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RH 78 Feb 2015
Young love.
Raging passion.
Jealous eyes.
Immature reasons.
Resentment.
Distance
Separation.
Move on.
RH 78 Feb 2015
He never met her
He didn't take the call
They never crossed eyes
They didn't have lunch
They never touched
They didn't rush
She had been honest
He hadn't been so stupid
No one knocked on the door
The truth never came out
He made a different choice.
RH 78 Feb 2015
The barber asked "what would you like?
Quiff?
          bun?
           Mohawk?
slicked back?
           side parting?
                    centre parting?
                                            greased?            
                                      permed?                  
                           straightened?
                   skin head?
               bald head?
        spiky?
        A comb over?
pony tail?
        pig tails?
                    curly?
                            frizzy?
                      dyed?
                               mop top?
                         French crop?
                 blue rinse?
           purple rinse?
                             step?
                                    undercut?
                                              shaggy?      
                                     dreadlocks?"
"No thanks" I replied
"I'll have a short back and sides and make it messy on top please"
RH 78 Feb 2015
Near in the distance stood an ant on a chair.
Smooth but spiky skin with a flock of golden hair.
The ants name was Brian and his mum was the queen.
She drank lots of ***** in the largest nest ever seen.
Brian bucked the trend and turned to magic on the street.
Slight of hand his favourite or should I say 6 feet?
back to the story,
Brian was on a chair
Just about to remove it and levitate in the air!
The trick of a all tricks He hoped to be a star.
Make lots of money and travel wide and far!
The chair was removed and Brian floated high. No strings attached going upwards to the sky!!
Not a place for ants and this trick he did not tweak for Brian was last seen in a big birds beak.
The rumours quickly spread when attached to a tree twig was Brian's golden wig.
RH 78 Feb 2015
He heard her before he saw her
When he saw her he turned into a meerkat.
Her high heels seeking his attention.
He drew the line at sniffing her when he realised she was not dangerous.
She may have turned into a cobra if he did.
RH 78 Feb 2015
17 Shattered skulls bobbing on an ocean of oil.
The crawling skin of sailer souls ready to recoil.

No more rigging 1 less oar.
Beast from the deep allowed to surface once more.

The crows nest falls the skies turn black.
Men overboard who are never coming back.

No more rigging 1 less oar.
Beast from the deep returns to the seabed once more.
RH 78 Feb 2015
Your face is permanently etched on the inside of my eyelids.
Your acid similar to a scar on my heart.
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