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Vagabond.
I cant remember the first time it happened, or the last ( Read more... ) -
Clancy
My cat died
and everybody cried
Everybody sighed,
oh mothers lies;
"The cat will be fine,
he'll live sublime"-
But it was his time,
He was not fine.
Nobody spoke.
We're all choked,
Not talking folk?-
Yes, since the yolk.
Another blow,
We will grow,
Apart
you know-
our hearts are low. -
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only would my mother choose a hair cut over a dying uncle -
(Untitled)
my parents..
rui ned
my
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What if?
I can't help but think- what if?
What if I spent the destructive energy I expel on productive things.
Then we'd all be bloody Einstein's, wouldnt we?
There are too many distractions in this world. And some more sinister than I think we realise. -
Writer's Block: RIP Michael Jackson
Stranger in moscow...
Although this often changes.
I've been fortunate enough to dance to Michael Jackson as my teacher was a huge fan. He really changed jazz dance as we know it...
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the guy with the red scarf and black cape
There is too much to learn in this world;
And I fear I will never know-
Or have the courage-
to seek
For it
all. -
Oh!
Lately I have had such motivation to make things ( Read more... ) -
away from home
over here thunder strikes cackle like motorbikes
and rain reminds me of warm showers...
days roll into each other
and suck the unaware into rips.
I try to smile
but the sun stings me eyes-
still, thoughts
of you rise,
and dart like flies.