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Thursday, July 8, 2010

Sort it.

Sort it. I remember that night when we made our dream Planned how we wanted it to be so simple. How could I forget so easily? Memory needs to be revived occasionally. Especially as daylight is pretty black at times. And a few promises always seem to be hanging around a ragbag of sweet words I don’t... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Sweeter than dreams

Sweeter. Wayward expressions conjure no initiative for desire. The flower must open and the leaves conspire. So in shapeless shameless ready mixes of attitudes one finds nature clinging where stiff rules intrude. Although this must be untangled for no sweeter fruit can be preserved or be tasted from... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Educational purposes only Year 2099

Educational purposes only Year 2099 She Stop; don’t say anymore. He That’s easy I don’t know what you stopped me for. She Don’t say a word He I wasn’t going to I thought you really preferred me to pass by and pretend not to see you. She Typical of men frightened to bite off more than they can chew.... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Avoid Avoid Avoid.

Avoid. Why did she just stand and look at me. I could not understand the ways of a young woman Perhaps I thought this was how it was meant to be Wide eyed and waiting, this is how it began. I didn’t realise she was burning with a flame The touch of her hand should have made me realise And the waves... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Katie chooses a birthday present.

Pet Shop. ‘Can I choose a pet Mummy?'' Katie was looking to the back of the store. ‘Grandma wants to buy it for your birthday; you will have to wait a while.’ Mummy was looking at the gerbils and wondered if they made a mess upon the floor. Katie began chatting to girl who was sweeping up sawdust,... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

One day.

One Day the stars will burn away. One day She stands behind me, why do I feel her breasts against my shoulder is this real? I wonder, if I turn will I remember. I just breathe and think of her. Is anything so far away that it is bound although unchained that cannot find or be unfound. Or can one in... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 2, 2010

Whispers

Whispers. What is this whisper; do I really live in this world? Why do these heartbeats matter, is this sorrow? If only there were sweeter days that could be unfurled And flown above the senses in spite of tomorrow. I suppose I could have been unreal and whispered lies Truth seemed to stain an image... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

One Time

One Time. I remember the hot corn, the silk of horses, the soft cough, Bruised kisses under a moon, the music, the loving froth. The dance of honour and the possession of fantasy. Ideas that formed and were believed by lovers so easily. And the duty of those who procreated to make their lives... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

The confessions of a three year old.

Confessions of a three year old. I must be three years old, this is a new sensation. My Uncle is going to be married, it must be today. I am standing in clean clothes waiting at the station. My Uncle buys me a chocolate bar, he’s different in a way. Puff, puff, puff, here comes the passenger train.... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

First impression. What can I do to impress you? You smile as if I cannot do a lot and in a way that is true. It does not help that I have gone to pot. If I were desperate who knows? I might just try to give you one small pull and say that if you had no clothes you still would look quite beautiful I... Sign in to see full entry.

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