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Sky As A Kite: rudyard
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Sky As A Kite. Just random scribblings, attempts at poetry, sort of journal writing and vauge etchings at fiction. Wednesday, 12 November 2008. There is a village. And through that village there is a road,. And off that road there is a track,. And by the track there is a path,. And up the path there is a lake,. And beside the lake there is a bench,. And on that bench there is a heart. That i gave to you. I don’t think you realised though. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). But some days,. In little ways,.
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Sky As A Kite: pancakes
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Sky As A Kite. Just random scribblings, attempts at poetry, sort of journal writing and vauge etchings at fiction. Wednesday, 12 November 2008. Tomorrow i may runaway,. To a far off place. With big leafy trees, and exotic fruits,. Orange spices and flea markets. Where the moon is swollen and the stars twinkle cheekily. Where the days last longer,. The sun, somehow warmer, kisses your face. Where the air fills each lonely gap in your lungs,. And the people laugh loudly and have beaming white toothy grins.
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Sky As A Kite: nothing but.
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Sky As A Kite. Just random scribblings, attempts at poetry, sort of journal writing and vauge etchings at fiction. Wednesday, 12 November 2008. I might change the world, you know. I yearn for freedom,. Without the constrains of:. I want to feel light,. Feel the wind in my hair,. Sand between my toes,. I want everything and nothing. I want nothing but. The pennies in my pocket,. The shoes on my feet,. The smile on my face,. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). But some days,. In little ways,.
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Sky As A Kite: down the drain
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Sky As A Kite. Just random scribblings, attempts at poetry, sort of journal writing and vauge etchings at fiction. Tuesday, 11 November 2008. I saw a dead man once. On the pavement, for a split second. I was in the car. If we’d turned the corner seconds earlier we would have seen him fall. It was in the moments before people rushed to the scene:. I wonder if he was actually dead, or dying, at that moment? I saw blood on the pavement. We did not stop. My day, my plans, did not change. You saw him fall.
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Sky As A Kite: part 2
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Sky As A Kite. Just random scribblings, attempts at poetry, sort of journal writing and vauge etchings at fiction. Wednesday, 12 November 2008. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). But some days,. In little ways,. Love seeps out in the things i say'. View my complete profile. Keep me updated please! Believe Your Inner Child. Five Pieces of Daily Happiness. Children, beach, sting, forgetting ella, grey's anatomy. For the sake of the story. The Story of a Girl. When All Is Said And Done.
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Sky As A Kite: november
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Sky As A Kite. Just random scribblings, attempts at poetry, sort of journal writing and vauge etchings at fiction. Saturday, 15 November 2008. I have never seen. The moon so bright,. Illuminating the moors,. Bathing each ditch and curve. In it's soft silvery light. I have never heard. The wind howl so loud,. That it seemed as though. In pain and in pity. I have never watched. The crisp golden leaves. Give themselves up so easily. And leave once again the. Wise, ancient bark. Naked and self concious.
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Sky As A Kite: fallen
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Sky As A Kite. Just random scribblings, attempts at poetry, sort of journal writing and vauge etchings at fiction. Sunday, 23 November 2008. I think that i am,. Slowly but surely,. The touch of your smooth, cool hand. The smoky smell of you,. There is more underneath it,. More to smell and sense. I cannot stop these lips from smiling. You make me delirious. Grinning from ear to ear,. Like some cheshire cat that. Our tender hand holding. In the shadows,. As the phone rings. And as this maddness seeps in,.
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Sky As A Kite: irresponsible
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Sky As A Kite. Just random scribblings, attempts at poetry, sort of journal writing and vauge etchings at fiction. Thursday, 13 November 2008. You asked me to share. And spill the guts and bloody,. Messy pulp of my soul. All over this space. The massacre of the innocent. Made me gasp for breath. And gave me nightmares. And then i went ahead. My body longs to donate itself,. 8216;better world’. That we are all screeching for. Is not to be jeered and pointed at. Are not for your kicking. But some days,.
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Sky As A Kite: the dark end
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Sky As A Kite. Just random scribblings, attempts at poetry, sort of journal writing and vauge etchings at fiction. Sunday, 16 November 2008. There is no fight left in me. My days are numbered. The clock is ticking. My head is spinning. I have a life for now,. I will do what i want with it. End it if i chose. And who would miss. The pale skin and eyes. There is no laughter here. Care free and young are for somebody else. I am not gifted or lucky. The hard slog has been too much for me. To pull me in.
