Now, I’m not mental. Are you meant to be mean to me? Meet me, disgruntle me Meant to strangle me I’m not mental Have you met me? Laying the bricks of my perishing Pair to be mean to me Have me minced. To be me nice to me? No — don’t vandalise me Don’t jump … Continue reading I’m Not Mental
Snippets of Me
You're keeping me old. Sad. Saggy. And blunt. You’re stealing my bold… mad, soggy, and blunt days when I’m gone. And who said all I know is pain? Who decided all I had was rain? Why can’t I get off on some warmth? Why can’t I exude more than just bone? Why did my life … Continue reading Snippets of Me
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Echoes
I’m not yours anymore. You can’t hurt me anymore. I’m all yours evermore… Never lost, always just more… Gone, today’s done. Dome of your pain and sorrow Stone and seal undone, your head on my pillow. As stars flicker high above, your voice erodes my hollow bode As the sun shines up and low, your … Continue reading Echoes
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Two Sides To Every Story…
I fail to find myself in you. My mouth is sad, my eyes are dim… what once was light, now’s dark and distant gleam. I pour my heart and soul onto you, but all I get back is a Wow! A distant hymn of pain… and bow! The scene is dark, the curtains stark, the … Continue reading Two Sides To Every Story…
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Save your madness for another beach
Remember our last visit to the beach, it was such cold wind, we decided to stay in the car. I always considered myself lucky in general. If something goes tits up, it's mainly because of my dizziness and my inability to concentrate on any serious matter. I consider myself lucky for meeting you, and to … Continue reading Save your madness for another beach
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thank you for the music
this was part of my life at some point
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My mental breakdown
It follows. even after you think you've been through the worst part. It's there and it won't leave, because it knows you can't let go. So many memories have made you who you are now, and you feel if you forget, you will forget who you are. It is important to know who I am, … Continue reading My mental breakdown
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The Dear – My Dear
What many of you won't understand, is what exactly the Dear is. And I guess it's normal. It's not very common for a valley/ravine to carry such a name. But you see, in my perfect little world, it does! This is the place where a lot of my stories took place. It is the place … Continue reading The Dear – My Dear
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The Deer
The other day I got asked: "Who are you, Deer?" and I promised I would reply. I promised I would reply with a story, so here goes nothing! The Deer is not a someone, is not a something, is not a memory, is not a dream. The Deer is a feeling. That warm, familiar, sweet … Continue reading The Deer
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Foy
"We write to taste life twice" Fleabag.
Concrete Mess 
