Holy Shit About 16 years ago, I wrote this piece and i never thought anything of it but it kinda got me into the whole writing mood. When i first was convinced to start this place, i tried to find it and wasn’t able to do so, so i ended up re-writing it which i […]
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Short and reassuring….part 52….
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And they all lived happily ever after . Doctor: Hey I have some good news We were fortunate to find a doner overnight. We took your son straight in to operate The operation was a success Your little boy is going to make it He’s going to lead a healthy and normal life Congratulations oh, […]
Short and to the point….part 51…
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Wide Open . You know what I want from you, what I really want? …. ok….fuck it.. I’ll tell you …. I just……I just want to have enough faith in you So I can finally be brave enough To show my true self to someone To take a blind leap of faith Into this unknown entity you called […]
Short and deployed to the furthest corners of the night…..part 50…..
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Sleepwalker . Sean: So tell me all about this dream then? Clive: Alright, let me quickly try and set the picture … So it’s late and I’m walking somewhere, it’s also raining. It wasn’t that heavy type rain, it was just a trickle but definitely enough to make you notice it. . . I don’t […]
Short and awaiting further orders…. part 49
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Don’t beat yourself up The night draws long With no sign of song, No hope to hear me roar! Be still my Drum, Your time will come And your beats Will magically soar!!! . ____ Enjoyed this? Fancy another? <—— PREVIOUS SHORT NEXT SHORT————->
Short and engraved in my memories… part 48 …
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DRILLED INTO YOUR BONES . They taught me I had potential They taught me I had options They taught me I had purpose They taught me I could make a difference They taught me I was wanted . They taught me how to get up early They taught me how to be tidy and organised […]
Short and blinded by trinkets….part 47…
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Seek and you will Find that you are Blind . Gabriel Thorne, the third The world’s most famous adventurer, Believed he had already retrieved, All of the world’s greatest remaining treasures, When rumours of a final lost treasure, Soon came ringing in his ear. He traced this back to an old man, The last believed […]
Short and all aboard…part 46…
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This piece is 99% true. The rest is just wishful thinking venting… . Omnibus Blues with Omnibus Queues.. Every Monday morning like clockwork, I board the 8.00 bus to work And every morning, like Groundhog day, I am greeted by the same bus driver . . And like a well rehearsed theatre production on Broadway, […]
Short and socially reponsible…Part 45….
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This is what really gets me… As a life long comic reader, everyone thinks that a hero has to be someone with powers dressed up in a bright costume, wearing a cape and catching bad guys but this isn’t the case. . Heroes come in all shapes and sizes and they don’t need superpowers, sometimes […]
Short and daydreamy…part….44…
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Si… (The french for ‘If’) . If I was a Bird, I would be the greatest bird of all. My wings at full stretch would span the horizon and eclipse the sun above. I would soar to the highest heights and drift over all the lands and seas. I could glance at the world from […]
Short and rising…part 43…
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Curious George Jesus H. FuCKING KERiiiiiIiiIIIiiIIiist on a s@dDle-lEssSSS bike… That pretty little thing opposite is sooo damn fit, mmmm This is the third time this week she has sat infront of me on my commuter train Not normally attracted to the ginger geek look But there’s no denying she’s got a cracking rack, that’s for sure. […]
Short and retrospective of the daily grind…..part 42…
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The next stop on the Jubilee line is…Embankment . . I could never remember the face of my first true love Time has cast doubt over my spatial recollection But one fact could never escape me I could pinpoint her essence Throughout all time and space As effortlessly as the air I breathe. . 2 […]
Short with nautical blues… part 41…
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Immunity Elation’s waves crash against The shores of persecution Timid in size in comparison to The sheer geological resistance of despair These cliffs do not erode And have bore no scars with time They remain as they always have But that doesn’t hinder the spirit of the free sea As the tides of change Retreat […]