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One of my favorite and raw childhood memories
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Weird feeling, innit?
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Wrote this with my girlfriend in mind. Trying to get back into writing.
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Written for one of my actors i am directing in Mr Marmalade
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a TYA play about Cupid losing his faith in love. Written for the theatre company i am a part of, Wolfpack Childrens Theatre Co.
public domain now t..
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After all of these months and years
It finally occurred to me
It isn’t a game, or an emotion
Nor a state of mind
Not a thing of beauty
Or ..
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A stale scent of medical supplies
permeates the emotionally dampened room
sullen faces, in a crowd of sorrow, regret
these faces, stricken with ..
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I don’t sleepthoughts weigh more on methan the haunting in dreamslostcaught in hazeflameless heat, a silent blazetongue in my earthoughts, like ..
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The sun burns the back
furious; rebelling against father, God
b*****d son, shunned
cast out of heaven
and blocked by both clouds and night
so he..
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I went down to the stream
where my father went to dream
about love for my mother
and the lust of another
the stream divides in two
and the choi..
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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