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a cold summer.Are you aware / That your words / Sink through my skin
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Aug 15, 2011
A poem about the English riots, august 2011Your angry / So am I / We all resent
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Aug 15, 2011
6 amI hold my hand out, / into the cold night air. / My blood deathly thin,
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Jan 10, 2011
InsomniaOh, i am so lost, / and so out of sync. / The world rushes past me,
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Jan 10, 2011
RomanticismI can still feel the traces on my cheek from where he last kissed me, i know it sounds strange, but his presence in my life was so strong it still seems to haunt me, even now. / lets run away together, he would say to me, and we would pack, / we would make plans, to go to far away places and discover unknown treasures, Rome, India, waterfalls, chapels, sunsets, moonlit tides,
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Jan 9, 2011
A woman digging in her gardenIt was a windy autumn day, the few leaves that there were left of the tree’s shivered halfheartedly on the lonely branches. The gray sky hung low over the garden, darkening any glimpse of life there was left behind. / I stood behind my mother; she was sat near the window in my bedroom staring out at the bleak scenery, barely moving, barely breathing. She had sat there every day since it happened. Sat there waiting. I took a deep breath, subconsciously she mimicked me; she had a tendency to do that. I always told her that it was annoying, but there was something endearing about her irritating habits that I had never noticed until now. / I stood there watching her for a while in this lonely room, the clock ticked on the wall but apart from that there was silence, the intensity was suffocating. I waited until the clock struck twelve. If it were just any normal day, she would have gone for a walk around the garden. She loved that garden. I think she went there to escape the for a while, to be alone somewhere she was happy, we shared that in common, being alone was often the best part of the day.
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Jan 9, 2011
21she lived in a void of her own mind. / like a black hole her thoughts slowly ate away at her innocent soul. / and where her innocence once was, now lurked a demon.
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Jan 9, 2011
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