Confession

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If I think it..I poetize it..

If I think it..I poetize it..

From sadness to happiness I can pen what I please.. Life in verse is my contagious disease.. an obsession...

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Cosmofunnel has changed?

Cosmofunnel has changed?

Well today I am searching for other sites to publish my poems and create my writes..Cosmofunnel is letting...

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Something happened

Something happened

Sometimes I want to scream at the top of my lungs
“Something bad happened to me”
Sometimes I...

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‘Off on a tangent’

‘Off on a tangent’

I realise that when I write my Life and Verses it just sounds like when I am talking.. coz I am well known...

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Ironic

Ironic

it's ironic that I'm second best,
shouldn't I be first,
shouldn't you believe me over them...

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Mrs Lonely

Mrs Lonely

Mrs Lonely always feels the same as she rambles the countryside on her own ..what a crying shame.. yet she...

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Don't Know Why

Don't Know Why

Don't know
why
i write

maybe
to enslave
the demons
in me
...

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I Am Writing A Novel

I Am Writing A Novel

I started writing a novel
Thought for the 14th time it be a novel idea...

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Celestial Serendipity

staring at the face of a moon.
outshined by the sun to most.
but never to me.
glowing...

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Sweetness and light

Sweetness and light

Awwww...
I never ever meant to make you cry
Well if I thought for one minute tears were...

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Dam

Breaks part 1

Dam

A Dam of
Thoughts an Memories
Flooding
Screaming
To be free
She sitting...

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Trust

Poe’s tree

Trust

Trust the gull ability of given faith to the bending will of those in wanting or less addicted to needs...

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“That red wine will be the...

“That red wine will be the death of him”

She sips her soda water
He gulps his Ê Grino Rosso red wine
She subconsciously stays sober...

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That Old Flame ?

That Old Flame ?

Too many moons has waxed and waned amidst sad broken memories of mascara tears stained
Just a snip...

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A sleepy Sunday

A sleepy Sunday

Such a sleepy Sunday I couldn’t keep awake
I have missed most of the day in my comatosed state for...

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More You Than Myself

Every time I write a poem,
I find myself a little more close to you.
With each written text...

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Would I know?

Gazing at the stars,
From behind the bars
Of my self-made prison.
A vision to be risen...