Monday, November 29, 2010

Past meets Present.

Confusion causes pain.
So I sit here again trying to make sense of it all.
Past will merge with present and the future will be determined.
One way or another.
So many questions, thoughts, feelings.
So many.

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Saturday, November 27, 2010

My Nigerian Fairy...

Sprinkled a little happiness my way...
Made me smile... A lot.
I'm thankful

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Thursday, November 25, 2010


Sometimes the most beautiful people turn out to be the most ugly.

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"You keep me safe through the storms of doubt and frustration that periodically crash into my soul"

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Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Thank you xxx

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One sided friendships.
Unrequited Love.
Being overwight.
Not working for myself.
Bitchy people at work.
“That” time of the month.
Having a cold.
Judgemental people.
Not feeling safe enough to be weak for a while.
Other poets that try and knock you off of your throne when you didn’t even realise that you were sitting on one in the first place.
Not having any peace and quiet.
Wanting a hug and a kiss when you wont get it.

Did Chipmunk used to be an S Club Junior?

Friday, November 19, 2010

Moment of clarity.

I explain my predicament and am met with silence.
No offer of assistance or good will.
Just silence.
I don't want it to, but my mind flutters back to reverse situations.
Times I have stood where you now stand and without giving it a second glance placed my outstretched hand around you or slipped my open palm in yours and did what I could to ease the discomfort.
So now to ease my discomfort I tell you to go it alone.
Left disappointed because I did not want to believe what others said but it would appear that you have left me with no choice.

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*no need for words*

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Square Pie... The way forward...

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Monday, November 8, 2010

I am (unfinished)

I am expression waiting to fall into your empty minds and soul-less eyes.
Bringing light to the once dark crevices of uncertainty.
Thinking maybe you have heard the last of me but I echo through your thoughts long after I have left the stage.
Interlinking with the fibres of your tomorrow and subliminally changing the way you live your life.
I use free verse and free write.
Words etched into my soul like everyone of the tattoos that I own.
They are a part of me and will remain so until long after I am gone. Reverberating through history until they have fulfilled whichever destiny laid out for them.

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