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Meditating Ophelia
“ There is a willow grows aslant a brook That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream.”… Ophelia did not just dislike the others. She despised them. Everyday the ...
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Is this not love?
Love is the spring that never runs dry, Even when it's burning. Love is the only truthful lie: The one secret worth learning. Love is a phoenix reborn from its ...
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Unwiling to Understand
Black sailed tears are held at bay, By armies of smiles during the day; But by night they sneak across the rocks, Balmly accosting to suddenly abandoned docks. Like the ...
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Heliotropes
Were my eyes sunflowers of gold: Your face would be the the sun they wish to behold. When your light shines through the tears I cannot withhold, Watch the upside ...
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My 21st century Prince Charming, a love sonnet
He is proud, arrogant, stubborn and tall. My lord's armour is of leather, his visor of plastic, When he speaks of me he is not lyrical but sarcastic; And he ...
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BOREDOM
By clear skies liberty flies Or else desire slowly dies Random letters and numbers Errors and questions and slumbers Day by day anxiety sighs unlearning Order While for knowledge yearning ...
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Things she Learnt to Lie about [needs help please review]
Lyra looked out of the window, slowly tracing the words engraved on the panel of the windowsill, under a cushion, "Lyra doesn't lie". The day was grey and dreary, nothing ...
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Ælëd
Ælëd the Foolish of the Téïne Anåil. This story started as many do at midnight on a night of full moon. Ælëd was restless. She could not go to sleep. ...
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Fragments
She walked furtively along the road; her blonde hair glowing softly and her stiletto heals making a resolute clac clac on the pavement. She was very pretty and seemed to ...
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Death is liken to an enamoured rose
I.Facing death brings out the best and worst in men.Some choose to fight, they choose to live forever.Others choose despair, fear and anger; they choose nightless sleeps of psychic agony, ...
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My carefull, claustral heart
Cold hearted, cold.Sad and lonely.Wishing, wishing,But not daring enough.Wanting, wanting,But not daring...Yearning, yearning,But not...Pining, pining,But...Like the smell of the woods,the pale colour
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One Night With You
We met one night,in the dark, the fear,We exchanged smiles,I held my glass up to you,played with my hair, crossed my legs, flirted like crazy.We drank together one night,with happiness, ...
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Oxford on a Sunday
The sun shines brightthe birds sing softlyNothing movesExcept for the wind brushing its fingers through the fabric of the world.The lawn is green and freshly mown, perfect.Oxford's golden stones shine
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The idea of Me
Have you ever wanted to ask what I dream of, when I gaze out of the window for hours on end, eyes wide in wonder?DO you think you know me?Do ...
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Darling, it's your name
This tells you who you areWill you bear it in Pride or in Shame,Badge or Label, Red Cross or Yellow Star?Darling, it’s your as I sew it onto your clothes ...
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Moment
In the crossed-line of melancholy,One sits and waits patiently,Smiling at chaosPraying to loss.One feels clumsyIn this incomprehensible intensity,A fleeting look, a laughWhile every feeling is split i
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the Girl with the Rainbow smile
She is the girl with the rainbow smile,And as she lies,Inside she dies,And when she cries,She sais bye-byes.She is the girl with the rainbow smile,For when the sun shines through ...
