Riddles
Status: Mum died today, aged 55, heartbroken, feel like my eyes are the heavens, and they've opened full on.
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Christmas has come and almost gone, but what would normally be a good day - good food, great laughs seems to have been such a horrid day for me. Lately, over the past few weeks me and food seem to...
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(Partially influenced by Stevie Smith's Not waving, but drowning). It feels weird to say this, but I came back on holiday recently. I've not felt so good in such a long time - but it seems that all...
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Sorry it's been a while peeps, I think I've finally reached the summit here. I got so low I didn't have the wherewithal to even come here. Things have been really bad for me over the past year... but...
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Well... went to the doctors today... he's going to write to a clinical psychologist, he's going to refer me to have my head shrunk... not sure how I feel, he didn't say I was definitely a nutter,...
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There's a time and a place to die... there's a time and a place to dieThere's a time and a place to die... there's a time and a place to dieThere's a time and a place to die... there's a time and a...
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So... recently I've been learning how to retrust people - the people in the world, away from here, seem more and more likely to just let you down. Just when I thought I'd met every unreliable person...
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I've always been one of the strong ones in this family, I've had to be. I've never been able to go to my mum (and definitely not my dad) - my mum doesn't have the strength. Everyone always expects me...
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I wasn't feeling too good when I wrote this, as you can tell... but this is the first draft of my poem:Fate A sliver of blade slicesA shimmer of solitary sinew,Crimson diamonds trail the airThe air...
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After 17 years, I'm now in contact with the other side of my family. My cousin Michael contacted me via facebook and it seems to be filling the hole that was half of my heart. It's been such a long...
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Your fingers gently wrap around the searing edgesThe gaps opening in the once whole urnLooking in on life and love, hoping it was your turnBut it fractured, smashed by wayward handsAnd feet, watched...
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Pushing my fingers into the bowlKneading the thick dough The pulsing ingredients emanate negativityAngry throes painfully squash the diminutive plasticineThe yellow moulds rise, a miniature vacuum...
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A sharp corner shatters the still silenceThe surface trembles and jerksFalling away, out from shockThe tears loosen the glueAll falling down - open to viewThe masked morsel of identity...
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The fine tendrils taut, tearing at open woundsDangling, threads frayed and moods staid The vines wind, like a python squashing the life,The love and hope out of the moment The network strands like...
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I wasn't feeling too good when I wrote this, as you can tell... but this is the first draft of my poem:Fate A sliver of blade slicesA shimmer of solitary sinew,Crimson diamonds trail the airThe air...
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After 17 years, I'm now in contact with the other side of my family. My cousin Michael contacted me via facebook and it seems to be filling the hole that was half of my heart. It's been such a long...
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