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COLLETTE

COLLETTE

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Traveling & writing. Ipswich Town, UK

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Gender: Female

Location: Ipswich

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Join Date: 09/05/2017

Last Login: 24/09/2018

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You liking women Makes me like being a woman It’s easier to draw you Than it is to write a poem About your lines Beside your eyes And mouth Breasts The curved outline Of your shape Hips Your eyes glance My curves Your line Draws…
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Venus as a Girl
| I’m pining for you already when I havent yet left the state and I’m already in a state You’re still to put on your work boots the hysterical high-vis still hanging with one foot hanging out of the bed get those toes back in…
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Toots
Maybe you were right Quite possibly it’s me Breaking egg shells with your tip toes Thus enraging the egg queen A mood the frequency of a bees humming, mulling and trapped glum sulking And it’s I that doesn’t want to be around U ?! Mental…
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The Egg Queen
On a dark night my daddy said to me that I would have to attach myself to something real: The happiness of a bald eagle. The witch hunt for long lost prepubescent zeal Running through the woods naked laughing before welling up with the sheer…
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Thirty
It’s all bravado The endless avocados The stone fruit for all the stoned fruits lined up for trams along Sydney road Oh i’m tired of the trends Doctor Martin diagnosed the bends for those who surface and float on rivers of chilli…
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MELBOURNE
The heart break kid killed me with kisses Disarmed me with her fingers It’s an end so thus a new start. Infactuation is a very funny feeling, crushing chests, squeezing out nervous laughs. And the only thing i’m wanting is to be buried…
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The Heartbreak kid
I’m pickling poetry to be preserved perfectly. The present presant of passion is passionately pressed in palms and presented in arms. Our painfully pessimistic promises are passed patiently in prohibited possibility and persuaded by your…
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Poets Pickle
another day in Miowera shanti town of George Harrison songs and marijuana Queensland, man the shanti shanti town hit those four kisses and slow the fuck down hang your Vans up to dry and rub those feet into the dirty ground chicken…
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Miowera,…
Concrete poured over the grasses Numbers etched onto ‘streets’ Disrespect the trees breath Turn the air to turn them weak Man dug up all the fossil fuels until the earth ran out of gas the choice of sustainable energies would have saved…
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THIS IS…
Ears pulled back Tail to the ground Such a naive little rabbit Makes easy work for the hound Bearing teeth A smile turned snarl most foul Lack of sleep excuses the beast For now repressing it’s howl Do not enter Do not speak It’ll bite at…
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Bushy Tail PT. 2
| The ocean can be so lonesome To be alone amongst stones on the stretching Northern shores Watching as ghosts ships sail by with all of your demons on board I thought I should warn you babe that one day I may sail that ship I promised I’d…
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The ocean…
Oh you bright eyed one! Burning my retinas Your stare the suns Why ask these questions? You know my answer Please, try taking a guess. Are you so blindsided by the west that you’re blind to me I’m not a bad person. I don’t loathe but I…
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Bushy Tail PT. 1
You go home to her and I head to the pub for a bowl of discounted spaghetti. I got carried away, predictably. You’re still not there yet And it kills me. You’re a sweetheart and a Heartbreak. A poem fuelled by pasta and crab meat is a heart…
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Southern Cross
How wonderful! To wake up on a Sunday morning with the sun shining and no hangover to overcome. I stole some jam and licked the sticky guilt from my fingers and smile. Discussing politics and road trips with Dutch kids whilst they roll…
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A Sunday…
Pack up the old curtains Pick passed it blue tac off the walls and don’t look at the ceilings. Regret the westerners materialistic shortcomings of a traveller who bought five jumpers and acquired shoes, countless pairs of shoes. Nikes for…
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…
I’ve been dreaming of making coffees. Before my alarm goes off I’m perfecting microfoam in dreams which fade as I tamp the morning’s first shots. I’ve been trying not to break the seal In my sonderous soy flat whites After the hundredth…
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Caffeine…
I did wrong, yes I did. He tested me to reveal the wickedness in my eye He sent bikes and waterfalls and endless biryanis All to serenade and to spoil me. How can I find the love of another Consumed with self-hate and in a constant state of…
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Mysore, Karnataka
It’s a Sunday morning. It is 6am. Again. The mornings of lying in, naked breakfasts, sex, smoking, reading; they’re all gone from him. Long lost within his youth when love was free and he still had all of his teeth. When all he’d carry was…
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Dusty Ray
with each nail painted and every hair shaved feeling my feline feminine form i’m ready to misbehave each eyelash tinted wearing black for my sins with the final draw on a cigarette the wine ends and the night begins i’m aware of my…
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Culture…
I’m keener on the world when seen through your eyes You have an ability to think much deeper than me You have a better understanding of a room’s atmosphere For the universe’s expansion And for the songs that you hear Neither here, nor there…
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A Poem…
The rain comes down on this country city town I’ve found frowning Clowns. On Brunswick road, rain Pouring layers of foundation From crowns to crows feet. Cheap mascara bleeds For a lost generation Shunned by American stamped guns…
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Brisbane
Perforated ear drums and two left feet, This idling individual was created incomplete. The weakest of ankles with the straightest toes; How I ever learnt to walk is totally unknown. So whilst my friends skate I smoke, Thinking up fantastic…
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The…
She’ll pick up the pieces of his wasted years, gluing them back together with his tidal selfish tears. Listened to. Never listens. Woe is him, his life reflects total rejection like this relationship was rife. And all that’s been left is a…
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MY TRAIN…
I want someone to look at the stars with me get high and talk about life with me I want someone to take care of me Who lets me be the one who needs to be needy I want someone to see through life with me Never old, turning gold with you next…
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A SIMPLE…
Walking down Christchurch paths The trees aglow with autumns hue have discarded their leaves, which litter the ground on the same paths I once walked with you. You led me by the hand through this familiar park, Years on I know the route so…
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WALKING…
Watching from the bedroom window stars shooting street lights, headlights constellations. Straining to hear the ghost cries of feline confrontations As Dad’s in his shed fixing the hoover and putting up shelves for his endless spades shovels…
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I KNOW…
I don’t know why But I must be cursed She said Counting the shillings From her mothers purse She went My trust is with God To decide my fate She sighed I’ll always be waiting For you at His gates She cried I’d die for more time To spend with…
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SUNSETS…
Today felt like a Yorkshire morning. The chilly sun haloed behind cirrostratus clouds gently warmed the Northern gusty winds, carrying smells of life; manure, bread. This was but a single morning in a spanning life of a timeline so unbeknown…
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YORKSHIRE MORNING
I am not like these I stir and heed I want the pigeons beside me They are not like me They stamp their feet Another show of power from the elite Blackened, striped He’s grey or blue Have you never wanted any colour on you? An…
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The…
How that single line, “She’s gone” Can spear and haul to the surface all that’s been suppressed, all that’s been tucked away in a tired and worn old weakened wooden chest buried beneath the bed; locked shut the bolts should have been strong…
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Come in Waves
She found me Fatigue nearly changed our course But of course! I stole her wine To steal us more time To realise the serendipitous serenity Of her hand held in mine She astounded me Heidi provided the insight Into her marvelous mind…
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She
I’ll write you so many pages of poetry darlin Enough so we can wrap your angels arms and legs Scribbling sonnets for your fingertips Creating prose to wrap your toes I’ll never stop writing you poetry darlin Jo. I’ll fill so many books…
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The…
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