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Real roses have thorns. They shiver, and wither with time, but they have a soothing scent which lingers long after they’re gone, in-between the dryness of the petals and the breeze which kisses them. Fake roses don’t have thorns which hurt, Th…

A broken nest on a fallen tree Bowed to the winds of adversity. Frozen mist playing winter’s games, Lining ignored lists and photo frames Of what could have been a family….

Along the road, riddled with dust, the Shadow went a wandering, up the hill, down to the vale, all the while a pondering. He sat on the bench by the park, a frown on his brow, a sigh on his lips. Light, through the branches of the tree abov…

Coat the canvas of the midnight sky with whispers of wishes you longed for. Set them free into the blue and watch them float like feathers on a breeze. Some will run free like wild wild horses, ohers will simply be shadow surfing. Wallflower…

Walking on sunshine gloomy moods Travelling familiar routes dry streets raining on the inside Entering daily places familiar spaces on the outside Your mind wades through puddles or floods Sinks and swims alone But it is sunshine bri…

This is it, this is goodbye, No sugar coat, no soothing lie. No bottled message left behind, No hidden clues for you to find. All the words I wouldn’t say? I’d saved them all for today. A thousand words aren’t enough, Nor are a hundred phot…

Drizzles confuse me. Will there be drenching downpour, Or sudden sun-dried streets? Or will it, like your love, always remain inbetween?…

Fluffy pillows, an afternoon nap, Rudely awoken by a thunderclap, “Get up now, rise and shine, Freshen up, it’s almost time.” To this booming voice she arose, And had just barely struck a pose, When the floorboards parted, fair and square, And…

After months, it rained today, Clouds-pensive shades of grey, Covered the sky on this dark day, While my thoughts went astray. Settled on you, how’ve you been? We hardly talk, inbetween, Worldly aim and squandered dream, I wonder though, how…

When all the lights flicker out and silence reigns, Save for the ticking of the clock on the wall, You hear the sound of your mind wandering lanes- The static of its erratic footfall. Sometimes it reaches the same place twice, And often, a hun…