Birdsongs

Call it a stream of consciousness, call it free writing, call it an open journal. Call them My Songs.

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Thursday, 29 March 2012

All Is Well

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Death Is Nothing At All Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped away into the next room, I am I, and you are you, Whatever we were...
Saturday, 24 March 2012

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For Derby Girl with pink bra, long legs and short skirt, Glitter speckling from red platforms onto ambivalent concrete. Boy with red eyes, ...

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Just Enough I'm an intelligent person with an irrational problem The place that I live in is flawed . I believe what people tell me and...
Friday, 16 March 2012

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… anybody there? Not a good time? It's never me Always them Voicemail and I'll call you back Seven missed calls but still no word B...
Tuesday, 13 March 2012

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Skin Itchy skin, Painful scratches Single hairs sensitive to every movement. Frustrated screams that shout nothing but silence, And scratch...

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Daffodils I'm up three years of cards at two and a half quid a go, And thirty pounds worth of flowers weigh heavy in my heart. Empty va...
Thursday, 1 March 2012

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Signs I’m trying to remember the last time it wasn’t this hard, When was I last not tired, too exhausted to find a way. I’m trying to rem...
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