2013-05-02 09.50.30

  Time’s overreaching as life murmurs to a close, A dialogue left incomplete before the season’s changed, Forced shut before the year drew out. Stripped of age and run dry of an era, An element of emptiness dripping down On those left behind. And the firmament sends ...Read More

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  Try and slow down before the end – Try and move backward towards clearer memories, away from the black holes. Before the sky opens up and swallows you whole, Before time sprints forward and damages your soul. Lightening strikes softly, before the whispers get louder, overshadowing the sound of thunder – only in your ...Read More

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  They say there are five stages of grief. Seven maybe. Either way, I think I can say I’ve been through about four. Or am going through them – they’re going back and forth for me to be unable to pinpoint ...Read More

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Drip faster, dip down low, Let the sun rise and fall as the diamonds glow Beautiful rays, gleaming soft Beneath the light of everything you’ve lost. Symbols of what you’re leaving behind, Moving on, trying to keep up with The pace. Let it go, let them all ...Read More

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    The clamour of footsteps and raindrops. Buzzing television sets and distant prayer calls. Brain teeming over with emotion; A break - a pause - mind on holiday. Numbness. Car engines sound like guitar strings scratching against chipped nails. But softer - calmer - now they purr like kittens… Red, green, blue - quietly dissolving ...Read More

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  I walk with my hands stuck to my sides when I’m alone, usually very quickly without realising it. When there’s a man behind me (however nice and harmless the poor chap may be) I stop to let him walk forward ...Read More

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  When the sunrise was not something I took for granted and the sound of birds chirping in the morning made my day complete before it had even started. When soft guitar chords would float around me as I waited patiently ...Read More

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  Out and about in the happily bustling, oozing with life city this past week and craving for an escape  to a land of beaches and waves, a lot of things have been  hitting me in the face. The most  recent being the lack of ...Read More

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She gazed at the Morez clock ominously crawling towards six, dangling precariously on the cracked wall behind her. Her nose wrinkled unceremoniously as the smell of antiquated books rose from the dust, settling on the moist sheet of glass, mixing with ...Read More

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Chaos looms overhead, flashing lights, blaring horns, smoke, fog and the unnecessary chatter of people rushing past. And we sit, comfortable in a silence that could span for hours but hardly ever does. Understanding nods herald the oncoming of quick social ...Read More

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Loneliness spurts forth, Spilling over the brim Discontent bubbling underneath the surface. Hazy lines merging - cracked lines creeping closer. Quiet, its that calm now, Before the beginning of the battle -  shamefacedly lost. Loneliness spurts forth In a room dancing with people… Heads flitting by, Limbs flailing past, Conversation thick - loneliness ...Read More

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Dear engaging vines Of love, How softly you’ve drawn Me in. Your tangled web of spaces, The only silence Amongst the chaotic sounds. Dear engaging vines Of love, How sweetly you have me Entrapped- Lost beneath the feel of Your breath against The still of dawn. Lost among the thoughtless, Bringing me back to Spaces in ...Read More