1st June 2013
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Six word story:
I was lonely, then we met.
Tagged: storysix word storywritingshortprose
16th May 2013
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I want…
something
more than I
can ever have
An aching, to see
the whole
world
to let loose and run
wild as …
as …
no, I suppose not.
It is only a glimmer…
Tagged: poetrywritingcut loosespokenwant
2nd April 2013
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Maybe you can dream
if you think
it’s worth it
it certainly
isn’t,
though,
something
that everyone does
anymore…
But I’d like to think
it is worth it
some days
it’s all I have
Tagged: poetrywritingminedreamscan't I dream too?
26th December 2012
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but that’s become
my lie too
heavy for words
has become sake the ending
nothing but an introduction
to my life become
as it has
it always has it always has
as it always was
Tagged: writingpoetryspilled inkthe feedback projecta little more abstractslightyvisuallanguage playand this has become my lie too
7th December 2012
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They can
can’t they?
Find
what’s lost
given enough
time?
Or maybe it
is (as though
forever)
gone?
Tagged: writingpoetrylooking for what's lostforever gone?spilled inkthe feedback project
4th December 2012
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Because I like
hornets and things
possessed
by uncanny desire
slipping silently in
to the cracks
and worn, into dust
And those times
your snake skin
dress, on the dresser
we had
collected our moments
some times
we used to love
Tagged: writingpoetryspilled inksnake skinthe feedback project
27th November 2012
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Maybe.
ahh, the heart of it, lies somewhere, but lost maybe? smothered and squashed through years of reproach and rejection. I wanted something, maybe. I lost something, maybe. I wish I could see, through this fog, I wish I could, mabye. I fell darkly, on to myself. I inverted my mind, and refused to explore myself, maybe. My mind became the world, and the world became dark and I fell into it, maybe. And I saw all the millions of people, but couldn’t reach a single one, maybe. I can write, maybe, but not the truth. I can dream, maybe, but not what I want. I can wander, but not without direction. I’ve been an actor, playing who I thought I could be, who I ought to be. But I cannot, maybe, go on like this. Maybe I got lost, along the way. Maybe I listened for too long. And, maybe, I’ve done what I shouldn’t. And, maybe there is no turning back. Maybe.
Maybe.
Tagged: writingprosespilled inklostmaybe?mayberead it slowly
13th November 2012
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A windowful
of light, shattered
mirror reflecting shattered
light. A mind
in chaos scrambles
but can’t return.
Only the dust, floating,
knows, suspended in light -
caked into shadows,
only the dust knows.
Tagged: writingpoetryshort verseshatteredonly the dust knowsspilled inkthe feedback project
12th November 2012
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Have you
seen
these
beautiful
monsters
hidden in perfection?
A moment
divine
perplexion, an
intro-duction
to the forgotten.
(but there is nothing more)
Tagged: writingpoetryforgottenspilled inkthe feedback projectblissful moments of confusion
27th October 2012
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So I may be soft, I may not live up to all of your grand expectations. I may not live according to your strict rules and regulations. I may not adhere to all your self-righteous ideals. I may screw up, often. I may not be who you want me to be. Maybe I am not perfect. And maybe there are things that are outside my reach. But I am not going to hate myself and punish myself for not living up to your expectations. I am not going to live according to someone else’s advice.
Tagged: sorrypersonalwritingprosevalidationmanifesto
8th October 2012
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There is a fly in the room
It rarely flies,
the windows and doors are closed
I think it is dying
It has stopped trying to escape
There is a fly in the room
Tagged: writingpoetrymine
6th October 2012
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Simple jestures,
hands idly feeling the world’s surfaces
the way you flinch in the rain,
the little habits you’ve made
intimately your own
These are the beautiful
Raindrops
that fall silent
as they fly
As they fly
Tagged: writingpoetryminereflections
30th September 2012
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Dirty thoughts projected
intiquated rooms vast
lye
cleanly a lie
antique notions
clear-lee-commotion
Where the children gone?
Tagged: writingpoetrylost innocencethe feedback projectabstractmine
30th September 2012
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If it pleases the court
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Tagged: writingpoetryminespilled inkconcrete poetryhelp?
