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There are so many things,
About which there is nothing to tell.
I am looking at you,
You are not looking back,
I am relieved, I'm sad, I'm mad,
I've got all the possible feelings,
Because you're not looking back.
We could all die,
We could all live,
We could all go crazy,
We could all become happy,
But we couldn't know any of this.
The
Amateur

The
Expert

The
Rookie

The
Aficionado

The
Freshman

The
Maestro

The
Dabbler

The
Craftsman

Poet

There's a place here
For everyone
With a passion
For words
Reading and writing is therapy
Our own life...and others
Create
Themes

A sensory examination

Spilled out

Nothing is wasted

It is our write
Life experiences make great poetry. Sometimes they aren’t ours but we feel them as our own.
We used to give a hip hurray
but now we don't,

Friday's not the same
no work to moan about
no bosses to blame
Friday's
just another day,

no pubbing
clubbing, no
rubbing my hands with glee when
she decides to dance with me,

there is nothing but the endless
the internet
Netflix
Ricky Gervais, and
'the infinite monkey cage'

But it's when you wake up in a lighthouse
that you know you're in Fraggle Rock.
if getting there is half the fun
People who are always late
Are like missing fingers,
You can't count on them.
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