December 2010
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Twins
Oh my tired eyes, it disgusts me how, you need a poem to remind you of the things you’ve seen.
and Oh my tired heart, won’t you talk to your father? Its not too hard, to cut through a burden, to break a wall down.
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Spinning Top
I glimpsed a spinning top, once when I was young. It was firm in its foundation, comforting consistency.
Many should think that it would topple, the way it spins round. But it wanders where it will, and lives on still. What spurs it on? What divine purpose? It has movement. It has voice.
I sit and think, on a rather damp day. If it is not a god, It is surely god given.
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The High and the Low
How silly the little things seem, from way up high. I laugh and point, and remember this point, for sometime I shall fall down there.
Writers Block.
It has been harder for me to write recently. Right now I’m in a slightly annoyed/ aggrivated sort of mood. Not too sure why. Maybe its because I’ve been working on my story alot over the past month and in turn feel exhausted in my writing. On the other hand part of my mind always wonders if people really want to read a poem from some guy whinning about this or that. But then someone...
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Owls
I heard a strange noise, which caught me unaware. Late in the night, Early in the morning, owls towards the north.
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I don’t suscribe to you. I thought I could see you in the light, pouring through the hole in my door, but my mind takes me on feild trips, to teach me what it means to lie. I don’t suscribe to you.
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I think I'm the last person left in the entire...
There is a fundamentally sound storyline to my...
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There is a body there, in my bed. No, it isn’t I. It is fairer far than I have ever been, laying there; a view to soak in, against your smooth smooth skin.
So, the question is....
I cannot sleep tonight? Or will not? I do not know. But here I am awake in bed nearing 5am. My minds being very creative and what not.
Todays plan.
Just gonna sit down and work on my novella. Thats it. For now anyway.
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It's no wonder
that I struggle with writing longer stories, I write short enough poems.
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A girl loved me once, she was rough around the edges, but the most beautiful thing. She sports her battle scars, and I love her still, her tears break my heart. Its sad I had to leave my home, to understand which lot I had cast.
I just slept for three hours.
Missed meeting the roomate.
Now need to do another 5 page paper.