Think about it, there must be higher love Down in the heart or hidden in the stars above Without it, life is a wasted time Look inside your heart, I'll look inside mine.

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Writing Under The Influence

I often write drunk. Actually, I’ve written most of my poems about drinking while I was drunk. Makes sense I suppose, you really are writing... Read more »
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I Don’t Want To Be A Writer

I came to this strange and insane conclusion the other day. I don’t want to be a writer. I am a writer. To me, at first, it sounded like a... Read more »
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The Chop

This poem was originally three stanzas long. Twenty-four lines in total. I realised, a few minutes after writing if how mnay words I’d waste... Read more »
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Wish I Was There

Coconuts and car hire, I heard you’ve got a little vacation planned, hot sun shine and burning sand, cocktails and waitresses, I know how th... Read more »
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Everyday Is Monday

Tell me about Monday, was it any different, in any way, to yesterday, Crushing panic and crashing cars, rush hour traffic and rushing blood.... Read more »
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I Don’t Cry

I find my eyes burn and what I see clouded hazed behind glass black rims and scratches no wonder I can’t see. I find that I loathe to cry y... Read more »
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Comets

Comets never fall only fly, and we watch them shoot across our sky. Minute moments for stars and ice but not for us. The pull of the univer... Read more »
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Miracles

There are no wounds that can’t be healed by time and bandages, but you emotions can remain scattered until the very end of their existence. ... Read more »
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Your Faith

I see God in the clouds but I don’t believe, and I see more life in the sky than I do on the ground. I suppose there is a truth to be found... Read more »
 
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