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, 26 April 2012

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The voice I paint my nails And I dye my hair, Colour my skin and darken my lashes. Now I paint my skin And I mark my body, ...
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One am....... 1:00 It's five to one  On our way in tomorrow Every mirror reflects a different grief Each thought projects, j...
Saturday, 21 April 2012

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Word Association Attraction. A moment: a moment never felt like this before. Never again. Unique to now, unique to me and us. ...

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Half left There's nothing sadder than half a pie: dessert meant for four. The encore to a family meal too long ago enjoyed. ...
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...
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