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Your breath on my skin
I called my addiction
Ever since you left
They put me on these prescriptions
But I've prescribed myself
A Change of Scene
And I know
I'll always be addicted
To the utterly relentless presence
That causes the wind to make
The hairs stand up
On the back of my neck and
The fall air
To still feel
Like your breath
It's what they call a trigger
So now I'm finally going away
But like the breeze
Your memories
Can't be escaped
And no matter how far I run
I'm always *addicted
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st64
ten gems
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st64
1.
"After three days without reading, talk becomes flavourless."
- Chinese Proverb


2.
"The future has several names.
For the weak, it is the impossible
For the faint-hearted, it is the unknown.
For the thoughtful and valiant, it is the ideal."
- Victor Hugo


3.
"It has been my observation that most people get ahead during the time that others waste."
- Henry Ford


4.
"The true measure of a man [person] - is how he [..] treats someone who does him [..] absolutely no good."
- Ann Landers


5.
"The mere fact that you have obstacles to overcome - is in your favour."
- Robert Collier



6.
"Things may come to those that wait, but only things left by those who hustle."
- Abraham Lincoln


7.
It is precisely the moment, when we are at our lowest ebb, that the tide begins to turn."
- Author unknown


8.
"Coming together is the beginning.
Keeping together is progress.
Working together is success."
- Henry Ford


9.
"Circumstance does not make me; it reveals me."
- William James


10.
"Before you speak, ask yourself:
Is it kind, is it necessary,
is it true,
does it improve on the silence?"
- Shirdi Sai Baba (Indian Saint)







S T - 11 oxy-tubes 2013
whoo.. what a day-starter!

yeah, bunch-a-clichés, hey..
no matter :)


well.. lol...
hey.. here's another half-bucket of inspiration-swill, if ye please :)
(uh, make that.. a quarter-bucket!)




sub-entry:       con-cen-tr8     (Anon)

if you concentr8 in finding whatever is good in every situation
you will discover that your life will suddenly be filled with gratitude
a feeling that nurtures the soul.





and especially for Rose........................ http://hellopoetry.com/-rose-5/

"If I die in war, you remember me
If I live in peace, you don't." ― S Milligan
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st64
Tra..la...la....la...
Time for sha-sha-shampoo ...in the bath*


1.
When you wash your hair
in the bath
And you lather up suds
froth that foam

BIG bubbles
such big big big.

Ooh, slinky stuff
I'm the shampoo in your hair.

I'll slide across your tresses
And slip between fingers
Caress your scalp
And press in deep.


2.
While I'm there, I'll take a peep inside
And dip into that well-indexed well
Page through tomes of unseen stuff
See how gray pals duel along
Friendly fights.


Can you feel how I run down
The side of your face
Onto your shoulders now...


3.
Later, when you're all warm and dressed
You can relax and read poems in bed
revel in more

But now, there's more in store...
elsewhere to visit....


4.
Ooh!
Just lovin' that shampoo.

Gotta love that shampoo
Just gotta love that sha-sha-shampoo!





S T, 16 May 2013
Yes, can't wait to make next date with Shampoo!

:)

Nothing like a shampoo in the bath when you feel a tad rundown.
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wanderer
Down
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wanderer
With this pen
I slit my wrist
Let it bleed on this page
Release the sadness and rage
Let these words
Pick the lock and let me out of this cage

Paint a smile for those I love
They don't need to know
So I do my best to hide
All the pain that's deep inside
Writing blood and tears
In this little book of mine

No, I don't want it to show
I don't want your attention for this
It just brings more pain
If blood on the floor
Is what it takes to say my name
I'd rather hear silence
At least it's honest

So I write these words
Just for me
To keep Death away
I scribe its name
And hope one day
The pain that fills my pen
Will drain away
And I can put this blade

Down.
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Lily Jean
sunday.
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Lily Jean
In South America, truck drivers are paid collossal amounts
of money, to deliver supplies between towns on
roads, no wider than the width of their trucks.

When you turned up on my doorstep that sunday in the rain,
your eyes told me before your lips did.

Sixty three hundred days is a long long time to wait for someone,
but I would do it all over again,
if it meant I could fall asleep in your arms one last time.

Next Autumn when the leaves turn rusty and fall from the trees,
I'll remember the afternoon we spent in Victoria park,
where you waded to the middle of the duckpond,
just because I said you wouldn't.

Your mother always told me when we stacked away the good china after Sunday lunch,
that your stubborness always got in the way of what was right.

You've been gone eight hours and still nobodies reminded me how difficult I can be at times.

Eight months later and everytime the phone rings I imagine your voice crackling down the line "come get me from the supermarket, I have sugar buns. "
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Ashley Manning
A book's laid out in front of me.
Broken spine keeps my place.
Heat from both radiator
and unfamiliar sun.

I close my eyes,
wishing half an hour
would disappear
like it does on any other day.

Ticking of nails on plastic keys,
behind and in front.
The sound of a generation.

Distant talking and traffic light beeps
masked
by cold-ridden breath.

A car drives passed the window,
slowly. And then it's gone.
Hidden beneath the beep
of a successful loan.
Still the sound beats all.
Written on the 4th March 2013 while trying to do research for a presentation. Another part of my Northampton poems.
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Katlyn Orthman
The skies are dark
And my heart is sad
My screams echo
And only make the neighbors mad
My tears mean nothing
The never did
Slowly they unravel
My feeling I hid
I am bare
Before the crowd
This pain won't cease
And the roars are loud
I'm falling faster
Than I have before
I pray you save me
Before they seal the doors
Can you hear me?
I'm screaming loud
Can you hear me?
Above the crowd?
Please I lay here
Unshakle me
I'm dying slowly
As you watch me bleed
I'm not a monster
Though I feel I am
Because any things better
Than being human
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