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the year 300
        sweet fire sing
            to a primeval moon
                made of
              and all that is to be-
            of our dreamers and dancers,
            when earth has not yet fully
            unfurled. Can you
          feel a melody lift over the wilds,
                          through the spring fields,
                          through rivers and oceans,
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the dust never settles
                   the dust never settles
                  in these
                 always drifting, shifting;
           scattered by the wind
          searching for a place
                   to call
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think back, my dear
Think back, my dear;
can you remember,
remember the sprawling fields of years ago?
The gentle hums of farm vehicles as they roll on by
through sweet summer lanes        
                         and white fences long gone.
Do you remember the untroubled laughter of the river
and the songs she sang along with the birds?
                         among the hares and the youngest deer, their noses twitching,
                         warming the morning air with their breath,
and, oh, the ivy curling its way around tall resplendent pillars like tendrils reaching for the sky- whereupon shone an equally loving sun, turning all it touched to gold?
Well now the bulldozers have moved in, the people and the bustling roads of pavement (never just soft dirt, no), the veranda looks forlor
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           i want it to taste like
                     dew on the spider-webs of six in the morning,
                   weathered wood, our breath fogging up
                     red-leafed air.
                   the blush of an apple in the autumn.
                   wet roads, windscreens.
          you and me,
          mugs of tea on a long country road.
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the sun set early
              the sun fights its way through a heavy blanket
                    of fog-soldiers weary, hanging,
                 makes the valley look like the dust settles
                  over the saigon of '62.
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in maths
you know,
at first i drew her pretty,
like you said.
i drew her with eager eyes and
a dentist's dream smile,
and her eyebrows perfectly
but she didn't looked complete.
and, you know,
the more i fixed the lines i made,
the more i erased,
the more i tried to make her
look like a daydream-
her eyes turned dark
and her lips sharpened.
- the more she turned into something
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a boy before
                he tried his best
                        to kiss
               the sallow of my
                        the graze on my arm
                       and the bruise
                                  on my thigh,
                                      but i guess i couldn't mention
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"so yeah. we hired a van,
packed our bags and drove down south,"
he said. "me, jasper, ryan, uh, that gang,
about eight, nine of us,
got down to donnybrook and this motorbike came along
and just,"
he motioned with his hands-
"crashed straight into the windshield."
sophie flinched. "what?"
"well yeah. anyways,
none of us were hurt,
i don't even know how that happened,
and that guy just stares at us all
disoriented like,
he glances across and her eyes flick
back at him,
and he swallows.
the ground was muddy beneath his feet-
it had rained for the first time in months
that thursday. "and he's sitting there next
to his motorbike,
just fucking sitting there and
he's laughing his head off,"
he turns, watches her again-
how could he not?- and he caught
her lips hanging
a millimetre between them,
a perfect
the light shifted.
and for a moment she stared back unashamedly,
and he could feel his heart
in his fingers,
if he could give it to h
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there breathes a man
             back when they were in high school,
                   cody caught the bus
                         further than anyone else,
                    to a line of run-down tenements
                    running the base of the hills like ants.
                    it was the autumn of twenty-sixteen
                       when he plucked up the courage to take her home.
                  he held her hand tight as they got off the seventy-one c,
                                    the only
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curtains, candles
cold hands
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an american love
a life in twenty days
and i keep thinking of streetlights, manhattan and apartments,
and this world that brought us so close,
so close i cradled your heart
in these cold-bare arms
and it thawed the winter away.
this love is like a slow dance,
warm and sweet and soft,
the last of the evening when the stars are
so low in the sky,
they send you straight to sleep.
whenever i think of you,
i can't imagine us in this red country,
this stricken country which we call home,
keeping company with
the loneliest nights that man could find
because, darling,
you are my home.
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how english
this little town,
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             your voice is a half-broken radio signal,
                                   a poem part formed.
                    sitting on a single bed and
                        your sentences,
                they slide off at the ends
                                and soar into thinness and
                                   you let them drift away,
                    hoping she'll grasp your voice,
                hoping she'll understand.
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Winter II
             a lake fringed by bluebells in the deep of winter,
               frost carvings around the flowers, ice sculptures in the woods.
           animal tracks set in ice-encrusted snow.
                    a lake, young surface, yet with lightning-struck fractures,
              frost-bitten fingers that intertwine, clandestine,
                                                animal claws scrabble for air.
              winter sets all to sleep, some with a song,
                 some without warning, a storm in dark woods,
               snow as a blanke
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HaikuWriMo- Feb 2014
Day One
I keep books: words
that never fail to make me
Day Two
Fresh autumn leaf-piles,
dancing breezes sweep cotton clouds.
Hear the young one's joy.
Day Three
In these corridors,
memories crowd my unused ears.
I have never left.
Day Four
December schooldays
and walks down that old scorched road,
a stream of worn shoes;
If we try and leave them, they
won't be easily forgotten.
Day Five
The wilted grass stirs
when winter sends its rain- try,
keep this in your mind.
Day Six
Stately rivers run,
bending, shifting over time-
and we must shift, too.
Day Seven
Sir, we never came
to talk about bitter ends.
We always march on.
Day Eight
Early morning sun
warms voices wafting through halls-
this school brought to life.
Day Nine
New day, a stone's throw
to a silent horizon,
beyond resting hills.
Day Ten
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A Nonet of November
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MouseMaster42 Featured By Owner Nov 1, 2014  Student Digital Artist
Thanks for the fav! :iconglomp2plz: Hope this year is going well for you
KyaniteArcher Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Not particularly, but this year shows a lot of promise! Is college going well for you?
SilverInkblot Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the faves :)
Tyrison Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2014  Student Writer
A belated thank-you for the collect!
TabbyxthexCat Featured By Owner Jun 29, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the favorite. It was ages ago, but I haven't been on in a while.
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