Some escape from it all. Linear, forward in a straight line, The rope beneath us ruling our minds, Wanting to spiral or dot-to-dot, Craving the ricochet wanting the lot. Hoping and bursting wants from crows feet, closed eyes and I trip to a different me.

All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.

Blog entries by Fae

Bankruptcy (22/06/2015)

Seen (16/02/2015)

Count to five (23/11/2014)

Textures of shame (20/11/2014)

Bedtime (17/11/2014)

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