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"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feeling, recollected in tranquility" - William Wordsworth
Flare, so bright and burning like a solar star, Such beauty divine, so near yet so far, But danger lurks around every corner, Be you test? Or be you warner? Former of life or informer of life, Such mystery in this world is rife!
Your aroma like the dew on morning grass. A sun rising over the hill, peeking over, to check if the day had begun. Dandelion. When I see you, your voice just sounds like dulcet tones. I'll be a pirate and that'll be my siren song. Blue eyes…
Cross. I'm cross with you, walking in the room. Do you care? X-man. Trying to save what we could have had, a moment that allowed that rolling stone to gather moss. eXamination. I sit exams, work. You eXamine others, work. Well, works for yo…
Eve will be sitting up in heaven thinking "only Adam knows it wasn't the serpent in the tree that corrupted me"
"You smell" my mother said. "Unlucky mate" I said "She's talking to you, stupid" my brother said "Oh"
What is a medicine? Why, you are a medicine! Supplying medicine, Receiving medicine. The sun is medicine, Sorrow, a medicine. "why am I medicine?", Because your life revolves around medicine. So next time you take a drug, pill, remedy or ev…
Remembrance is a sharp tool, used to paint pictures for the fool. Remembrance is love, the need for understanding of the mistakes (perhaps victories) of the past. Remembrance a friend, maybe a one that you need to mend. But memories. Dear m…
Right, time to write. But what to write? What piece of writing will be right? Right, I'm being too tight. Stuck in an endless loop of writing right. Or am I writing write? I'm right in writing write, arn't I?
There's more to me than meets the eye. Layers and layers of undiscovered beauty. Many have gone where you tread today, cutting into the labyrinth of levels. There's more to me than meets the eye. I stick you with a thin goo, sacrificed from…