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maybe it started with the caveman
the psychological brute
of loves last stand.
taking each other by the hand
"an excuse to rot in pairs of two"
I wrote a poem about you
in year 6.
I wrote about kissing your 'sweet lips'
before my first kiss.
I thought I met you 2 years after
but actually it was 4
and sometimes i'm not sure
if I have; but I will find you
I will call down every alley
every book store, nook and cranny.
I will search the globe.
And I want you to know:
I will find you,
and I will bring you home.
And when I do,
you will never, ever, be alone.
the psychological brute
of loves last stand.
taking each other by the hand
"an excuse to rot in pairs of two"
I wrote a poem about you
in year 6.
I wrote about kissing your 'sweet lips'
before my first kiss.
I thought I met you 2 years after
but actually it was 4
and sometimes i'm not sure
if I have; but I will find you
I will call down every alley
every book store, nook and cranny.
I will search the globe.
And I want you to know:
I will find you,
and I will bring you home.
And when I do,
you will never, ever, be alone.
Literature
nodus tollens
the rules of the bed are very simple
- you are given a body and a window.
everything is made difficult
- but you get participation prizes.
the aim is to find yourself
- hint: look between your fingers.
Literature
Understanding
I always said
that you had to show-
not tell me.
Because sometimes,
I don't understand.
Like when you met her,
You told me you fell in love.
I had to ask why
because sometimes
I don't understand.
But then you showed me:
i. How her smile makes knees tremble
ii. How her humour makes you laugh
iii. How her eyes pull you in
Then, I understood.
Now I'm one step closer
to being able to write
about somebody you love
with justice.
Making the words into a being.
Rather than a snippet of a Sunday morning
drabbling with no purpose, story or life
other than being something
which you sell on to make
money before the ink is even
dry.
Literature
tHeir [12.Insanity.100T]
Hail down my every thought
To anonymous priders
Who chain my every breath
To theirs
Who make me theirs to lock
And keep away for a rainy day
Who take me underwing
And guide me
Through my forced life
Taking my unrestricted hope
A gentle rag
And tearing away my heed
Replaced
With unbearable pain
But I will tape myself back together
And I will bear the mark
I'm given
Ignoring the grief I've lived
And ignoring them
For I am vulnerable
And fragile
And exposed
But I am still a worn whole
At the bottom of a cracking boot
And I am still a breathing rag
Blessed
With insanity
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What do you think about there being one person for everyone?
p.p.s the quotation marks is a quote I remember from an artist I saw at the hayward gallery whose name I shall find for you.
P.s This is mind crack. If you want some actual decent poetry read my recent stuff but not this, ignore this. I'm just in need of some hope atm.
p.p.s the quotation marks is a quote I remember from an artist I saw at the hayward gallery whose name I shall find for you.
P.s This is mind crack. If you want some actual decent poetry read my recent stuff but not this, ignore this. I'm just in need of some hope atm.
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you're miraculous.
i think that there are thousands of people out there for you but you only ever come across a handful, if that. and quite honestly, the few that you do meet are far superior to the others. i'll ramble in a note honey bee.
i think that there are thousands of people out there for you but you only ever come across a handful, if that. and quite honestly, the few that you do meet are far superior to the others. i'll ramble in a note honey bee.