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Green, Green Eyes
Green like gold, shining brightly;Stroking my every pore with your light;Caressing every wall of every vein.Give me your flaxen hair in my hands.Let me wear it forever like my own,A ...
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Victoria
Smoky hazel eyes,Glowing hazel hair,Fire all the way down to the is it ice or lightning that chills down my spine?Oh well.It's Victoria.Look at our world,Our dreams and hopesAnd buildings ...
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And Thus She Waits
She sits in a roomOf gold and of silver,Pretending she's happy,Pretending she's there;But if I do look at herI will know better:She's just like an old ladyOn a rocking chair.Her ...
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Black Kisses
Paint your lips with a rich, coal black.Light the fire and let the blood flow.Cut my heart with your blunt love -We're not pretending this is right.Embrace me like a ...
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Wannabe Good Guy
Men.Men men men.What a filthy taste on your pristine lips.Your eyes look so cold,A warmth is hidden.But I see it when you talk to your girlfriends.That's the real you.And me. ...
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Ugly Mirror, Pretty Mirror
Ugly Mirror, Pretty Mirror,Haunting my life;One an elixir,The other a knife.Ugly Mirror, Pretty mirror,My dear love and fear;Pity only one of youCan ever be here.One day is a good one,One ...
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Just hope
Another day has comeHas gone.Has pastLike a miscarriage.I end before I even have begun.I'm like a failed sperm,Still whizzingLike a spinning topSlowing down -Time lost in the deceleration.Life lost - ...
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Smell The Rose
Grasp it tightly!Run your hand up and down the stem.Again and again,The blood will flow:The thorns will prick you, one by one,And you will bleed on to the sand.Feel the ...
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Snowflakes
Everyone's eyes gleam andReflect the colours of theInside world.White are the streets,No flowers to cloud your cloudy breathThat casts a spell on life.Here in England, the world stopsBecause we can't ...
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The Girl With Green Eyes - Prologue
Hi, I began to plan and write this novel a while back, and I have not got Chapter One and The prologue, which I just finished today. I am hoping ...
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The Girl With Green Eyes - Chapter 1
CHAPTER 1 Rachel's father had been half Russian, half Japanese, and he died when she was four. He was hit by a car crossing the road, but Rachel likes to ...
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That is the way
You didn't show me his cuts on your back,But I saw them when I made love to you.You came to me, for me to drink your tearsAnd cry for you, ...
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Rain
She slides along the spurting stream of life, She sticks out like a small, skewed, kissing-nose.She strikes me on the hands and smooth-skinned chest Where I have sinned - like ...
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Handcuffs
They think it's sexy, I agree, I guess.It's our nice game where you tie me to youand I will run away with you, to seekwood that can fuel our joy; ...
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Van Gogh
He cut his ear off, didn't want to listen.His blood was filth, beat far too many makes good paint, for when your soul is jilted,the heart must spill, stain canvas ...
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Onions
Onions, a layer of guilt, one of shame, and regret. That's life's fragrance - andalso a knife; you can cut them off - one by one. Throw away.Peel off the ...
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The Weight of The Soul - blurb and prologue
Zoe and Ames love each other with an invincible passion; but their touch can only come as a chill from the wind, or the sudden chime of a bell. Zoe ...
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Dear Kitty
Dear Kitty, What are these walls for?What are these rooms for?What is this window on the paper?I look into your eye, in the comma,and I draw the little detailsmore and ...
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Secret
I want you to tell me a secret. I want it to be your deepest, darkest secret and I want it to be me. I want to be your secret. ...
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The Piano
Aysha had been playing since the age of five. Her little fingers used to press on the keys of the piano as if they were keys to amazing treasure chests ...
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Full of Hatred
I'm full of hatred full of hatred full of hatred
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Seeds
Seeds I would have sought a way, just like I always do, to sew your love into my heart, without this pretence, this pursue
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Stamps
Stamps Your ink-polished teeth and your wide, flaming eyes shine, as my words shine, as we pas-de-bourrée, as if our waltzing was to say “I send you, in writing, ...
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The Flame
And what if they think she's a firefly? Who lights up her own world? the angel in that great expanse; some call it dark; some, God. Without their electricity, what ...
