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(Sorry if I've missed any out) The Cheese Battle is finally over.
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(Sorry if I've missed any out) The Cheese Battle is finally over.
#augustwriteaday. Believe in me. When all hope is gone. I will guide you. All the way. Consider me. Your guardian angel. When that little bit of light is gone. That little light.
#augustwriteaday The whoopee cushion, I believe Makes noises like a fart But my one is quite different For it serves the loving art By day it's on the sofa Sitting with the others But by night it's...
I lie here on the battlefield, An arrow in my side, Regretting all the things I've said, Regretting how I've lied. It's funny how the final things, I ever said to you...
You came inside and stunk of HER, Perfume-laden, with a lusty purr, Acting sweet as if you're good, Doing what a HUSBAND should...
#augustwriteaday That picture haunts me mommy The knife, your arm, the blood, Although you quickly shut the door And said you never could.
Stay away from me; I'm dangerous, Contagious, Can't you see.
#augustwriteaday Raise your game Stake your claim Feel the crowd Stand so proud On your own You're in the zone Hear the gun Start your run Pounding feet Your heartbeat Feeling good You knew you...
Look Down At My Hands, Red and raw skin, Peeling off in strands, A laughing magpie out of sight, Cackling, in a moon so bright, The blood seeks to mend, Cuts left by a special friend, Living in that...
#augustwriteaday #haunted I'm haunted by you; Everywhere I go I see you In the crowd, Always a little Too far away To catch up to, But then I realise it Can't be you.
#augustwriteaday #run Run home Runaway Rag tag Existence Living Day to day Skinny legs Holes at Your knees Oversized Hoodie Dirty sleeves You used To sell Dreams Of bigger Better Things Now...
A glassy cage Within my head To trap away my thoughts Something's wrong I feel quite strange The ghosts are in cohorts A wisp of smoke A brush of air They taunt me with their touch Transparent...
I'm running through the seasons, Summer, Winter, Spring, Shortly flit through Autumn, Such change the seasons bring.
#augustwriteaday Run for your money, Sing for your supper, Croon for your daddy, Dance for your mother, Cry for a nation, Weep like a willow, Smile for a reason Then let your face know, Work for...
#augustwriteaday Run, little one You jumped the gun Went too fast And never won Run, don't look back Take up the slack That lovely sunny blue Is turning pretty black Run, look what you've done Stage...
#augustwriteaday #food Shock of Brown-tumbled Messy hair, Eyes of green, Youthful, naive, Tall, lithe figure; Six-foot-three, Zeppelin T-shirt, Tight red jeans, Seeing you, Makes me feel Brand...
L ove is the food- O f the heart, V erily ready, not- E asy to part. #AugustWriteADay #Food.
#augustwriteaday Killing two birds with one stone ;) @naaviie @MelchoirJ13 The Duo had been summoned By evil underneath The pleasant land of Opussia And all Opussians' feet.
#augustwriteaday. What you said. In my head. Filling me. With a dread. To be fractured. Can't be fun. It's hard enough. Just being one. But if that's how. You want to play. I'll just move.
#augustwriteaday. Been in this theatre. For a while now. Maybe its time. For a final bow. Trodden these boards. Received applause. Reached the top. Played many encores. Could it be. It's getting old.
All the world's my stage, My theatre: the sky, Director may say 'Leap', And I reply, 'How high?' People are my audience, The sun and moon, my lights, An every-day sort-of actor, Without the mask and...
#augustwriteaday Finally up to date. In this theatre of stone angels With Peter, Paul and James I lay my sins before you, Reveal my selfish games.
#augustwriteaday In country gardens The people take it slow, They tend their lonely acres And don't put on a show.
#augustwriteaday #theatre. Each day. Starts. The same way;. Painting on. My second skin. Eyeliner, mascara. The mask I wear. To try and. Fit in. Then begins. The production. My curtain call.