Tag Archives: #poetry

Grains in Summer Time

Standing still in the middle of a golden wheat field near my house, with my arms open, spread out to the side, feeling the wind around me, feeling the grain brushing against my arms and hands. I remember. I was … Continue reading

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In The Company Of Ghosts…

London east, and I’m standing still. When I feel the age old past reaching out from busy streets. The people I pass are mere shadows… hushing by like in a dream but the derelict buildings they talk and the ghosts … Continue reading

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Fun Fair memories…

  I’m waiting, so eagerly waiting, the great fair has come to town Come on, let us hurry now, let’s forget for just a while The great fun fair makes us smile again All the little girls catch a little … Continue reading

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Naked… new poetic thoughts

I’m sure I’m an alien, and yet I act so freakin’ human I am fearless , but I can be so very scared of trivial things I trust myself and yet I can regret my decisions I am free and … Continue reading

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New edition for Thief In The Night :-)

A new update on ‘Thief in the Night (Stealing my Dreams…)’ is available with a few new additions… writing what I write best 😛 Sweet violence and sexy melancholy… What are your secrets? Check it out here: https://www.amazon.com/Thief-Night-mash-up-otherwordly-expressions-ebook/dp/B00WL8VHLU?ie=UTF8&ref_=asap_bc  

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She will never be me! ;-)

  When you are different, so very unusual, but oh, ‘so very fascinating’, so he said, like the boy before… The muse inspires, exhilarates… seduces their body and confuses their mind. I know they want me and so they hate … Continue reading

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I am strong and yet I can be broken

I am strong and yet I can be broken, shine like a beacan and yet remain unseen, I would tell you how I’ve been yet you never asked… Marks on my wrists, invincible, because I truly lived. Have you?

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