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Michael | IP1

Michael

Michael

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Age: 36

Gender: Male

Location: Ipswich

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Join Date: 27/06/2011

Last Login: 01/05/2016

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  She is an aberration. Heartless. An unbalanced equation floating through space, which no amount of adjusting seems to resolve. She wants to be something definite, something with form - recognisable, recognised; known. Instead, she’s…
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Heartless
We talked him down Out   Of it We believed he had arrived   After he’d left He created distance out of time As the dust settled, and Coated our weary feet As we continued to talk In a staccato beat Of empires and words aflame Not the…
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An Origin
Everlie’s Tree I am a tree. The faint echoing falling of my leaves has marked the passing seasons as the blink of a human eye marks the passing of a second. I feel older than every blink a human ever made; my years feel more numerous…
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Everlie’s…
It’s hard to say when I first became existent. I was created out of human thought as they lay time upon the world. I am born at midnight and reborn every one-hundred-and-forty-four hours. My name is Monday GMT. I have brothers and sisters…
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A Day In…
Why don’t you ever look up? Staring down into the pool Your eyes drawn into the water It reflects oh so unclearly You were Always worried about what you’d become And things you’d never be What you are is me, those things, I never wanted you…
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I Used To Be You
I’ve felt well for a hundred miles I’ve walked a thousand hours content Seems to me I am stronger now I could grow on a mountain And I am gritty, I set my face Against the ice in the wind I waited and the ice is beautiful Maybe I can carve…
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Movement
I’m sick of hearing birdsong as the sun blurs its way between my curtains. Not because the sound particularly grates, but because since he died I can’t sleep. Birdsong should only be appreciated after peaceful sleep.      I’ve been…
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All day they talk Incessantly To one another And trust me My hearing Is superior Yet when I bark To offer my input On the state of affairs The temperature of my paws The emptiness of my stomach That strange sensation I am…
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Injustice…
My hollow is full of these things The gods of midnight thought Distracted by the worst I can be Perpetual descent is my mind My thoughts are illegible Scratched on the surface And in brokenness, held tight I carry them like water from a…
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My Hollow
My descent into your eyes Began when your eyes drank the ocean Suddenly full of depth and the memory of tears They struck me with lotus-petal beauty And threatened me with things I can’t know Things that are fragile and violent Into your…
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Voyage
The poet closed his eyes and dreamed. He dreamed of better things, higher things. The structure of his world altered and morality lightened. His spirit arched into the universe and conversed with angels. Beneath, his body rested in the cool…
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Dream
I. Summer Your smile twists me out of sleep Like a corkscrew and I’m ready To feel the sunrise at 6am, I inhale Bumblebee-dizzy and full of vitality A mile from this shadow-speckled step We spend the day juggling flower sticks Circus…
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I Snail’s hideout Sun burning long and so distant Hermit crab scuttles predators everywhere Rodent nervousness in the presence of non-rodent Winter recluse, summer shame, absent spring rebirth Incepting repulsion within the hearts of the…
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The Borderline
Perception: I see A colour And call it Red How do you know That you don’t call A different colour Red also? Maybe my Blue Is your Red, And when we agree Something is Red It is actually blue to you (from my point of view) And Red to…
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Perception
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