Month: November 2020
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hope gone
She sat waiting Waiting to be picked up Waiting to be nurtured loved She waited Noisily at first With ever decreasing Whimpers, moans sobs She waited Until she cried no more expected no more hoped no more lone She stopped waiting
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jubilee
“Put your money in the pot, there’ll be no worry tomorrow,” Paul half hummed, half sang this little ditty his mam taught him. “That’s how she taught me,” he thought, “through song.” “I wish she was here now, to help me get out of this mess.” Paul continued his humming and singing as he walked…
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pixilate the mix
millpond surface bizarre dislocate choke expire churning circles crescendo waves suffocation commotion train walls raise sapped out instinct prayer dam reborn breathing
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swamp abyss
the weight of the world, the dejection of a thousand, thousand souls sat on his back, desolation surrounded him. he was in a bad place, the baddest of places, on a rock floating in a swampy abyss of nothingness. but even in his pit of despair, he was not alone and as he felt the…
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raindrops
It was the rain I missed most. Growing up in Ireland you certainly got used to the soft days, the showers, the heavy downpours and torrential rain. I remember one summer; I must have been ten or eleven. It rained every single day for the entire summer holiday, then the first day of term; bright…
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rook’s quarry
Even on the train she didn’t miss a trick like a rook on patrol for fantasy tidbits she sat upright, neck elongated flicking left, whooshing right. The slightest movement alerted her eyes and she honed in on the offending persona Not one person was beneath her contempt: high spirited children, to her unruly languages other…
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fag ash lil
so this is it. my friend and I become enemies and not an enemy to love an enemy to hate no more of you in my life you are gone, finito bonito rule 8 and 11 no looking back longingly and don’t you even think of wafting your ugly aroma in my direction…
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hold my hand
Todd waits by window, bag in hand. Tom drives to avenue, long time banned. Todd clutches his teddy close to his chest, Tom disengages clutch, nervousness confessed. They meet on the path arms flung open wide, Todd laughing, Tom crying, genetically allied. The trip, over so quickly, words not spoken, Tom drives and Todd watches,…
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stranger danger
He died on the street outside my door Clutching his chest falling down slow Screaming for help no assistance we gave Left him dying, writhing in pain Hardened by street crime we assumed a scam A gang to come running when we stepped outside Little boys with no respect for elder or wiser…
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paintdrop
daubing paint on a canvas, celebrating joy, tears falling on red red paint. red salt water salty red paint painting is liberating, airbrushing reality, joy overcomes pain, joy overcomes sadness, joy overcomes.
Asset Based Community Development meets Church 