Clean upNow I've moved all my old poetry to scraps, the stuf I wrote before I got serious, so you can still read it. I just think its bollocks.
I hope you enjoy the new stuff
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To my SwanRipples spread from where I have been. They are calm, drift so aimlessly; like me. No speed or haste. My feathers are flawless: white is the true colour of death. I glide silently over the dancing fish below. You were my head. You are my heart – swan: with sorrow in my eyes. A cool breeze ripples my coat, it doesn’t give me shivers like you. The last thing you said was, “the pain outweighs the smiling.” then you took to the sky. Now I follow ducks.To my Swan
by ~Caffine13
BlackberriesI remember your wrinkled hands - dodging about, avoiding the thorns, like cars in and out of traffic; ready to pick me the very best.Blackberries
There were days we froze them - the fruits of our labour; ready for my strange experiments I subjected your kitchen too.
Her; the love you lost too soon - we were partners - though sixty years apart. We’d steal them from your garden. When she flew, I carried on.
You knew when I’d been pinching them. My seven-year-old feet sneaking out the back door. My stained fingers always gave me away. &nb
by ~Caffine13
Rear View MirrorOur last car ride together - you glance back at me in your mirror. Although I can’t see your mouth I know you are smiling. Catching a gaze; your eyes alive and teasing as if sharing a private joke neither of us got. We linger, then your eyes flick back to the road ahead.Rear View Mirror
by ~Caffine13
How to make conversationIt starts with ‘hello’ - a joke to release tension - then enquiries into health, ‘What have you been doing recently?’ We’ll skim over politics, current affairs and come to who’s sleeping with whom where we linger. A lengthy discussion of music and film is a necessity. When we start to run out of things to say it’ll come down to food, perhaps holidays we took years ago, a trivial event that made us laugh, ‘Do you remember the time?’ and if all else fails we’ll talk about the weather.How to make conversation
by ~Caffine13
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You back up here yet?
Hows everything going anyway?
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Everything is great. Have written loads! Trying to get my stuff published though which prevents me from being able to post it up on here, which is a shame. How about you?
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"Poetry is a zoo in which you keep demons and angels"
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The stars..
they know whom I love..
He was written there..
An age ago..
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Full version of poem: [link]
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no act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted
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Nature is above us all
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[All Time Peace]
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It's not a matter of wether or not i can, it's a matter of wether or not it is worth it.
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Humility is more important than intelligence; a brilliant bastard does more damage than a kind fool.
The inside of my head is a movie theater, and the popcorn never runs out. Come on in, I've got candy.
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