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Rupert Pip Dec 2021
O' baby-faced days,
where kettles hum contralto
and stoves sing "Pancakes!"
Nothing beats a cup of tea, and a lovely breakfast in the morning; oh how British of me.
Rupert Pip Dec 2021
I would do almost anything
for you

Except watching the door
clip the back of your bags

knowing I could have done
something about it.
Rupert Pip Nov 2021
If you've never been in one,
the irony of
road traffic accidents
is this:

You see them all the time,
hear about them everyday,
you drive past the wreckage
engulfed in flames

yet, they'll never happen to you,

...right?

my mother would tell me:
'Don't rest on your laurels,
for tomorrow isn't promised.'

and I guess she had a point.
Rupert Pip Sep 2021
So sincerely
   do I miss

the face you make
away from me

as though I
   can’t see

just how much
you’re smiling

when we’re
    out driving

on the
homeless roads

under the
candle-lit stars

on this
    romantic escapade
Rupert Pip Sep 2021
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I wonder what all
the greats would
think of this generation

and how their
morality

only goes as far
as the
breakfast
table

before it
eats itself.
Rupert Pip Aug 2021
With all things
the mind displays life
in capital letters.

But in almost every instance,
life does not
shout.
Overthinking.
Rupert Pip Jun 2021
In truth,
I'd love to believe
that he's gone to
a better place,

but
I'm not sure I
believe there's a
better place than here

with us.
A friend of mine came to me for a chat as he lost someone dear to him. I'd have loved to believe that his friend had gone somewhere special, but they were so close that I think that the best place he could of gone was round for a cup of coffee or three.
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