I can see you there,
Your head tilted slightly upwards,
Your hands are carelessly tucked into your pockets.
Your trainers and socks
Are tied neatly into your jeans.

Your shoulders are
Slightly hunched forward,
Which hints more than slightly
At the anger simmering within.
I can hear you screaming,
"I'm only 15!"

But in this moment, under the bus stop's sheltering grace,
I see more t...

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This belongs to everyone.

It belongs to everything.

It belongs to all who walked
Across it’s hills.

This belongs to all who told
You it would happen.
All who embrace the past
And laugh at the future.

This belongs to the dreamers,
To those who dare to believe
In a world where all are equal,
Where love and laughter will never cease.

This belongs to the warriors,
To those who f...

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I am a Jigsaw
With pieces that don’t fit
But squeezed in that tight
They accidentally snap.

I am a lake
Minus any water
Which has been scooped
Up in the air
Like ice cream
And dumped randomly
Two miles away.

I am a dream
Slipping on a beat
And a thread
That untangles
Into a storm.

I am like the
Beginning of the road
Swapped round
With the middle
Leaving you thinking
I am...

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Oxford Road train station
Asking me do I have
A spare cigarette
And I smiled ill at ease
And said
‘I don’t smoke’

He then asked do I
Have a spare can of Fosters
And I shook my head
Surprised slightly
Said sadly not.

He then asked did I
Have a
Tin of beans
And then asked
Did I have a spare silk tie
Both of which
I said I didn’t like beans
And I don’t have a tie.

With a nod,...

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The breeze blew my hair

Up in my face

And then tangled my

Bag in knots

Around my throat.

My sun-glasses kept

Falling off my nose

And my mobile

Kept falling through the

Hole in my coat pocket.

The sun was blinking

In and out behind the clouds

And in the background

I could see an elderly couple

Shouting and screaming at each other.

He was walking up and d...

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Contemplating now

stood outside that door

the past inside that room

is a portal as much as a relic

a repository of regret,

Closing what went before

into a profound revelation

a silent stronghold

changing everything

around you,

a ghost story minus a haunting

guarding its memories

preserving the essence

of a generation,

stood on the threshold

in the shado...

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Behind that door lies a moment in history
As a barrier between now and then
The door remains nailed shut.
As if were a guardian of a secret
Leaving you terrified of what lies beyond that,
Feeling the texture of its metal
Underneath my fingertips
With a slow, deliberate twist
Clicking softly in the shadows
As if a ghost still wants to break free,
Frozen across generations
Capturing the e...

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Slumbering within the icy heart of desire.

one soul consumes another

slumbering with the icy heart of desire

in the rain opposite your bus stop

echoing with the shadow of its end

as one gets on the bus leaving the other behind

a tantalizing dance around their quarry's essence.

their Heads bowed

their lives collide.

the hue of longing

against the ebony canvas of solitu...

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A vessel for the soul's voyage next
your life is a whisper of shadows
surrendering across floods of decades
heartbeats, ice rising up free, galaxies of years
silence, numbed by time
transcending forms incanting dust,
gates opening up like pslams
arms wide open in blindness
releasing ripples of memory over the soul,
whimpering, guiding onwards
stood against the tide
words crippled in fla...

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The body is a vessel for the soul’s journey

a whisperer of shadows

and the solemn surrender at the end of life

a fading star in the expanse of eternity

autumn leaves turning into winter.

each heartbeat is a fleeting moment,

a universe in its own right,

each thought a galaxy of memories and dreams,

the shroud of everything before it

woven with threads with regrets,

a c...

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In winter’s embrace, the world transforms serenely as day transitions into night, unspoken tales conveying emotions wordlessly.

Amidst this backdrop, the frozen lake comes alive, adorned with twinkling lights like a portal to our deepest introspections each Christmas.

Each light is a unique perspective bound together by the beauty of the moment marvelling at the mysteries of the universe, on...

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Over the gatepost of post-life, what unfolds next is a surreal dream, reflecting the remnants of what you've left behind, from inception to conclusion. Doorways in the constellations of thought stand sentinel on the precipice of black holes, bearing witness to all that you've abandoned, teasing enigmatic dances just beyond grasp.

Hand in hand with your past, it unfurls in kaleidoscopic hues, a ...

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The air fluctuates in tone on the windowsill as October grips the seasons consuming the fading light shaking the remnants of the summer curling its fingers around your neck before finally resting upon your chinbone.

You become part of the dusk no matter where you stand, facing the changes in front of you whether standing against an imaginary plague filling up the newspapers again or looking dow...

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Swallows-like thoughts dispense from summer’s edge
dissolving into Autumn’s awaiting embrace
following uncharted wind past coastlines,
guided by instincts older than memory,
harbingers of change in the vast entrance.

A migration woven
in a languageless tapestry
painted upon the canvas of transition,
a tribute to nature’s endless cycle
gone, enigmatic beneath the sun’s retreat
into a bo...

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Swallows like thoughts gather at summer;s edge

floating oast the threshold, shredding daylight

carcessing the sky gently like a moth’s tender kiss,

journeying to the tip of sxistence,

highlighting the ebbing of purpose

in the tapestry of the waking world,

borrowing the echo

whispering across my ears.

It holds my purpose

unburdened by motive,

our hearts joined together

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I pluck a star and stitch it to my essence

across the essence of a journey's end

stepping across the road

catching a glimpse of what lays next

an hourglass of memory

into a state of surrender

smoky jazz music resonates

into white noise

with a glass door laying open

profound mystery

a profound stillness

across the landscape

an eye, open

coloured in grey like a...

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My brothers existence fell into
broken fragments when they buried
him.

His worlds was always fragments.

Whisper.

Silence.

Frozen gaze.

Winter’s touch carried the gap
admist horizons.

Memories encircle memories
in the horizon.

I look at you. Where are
our footprints? Breathing
outward. Your lios inward

Here. There.

The darkness sculpts the sky’s
essence. Snow falls...

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Where was it worse?
Your breath cutting out,
then the horizon fluttering
into darkness
and your heartbeat skips a fractal
knocking on a door
spiralling into a process of panic
taking on the fear in
everybody’s eyes,
your senses first of all
pulled across the void
then the shake of your body
carrying you upwards.

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The light embraces you
traversing the threshold
shedding mortail coil
across sapphire rivers in the breath,
wandering across the essence
grasping through words
behind a display panel
touching across your memory
in the vast expanse
of lifetimes
lost across starlight pathways,
reaching for the way home.

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A hushed expanse on the edge of dreams,
slipping from clarity to wakefulness
whispering surrenders to breathe, just breathe

fragments of tales forgotten, fading away,

sounds finely tuned, a bittersweet spell,
harmonising half thought

woven from threads of what could be,
sketches of a world adrift, untamed and free,
audible in its creation, profound in its plea
a depth of yearning, e...

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Blood, dripping from my nose
over my shirt
then my shoes.

We’ll journey together.

Drop after drop. A quiet afternoon
in the embrace of tissues.

A church hymn, a scarlet teardrop.

Obedient echoes in the chamber
of veins,

everywhere, an infinity

Let the blood spill.

It won’t sing aloud
but peels into rivulets
and caress the curvature of the skin.

This air senses my un-n...

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A spectral whisper,
Mirrors the cosmos itself,
Amidst the grains of eternity,
Within inherent allure's embrace,
At the beginning of each world's dance,
And at its solemn end.

Contemplation of an elated deity,
Straddling the birth of life's symphony,
As the atmosphere forms its crescendo,
Then graciously welcomes death's refrain,
Burning hills to ash,
Over countless millenniums' refrai...

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