Hanging On By My Fingertips.

I am holding on by my fingertips.

I feel it slipping away but I cannot stop it.

I am encaged by the darkness I live in.

Our relationship is just about surviving.

I am rejecting, hurting slowly pushing it away.

Bringing nearer be inevitable day.

I can clearly see what I am doing.

A good thing, bit by bit I am destroying.

I am cr...

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A sequel to Walking Down To The Lake

There she is, a former glow 
that once filled a room the moment 
she granted it with her presence, 
a memory of what used to be.

The frigid air blowing through the trees 
on this winter night reminds us 
that the warmth we used to know 
left us long ago.

What would it take 
but a grasp of her hand, 
an inviting smile, a long embrace 
to shake ...

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Pam's very nice so far as she goes

The kind of looks I usually admire

A few quid in the bank is a help

Yet she doesn't set my heart on fire

Nancy on the other hand is poor

She's no Monroe or Lana Turner

More a down-market Bette Davis

A plain Jane, and a bit of a yearner

Just how do you weigh up women?

What should go into the scales?

Why can't I be spontaneou...

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After I lost you,
If I stop
You to adore
Or begin you to abhor,
I never loved
You before.

Even if I am aware
You are no longer mine
I will take that fine.
Exchanging with you
A greeting
By itself is a
Nice thing.

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{She's Shy} 

She's always been shy 

She's always

been tossed away

because of her

shyness 

She's always

been hiding from

the surrounding

world around her

because of shyness 

She's always been

unseen, unnoticed,

unheard of because

 of bad case of

shyness 

She wishes that

her shyness would

disappear one day

so she will be adored

by...

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As the illusion shatters around me

As the dust melts away into reality, I realise

I realise like everytime before, this wasn't real 

Everything you said to me wasn't real 

Everything I felt was real

Every moment we shared I managed to translate incorrectly 

Each look misjudged 

Each smirk misread 

Each nudge misinterpretated 

'I never liked you' 

'I never li...

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I can smell her on you
I can see her in the wrinkles of your shirt
I can feel her on your skin 

I want you to love me like her
I want you to look at me like that
I want you to feel that way about me

You don't love me
You don't see me
You don't want me 

You say I am too much
You say I am not enough
You say I am not her

We won't work
We don't belong together
We aren't anything

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to return to that place, I say not, but only

to find what was once lost

to fix the broken part of me..broken

to make what never was

to pull down the shade screens formed

to blind the penitent to newly ordered crimes

and forever fix this rift between the fixers and I.

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A flower
Caught in the muddy waters of life
Spiralling in a whirlpool of tenacity
Plucked and discarded
To continue its journey alone  

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Had a bad dream last night.
Our eyes met,
from you a half-smile, then
we joshed and jostled for a while,
a chaste but tender intimacy,
dissolved into nothing
by the cold night, and
with the soft snoring beside me
came back the bitter memory
of that final cruel put down.
 

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Natural Selection

Outbound

I look at them

they look at me

through glassy eyes

that never see

we’ve shared this carriage

many years

never sharing

hopes or fears

I swiftly pass

the guarded gate

and check my watch

in case I’m late

despite producing

dog-eared ticket

the blank faced guardsman

doesn’t click it

I side ...

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The Cause Celebre.

I felt it was fait accompli

that I would make a faux pas.

There would be something I didn’t see

and I would become her bête noire.

But I thought - Oh well – c’est la vie,

I had missed that je ne sais quoi

 ‘You never talk French to me!”

- her barbed coup de grace.

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BLACK WIDOW

The air is chilled,

the night has eyes

that watch the lovers

in the shadows.

Uncertainty

in sinful eyes,

that hold the fear

where no-one goes.

A prowling man-trap,

scented breath,

arrogance

to hold her own

in crowded rooms

that smell of death,

when you're singled out

and on your own.

Black Widow comes

...

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'

I may not be

your cup of tea

but I am your

bottle of rum --

most definitely...

so ease up that grip:

Stop strangling my neck.   

Let My liquid conflagration

scorch your lying condescension 

again and again and again.... without fail.   

If you but remember to be true  

to what lurks deep within you

I will assail your do...

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Star

Diamonds strewn across black velvet sky

Starfish scattered along the shore

Star shaped maple leaves flutter and fly

Star flakes of snow in the winter's roar

I miss you so much wherever you are

All I ever wanted was to be your

Star

Photography by Lisa Milligan

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