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It's the fire we letburn; we let it feed onour holy scriptures, our guidingwords It's the devil's tongue,red and wretched, that singsto our inner desp..
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Just give it a read.
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A short poem exploring the conflict between wanting to make the most of the modern/digital world whilst wanting to maintain a degree of privacy and au..
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With eyeslike bayonetsYou butchermy heartYou renderit a bloodymass,of tissueFleshAgainBeating barely,on the floorSo that Imay sinklowerthan beforeAnd ..
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A youthful preoccupationwith foreverTender hearts longingfor happy endingsAn adolescence insuspended animationSurviving fragmentsstill hopefulYet to b..
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To find redemption, in a cross,that's lostStand in that spacious buildingand believe, for a momentIt isn't emptySee a pure, white light filter inand k..
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Tossed upon the Earth,we grew, as weeds growAt the expense of something;to the detriment of somethingAnd whatever beautywe did produce, it wasquite re..
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A poem which, hopefully, will resonate with anyone wanting something more than an unremarkable existence.
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A poem about the corruption of the artistic process.
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A poem about a passion for reading.
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