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Category Archives: 2nd Year – Poetry
The Greatest Battle Ever Told
I gathered the hills in wide handfuls, sculpting them to suit my purpose, arranging the opposing troops on either side of Glen Duvet. The hot sun hammered through the half shuttered window, catching the moats in the air between the … Continue reading
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Anecdotal Poetry
She phoned when I was with my friends and said her computer wasn’t working. I was to go round right away and fix it, tearing me away from my social life. I got on my bike and made my way, … Continue reading
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What a rush – Tutorial activity
The illicit substance flows through my veins and I feel the kick once again. My heart beats not faster or slower but my perception of time seems to fade. I remember when I was young and things were different; my … Continue reading
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Dream
Leave my dreams be. Leave them to me. They are not yours. They are mine. My dreams are not commodities. My hopes are not shares. My life is not a product. Take your baseless desire for self gratification somewhere else. … Continue reading
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Cold Games of Rainy Chess
So I shall play this game. Board set. Pieces placed precariously. The outcome is uncertain. Dice, cards and knuckle bones left bouncing to the fates. Defend yourself! And so you do. Neatly done. The icy hands of indecision claw at … Continue reading
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Tagged Chess, Creativity, Games, Napier 2nd Year, Poetry, Shower, Water
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Additional Keats Stanza
O thou shall! And thou shalt not! The grey , still darker, harkens forward. Giants mimicry of persistent turmoil. The light, dimming of noises unheard. Unseen by gulls that so devour. Minds collapsed in tunnels of progression. Thou shall read … Continue reading
A Lone Magpie
A lone magpie perched In the centre of oncoming traffic, Picking through the remnants of her late mate lost. Sifting through the splattered carcass, searching for something delicious.
The lights and the trees
You were the best in us Embraces never forgotten You were the best in us A Light in the wild Clearing in the trees Eyes that saw only what could be You were blind to limitations You were a cure … Continue reading
Existing in the Moment
The stretch of earth, sky and mountains makes me feel both free and trapped as the infinity of nature consumes me. I am both immersed in my surroundings and also completely free to the openness of space, lost. But soon … Continue reading
an honest verse of longing or a simple song of hope
trees towards the sky branches broken by age over leaves fallen no longer reaching new home on earth and to remain
The Souvenir
A whole collection of key rings from her travels: Objects to look upon and reminisce about the journeys she had experienced. To places reached by planes skilfully manoeuvred by two people; To places where hot, humid air or cold winds … Continue reading
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Pictish Stone
When the day is gold and all around, Comes a roaring gale upon the skies, The pines shall lift the weary ground, And howl and blister in their rise. Beyond the wood there stands a stone, For which no language … Continue reading
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When the Bow Breaks
To quicken but never birth Leaving us like a pregnant pause. Hera waits, whispering an ever ending lullaby. The bow that breaks shall never fall, Baby hangs, waiting for the thrill of the drop. Arms wide Abeona weeps for a … Continue reading
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Ross Young
As I watch keenly, these two Kings join the ranks of the Roman Gladiators, Courting one another, evenly matched. Blow after blow they trade. Lunge, parry, strike, deflect. No love lost between these rivals. Muscle and grace and speed and … Continue reading
Interupt – Shaun Milne
I strive onwards in a dazy haze
Hair Cut
Her mane is bedraggled, it is in a sorry state. The last hairdresser in control, had left it too late. It troubles her greatly the state of her hair, she got herself a new stylist – one she thought would … Continue reading
Between the sheets
I wasn’t sure if we were still doing this over the summer, but I decided I might as well share something so you know I haven’t forgotten… Between the Sheets I’m yours; words spoken in vulnerability. Darkness protects paralysing fear … Continue reading
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About Our Mice
(this wasn’t any thing serious, it was mere procrastination, enjoy. ) The mice are coming, in the walls, scratching. Coming for me. Coming for you. Coming for all of us – nothing we can do. The mice are coming. The … Continue reading
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10-02-11
don’t sit with your mouth agape and stare. let him look down your top passing by – by accident (oh my god, what rubbish, how humiliating) look him right in the eye. smile. don’t beam like a fool. put your … Continue reading
Eyes Looking Back
Eyes Looking Back A picture in the folds, Long since forgotten Pain and guilt and remorse, Come cutting back again Those big brown eyes Just like a burning brand, Cleave me to my core I’m sorry for it all A … Continue reading
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Tagged breakup, eyes, guilt, heartbreak, pain, Poetry, regret, whiskey
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