Yarn

A ball of yarn Maybe but only A ball of yarn to you. That unassuming orb of Dyed sheep hair Represents possibilities to others. Possibilities – Of being a warm reminder Of mothers arms to a mewling babe. Of being a comforting presence Around a lovesick lover’s neck. Of being a quirky bric-a-brac In a…

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Empty Bed

I shared your warmth On my skin, on my bed. That warm patch was comforting When you lay sleeping With your little hand curled In my big one, Content. The warmth And the smell of you Seeped through my skin, Drenched me In your smiles; Grew roots within. But one day You were just gone.…

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In The End: Contribution to Candles Online

When your time is near, And your heart reflects fear, And you’re breaking down in tears Because you’ll lose all you hold dear; When faith unfaithful Turns her back, And the vision before your blurry eyes Turns tar black; Remember the only thing That will always hold true – That even in your end He […]…

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Melancholia

I wish I could write today Of a beautiful romance Where the knight finds his maiden fair And they live long, lost in love’s trance. I wish I could write today Of the gentle murmurs Of a summer brook, Where I spend a dreamy afternoon Draped upon a hammock. I wish I could write today…

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Where is the Storm!

As I crept through the night Holding my pants really tight I waited for it to be true To be kept awake the night through. The warning was clear and mighty Will blow your candles and nightie. It howled and whistled for a while, Rustling the leaves and the textiles. It thundered a little, it…

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Flaunt Not!

My Aunt got me a brand new bike The kind with the supports on the side. Rolled it out to my mates I did Wanted to flaunt it, Hear their compliments. Proud I was till one friend spoke – Bet you can’t ride it, he joked. Incensed, I wrinkled my nose, Slung my leg around…

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A Barter With Death

…And every night Death Crept from the shadows of the room. Laying in wait, counting breaths Of her lover doomed. It would whisper to the maid in waiting – It’s his time now. And she would plead with joined hands Sweat painting her noble brow. One night livid Death grew weary – His time is…

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