Pages of Yesterday

My private thoughts, odes and bits of inspiration. I hope you take the time and enjoy reading them.

Sunday, 30 October 2011

A solitary life

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I stand alone graced with a dress of steel beams propped, holding me up face exposed to the elements no blush ever graces my cheeks m...
Saturday, 29 October 2011

The young Hero

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The smell of death is in the air pervading every pore yet in the guts of the young gallant brave a burst of excitement grows the moon refle...
Tuesday, 25 October 2011

The letter A

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I knew your name many years ago, it began with an A, capital A, proud and strong sphere like A- like Angel, Amelia, yet it wasn'...

An ode

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Fallen reverent angel never callous endless sight calm opponent Cancerous revelry insolent selfish poignant order Why?

Precious heart

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Precious heart that pains I keep in a big black box, when days are dark and haunting, latched, chained, hidden it stays. Precious h...

The equlibrium that was

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Wild life wild hair wild winds- rage tempers rage when life throws a curve ball, messes up the equilibrium that was, and no longer exists- ...

Freedom feels like this

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I am home, in a cell four walls, caving in roof, closing in life, closing down in a cell that leaves me gasping for  breath leaves me gulpi...
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