- Member since March 25, 2006.
- I have 44 comments, 582 poems, 15 stories, 1 philosophy
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The boys were young and full of play. Every day to them that summer was full of green grass and blue sky, the gentle heat of the sun and the cooling gust of the breeze. They li1500 words, 2 comments, July 11, 2005. In <200 lines, Other
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And every borrowed broken memory sets in my mind
like a bruise coloured sun goes down on an unhappy day, -
My hand reaches out to something untouchable,
a ghost.
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- In the absence of blood at allpoetry
No knife blade
Wept across my skin - 'Damaged' at allpoetry
They use the word 'damaged'
Like I am some sort of cardboard box - In Past Tense. Of course. at allpoetry
I still laughed with you,
Although your humour was as hard and dry
