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Thomas Newlove Nov 2016
My face is crammed full with food,
Stomach bursting at the seams,
I feel sick of myself and the world
But it's always been that way it seems
Thomas Newlove Nov 2016
You were the blanket of winter's dusk
Snug beating back an icy haze
But what I wanted was to feel the fire
Of hearts amidst your summer days
Thomas Newlove Nov 2016
It's often on chilly afternoons when you think of mundane things like warm blankets or if a banister could support a rope to snap your neck.
Thomas Newlove Nov 2016
The world is dark but it is also a place full of life and within those lives there are good people and sometimes one of them makes you smile
Thomas Newlove Nov 2016
It's a rare thing these days to meet someone who makes you feel better about yourself. It's hard to process that feeling in any way but love
Thomas Newlove Nov 2016
Epiphanies appear in various forms, and, on rare occasions, they even come at three thirty in the morning with your pants around your knees.
Thomas Newlove Jan 2016
"New Year, new you" she said as she took off her old one and put on a brave new face. This one hid the bruises but not the tears in her eyes
Tweet Verse is a poem consisting of exactly 140 characters (excluding the title) as per the Twitter character limit. The name is my own (as far as I'm aware.)
Thomas Newlove Dec 2015
Life can sometimes get bitter-
It feels like there's no going back,
But if the knife ain't gonna slit her
She'll still take her coffee black
Tweet Verse is a poem consisting of precisely 140 characters (akin to Twitter's character limit.)
Thomas Newlove Dec 2015
Eve's crime was not biting the apple, but accepting the idea that she was to blame for man's fall.

That, in my experience, was inevitable.
Tweet Verse (I'm trying to make the name stick, and the form become a thing) is a poem utilising all characters that Twitter allocates for a tweet.
Thomas Newlove Dec 2015
The wind and rain are battering your window, and all you can think about is your 13 year old self, and how the watermark was up to your neck
Trying to get to sleep through recent Irish "storms" has brought back some uncomfortable memories of the devastation of Hurricane Ivan in my youth in the Caribbean.
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