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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
by Michael
Seppuku: to honour, to trust and thus retain pride, Justification to flay one’s hide. Insult, chivalry, filial piety A carefully wrought machine with limits infinity. Because the opium seeds were sown Into the hearts of monsters they had…
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The Rise…
by James Donaldson
Reappear; my eyes, Cold and sweat and dark Like the coalman’s feet which Appear on the clean sheet. A stain which migrates around My eye, migrates around my Nose, migrates around my Forehead; it is an awful pain. It is there and I see…
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My Grain Migrates
by Chris Kenworthy
My Pen is my Guardian, The sea is my sky, The waves and the water, My Pen Writes… Through twisting turns and intriguing plots, Nervous beginnings and unexpected endings, The ink does swirl and the pen does twirl, My Pen Writes on and…
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My Pen Is…
by Chris Kenworthy
Leaves wilt, they tear me apart, A spider’s web creaks like a piece of art, A sparrow ducks, a dipper reaches for food. This is a leaf’s life: eternity, beauty, and sorrow. An Italian girl skips joyfully, down through cobbled…
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Leaves wilt…
by Chris Kenworthy
My eyes blink with dull passion as they are conditioned by the movements of the Seas. Seas of clouds, of water, and land. From this surreal height they all seem to merge becoming one tide of calm solitude. A blending of textures,…
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Gazing…
by Ben Driver
My absence of faith Is not a fleeting feeling It’s the only thing Ive known I never knew it before but its got a name God came along and took the best thing I had away My love And left me with nothing I see clichés all around me Im…
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Legacy
by louisjames86
I can hear every foot step, A pale consequence of movement, A collection of echoes that murmur like a breath. No one stands in unity. They obtain isolation in both journey and direction. It’s a wonder they don’t all clash with their faces…
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Ipswich
by Ben Driver
Beneath azure phosphorescent wrinkles Gently flounder with a peeking dorsal Your surfacing hide, O’ how it twinkles Ricochet mantras, searching for morsels But grease is deadly even in sprinkles As are those who feast and are…
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Ode to dolphins
by Sophie Dorrell
Dark grey gown of damask, trimmed with fur of stoat; a mantle of ermine, a crimson petticoat. Her lips, they trembled, as her head hit the floor. She finally discovered what her mouth was good for. Her sisterly love was stronger than no…
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Satirical…
by Sophie Dorrell
Dear mum, auntie, sister, wife, I know you’re not gone, not left, just free of strife Love was you, your smile, your touch, your face You’re  in my heart, my thoughts and still this place.  Silent but you’re heard, gone but you’re seen I…
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Dear mum,…
by emmanuel
So, you try and slash the ties The bonds connecting your body and mind. But they prove to be too much; those snake eyes. And soon, against your will you find that you are caught in the ties, in the web, in the net. That this spider woman has…
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Spider Woman
by frannn.
The man walked home from the pub one night, The streets were barren, not a person in sight. Alone he walked with thoughts of the day, Forever he worked; this was his one night of play. A simple man with a job; nine to five, And a flat…
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Justice?
by Ian Drake
Give me metal, Give me rock, But don’t you dare, Ever give me pop. The noise makes me mad Whenever it punishes my ears It’s never just bad It is one of my fears This ever spreading disease That destroys our futures minds With a message of…
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The death of music
by Ian Drake
Douche-bags make me angry, Douche-bags make me mad, When I see what happened to the human race, Douche-bags make me sad. I see them in their flat peaks, Their hoodie’s buttoned once, But then I see the ass low trousers, That make e’m…
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Douche-bag
by Ian Drake
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
by Michael
In our father’s house, Papers worth, Is that of forgiveness, Salt in the earth. To be left there, In sunken ground. Little movement, Little sound. Use your weight, To move the mound. Angel’s hair, Babies crown. Off your face…
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In Our…
by Tinny Buffnell
This scraped-together city, this salvage. Encircled by rubble walls, slices of glass and bits of brick and splintered wood. Streets and sidestreets entwined like a tangle of wires. Hollow buildings gripped between black-fingered…
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Battery Acid Earth
by Daisy Jones
4 am, crystal clear, she’s a girl who’s worth knowing, We’re all lost in a maze but she knows where she’s going. She’s an ember in time, man, like a queen of the moment, A light in the sky but without the atonement. Yet there’s a mark in…
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Four Fifteen
by Ellz
Clothes; so disgracefully strewn on the floor. But as you’re lying there covered in skin and sheet and you’re all wrapped up in your lovers arms, you fail to notice me standing at the door, watching you revel in your deceit. I should have…
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Clothes
by frannn.
Awe, Sway, Allure, Curves, Glamour. Unmistakably a woman? A feisty creature, in the corner, Glittering eyes and glossy lips, Glowing smile, sparkling teeth A sheet of hair, soft and silky, Unmistakably a…
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Awe
by frannn.
The streets whisper of long ago; The burnt-orange evening creates a sense, A sense of possibility. A cafe. Laughter. Cheap, but satisfying mojitos and food. Painted lips, dresses worn and re-worn; But never forgotten. Cigars below moustache…
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Havana
by frannn.
The sun shines on each of us, one at a time, And suddenly, without reason, the guilt reclines. I wasted days that I should have occupied, You fear the way that men change their minds. I made my decisions based on all that I knew, And…
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Intervention
by Tinny Buffnell
Stumbling in on your Garden of Eden, You, him – touching and embracing. Your eyes; closed. Your face; A vision of elation. I realise I have lost you. He was the apple… And you gave into temptation.
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A poem…
by frannn.
Get back my love, The flames could lick your face. I’ve been waiting. I would drag you out, Into the ocean to watch you battle the waves. My dear, sweet, stupid you. Fingering the darkness, I’ve been brave. I’ve seen it all and…
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The…
by Tinny Buffnell
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
by Michael
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…
by Michael
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
by Michael

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