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How I missed their embrace.

I would arrive knock and enter, Mother would be knitting or baking, Barely a glance up to me. A groan would slowly fill the space, Its you, what do you want? Almost as if I'd called the day before. The scene always replicated,  My father draped in papers, Reading muttering politics. Eventually the ice and chill break. It was like a silent rebuke, Their way of showing sadness, Their way of saying I lived too ...
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/ / Non-Fiction / 74 words / /

Smile please

If you could capture your angry face in a picture you’d be horrified at the image, perhaps know why, before you click you say, say cheese or smile please so you don’t look like a burnt toast you shine and glow. But the artificial smile you camouflage may not be of help in the long run. The rage you hold within could ruin your style also, your profile, it’s bound to affect your health from ...
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/ / Poetry / No Comments on Smile please / 163 words / /

Rise and Fall

A glance, perchance, into the not-too-distant-future. Civilizations since the dawn of time Thought they were forever Thought they were fine All of them have passed away None of them exists today, We think we are the epitome That we alone, yes, you and me Will survive for all of time Never to perish It’s a false dream we cherish The Egyptians empire came and passed The Greeks and Romans didn’t last Empires come, and empires ...
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/ / comment, Poetry, protest. philosophy / 4 Comments on Rise and Fall / 255 words / /

Discipline from the seventies

You said you wanted to talk Not now,when I 'm good and ready. I  knew my father of old, He wouldn't go for small talk He would sooner take a walk. The next morning he coughed Awkward, uncomfortable in away. It left me nervous as hell the whole day Around seven I was summoned with a yell. The best room to be, always worries me.. Well boy what was yesterday about? You were messing around ...
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/ / Non-Fiction / 117 words / /

Voile sur par…

On the edge of the Equator. Almost equating to me... Standing, kneeling North and South, East and West, I pray silently. Wishing for the storm within to pass, I look to you for guidance. You stand there full of wisdom and grace. Most of your beauty lies within. Two Islands and two people, Poles apart in thought! Beaches full embracing charm. The bluest of oceans racing, Blue as the bluest of skies. We share little ...
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/ / Non-Fiction / 147 words / /

Hmm…

We cannot conceive of something we have never experienced however much we draw the lines on the canvasses or fill those leaves  with letters willing  to reunite as words, marry tunes with them until a holy hymn is born; we may hum a thousand times walking up and down the aisle waiting as grooms  for the unseen brides a myriad times we may sing. Still we’d wed for good with war forever rest in peace ...
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/ / Poetry / No Comments on Hmm… / 66 words / /

Twmbarlwm Is On Fire

The mystic site of the Iron Age Fort of Twmbarlwm is north of Risca in South Wales but kids constantly set fire to the surrounding forests and hillsides and stoned the fire crews ...
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Not all Wounds Bleed

In Victorian times we locked them in, today we lock them out Sitting in the street a plastic coffee cup at his feet He looks OK to the passer-by, to the untrained eye An idle bugger, junkie and terminally workshy But this picture is very far from complete He has behavioural issues this problem man Loses his temper, raves incoherently at folk He abuses alcohol, his mind wears a cloak Of darkness, a member of ...
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/ / Poetry, reality / 6 Comments on Not all Wounds Bleed / 117 words / /

A Cuppa

/ / Poetry / 34 words / /

Undefined

I cannot see what I've not seen before, the scene might be dancing right inside  my meandering mind, yet the screening eyes will not recognize. I cannot hear what I've not heard before, the sound might hum, or might beat my drum up and down, yet the conditioned crown cannot pinpoint the plot the ersatz ears will fail to spot. I cannot play what I've not played before, the act might seem possible on the ...
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/ / Poetry / No Comments on Undefined / 80 words / /

The Gods of the Odds

The serial killer was undetected and unsuspected because he always carefully kept the odds on his side ...
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/ / Fiction, murder / 6 Comments on The Gods of the Odds / 3306 words / /

The Asylum

do you feel it? as you walk slowly through the dark, in this fallen neglected labyrinth of the mind, where mold and filth fester upon crumbling walls, and rainwater seeps and falls like tears of the damned, this once great building now diseased and decaying, a parody of the minds once entombed within, can you hear the echoes of the screams? from trapped helpless souls that once resided here, lost wandering in a world they ...
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It just dawned on me – I’m a person

Mann muss immer immer immer immer immer immer veruckt sein ...
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O my bird

O my bird I painted you much before you came. A past cadaver your shape, your nature your songs were recorded on the page of my mind. Now when you are here, present, right in front of me I find you wrong, strange I can hear you speaking singing in a language beyond my image. My borrowed intellect from white volumes of knowledge made me a living dead. You came, you sang you sat, you ...
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/ / Poetry / No Comments on O my bird / 87 words / /

The Grim Reaper waits…

The grim reaper lingers. Standing tall, arms folded agitated. In black clothed gown He stands above looking down, He always wears a sombre frown. Breathing hastily through his nose Looking like a serious clown. Impatience shows. He lurks, he waits, Ready to dispatch your fate. The door rattles The teeth chatter like shutters in the wind. His deep shadows haunt my space, Maybe he's on my case! What does he know? more than I... Does ...
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/ / Non-Fiction / 71 words / /