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Rusted railings are painted over and
eroded rocks stand guard, in a
futile resistance to oppose the timely lashings of surf.
Coward-dressed mannequin, ever present,
keeps the gates to our castle.
Gargoyle-encased CCTV coloured a sultry blue.
The fort's façade turned many eyes, I saw
a snapshot from a borrowed camera.
Taken from afar, the edges are smoothed over.
A hawk encircles the courtyard, shrieking our song,
echoing a thousand unsaid words.
It wears a dentists' mask.
Our grimacing gardener wears a silver-sequinned glove.
He smoothes plaster over the crack filled walls
and tends to the ivy snaking from over the parapet of Juliet's balcony.
In the grounds, a child's kite lies tangled in a decaying tree
overhanging a dried out pond, as dormant as the broken bell,
witnessing this, a perfect crime.
eroded rocks stand guard, in a
futile resistance to oppose the timely lashings of surf.
Coward-dressed mannequin, ever present,
keeps the gates to our castle.
Gargoyle-encased CCTV coloured a sultry blue.
The fort's façade turned many eyes, I saw
a snapshot from a borrowed camera.
Taken from afar, the edges are smoothed over.
A hawk encircles the courtyard, shrieking our song,
echoing a thousand unsaid words.
It wears a dentists' mask.
Our grimacing gardener wears a silver-sequinned glove.
He smoothes plaster over the crack filled walls
and tends to the ivy snaking from over the parapet of Juliet's balcony.
In the grounds, a child's kite lies tangled in a decaying tree
overhanging a dried out pond, as dormant as the broken bell,
witnessing this, a perfect crime.
Literature
The writer in me
To put into words who I am
is to define a protocol, a set of rules.
I am everything, yet unique.
I am all opposites put into one:
body, brain, heart.
I:
think feel dream
obey listen contradict
write talk capture.
You:
a living thing, an object
the deep blue sea, a quarry.
It's part of me, my inspiration.
What I write is what I see
What I write is what I feel
What I write is from the writer in me.
Literature
broken-12345
BROKEN
hearts have been broken- lives have been changed,
if fate is inevitable then its all prearranged.
when two come together and two go apart,
one's hearts always broken then forced to restart.
emptiness will leave you alone in the end,
your losing your partner your lover your friend.
dreams wash away like the sand on a beach,
distant stars you once held are all out of reach.
the future you glimpsed in her eyes was a lie,
the forever you seen was forever goodbye.
winds from the past roll in bitterly cold,
your hopes are a lie that a sinner has told.
a moon shows no feeling- the sun shows no fear,
this world wont stop s
Literature
For Sale
I'll sell you my heart sir, I hear they're going quite cheaply
and its not badly broken, not really;
With just a little mending I bet you could fix it
and to make the perfect deal I'll throw in some
veins to help it beat strong, and some lungs, maybe my tongue..
Oh honey what's wrong? No tongue? Okay, I guess I'll take that,
wouldn't want a heart that could talk back
now do you?
What about some bones for your dog to chew?
Would you like a femur? Or a funny bone?
Or perhaps my ears, they aren't too far gone.
You could probably hear the ocean if you listen to them.
Here's your bag, sir, look. All wrapped up and ready to go
and I a
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A lot of references in here to aspects of my life. It's a bit depressing A twist to the "It's better to have loved and lost, than to have never have loved at all" challenge from a group whose name I've forgotten.
What do you think?
What do you think?
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I can definitely relate...
but I don't think it's depressing dear...
but I don't think it's depressing dear...