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I Was A Bad Mother To My Inner Child
She used to watch the moon from her dimly lit bedroom window,pretending to sleep,trying to keep her stories in order,so that she wouldn’t slip on the shame of her real reflection. The moon knew the truth,sending her to sleep with her soothing stare,the way her own mother would,if she had been given the chance.The girl…
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Songbook
I bought a ticket to the world,but I was too sick to fly when the day finally came,so, back home I strode,sleeping in the shadow on my sentimental expectations for us. I pleaded “Girl, don’t make me wait too long”longing for you,lounging in my lace robe,atop an empty bed,holding the empty whisky bottles to my…
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The Council Put The Lights Up Early As A Treat
A ghost town comes to life,strings of shining lights spring up along her skeleton,and the chill of winter is suddenly warm.Windows are full of wishes,reflecting your pinched, pink cheeks,you and your youthful smile can ignore the date,because it’s been one hell of a year,and Christmas is in the air,welcome and wistful.
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It’s All Well And Good To Post A Poem On Remembrance Day, But…
Can we remember,if we make the same mistakes,as if they are new? Can they be honoured,if we walk dusty, dark paths,without recalling? Can we remember,if the past plays out the same,the second time round? Can they be honoured,if they sleep on violent streets,that never learned peace? Can we remember,if life goes on, after war,when the…
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Far Across
A simple kiss, as we rejoin the land of the living,soft girls, with soft lips,gently colliding as the alarm clock radio softly sings. Today,I think we’ll watch her favourite film,several hours of torture and boredom,that will lead to a sweet smile upon her face as I wake up from my nap inside of her arms.…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 