To my crickets(spelt wrong for obvious reasons)AND
MISPELLING IN AN OPTION IN LIFE!
All the best,
Stephen.
xx
Croi Gan Abhaile: Draft 1The morning sun runs along the Liffey, It changes the shades of the grey on the Georgian buildings. The gulls take flight and our pigeons coo, And Maggie with the girls setting up the stalls, A dieing art, in this our Dublin City. I miss you.Croi Gan Abhaile: Draft 1
Pat with his books on the streets Beside the red-headed lady with her harp In the shadow of the Trinity Not far from Molly’s warm metallic heart. The bustle of O’Connell Street, getting lost To find the G.P.O next to you, To see a friend at the Spire, is a comfort. I miss you.
The setting sun on Gr
Running HomeThe city that does sleep. That time when the old men snooze. When the seagulls do not squawk. Where the streets are empty too. Alcohol flows through the veins Of the homeless and the pigeons on the sidewalk too. The electric tram is on its final run, Snake like, through the suburbs of Dublin, Back home to you.Running Home
It.I am everywhere you go, I see everything you do. The shadow you cast as it flickers in the dieing light, That is my ghost. The silence when you are alone, When you notice everything, That when the world is sharp and bleak, You can feel me there. Fear me, for without me, you are nothing.It.
The Minds TrenchesA soldier , he wonders through empty the empty trenches. The bullets they fly over head. Each step into the mud of the mind, Squelching with no mercy into his cold, damp feet.The Minds Trenches
He looks around howling , a helmet on a shovel, there. A candle extinguished by the once howling winds.
His rifle on his back, helmet strapped to his head. He climbs the wooden ladder, six feet up.
Silence, hallowing…it echo’s the aftermath, A reflection so harsh. Eyes open as the haze dissipates.
He was asleep, he is too late.
ShelterI want to be out there, I want to get wet, I want to feel the real world, without getting upset. I want the drops to slug down my face, I want the rain the grab me roughly in an embrace, And force me to laugh with you, Force me to sing, Force me to smile at you, Force me to cling -Shelter
- To the world with all those eyes, Those eyes that take it all in, I want to stare back at them, I want to not let them win -
- Win my freedom and my desire, To love a new person every day, But those eyes are too many, So I'll stay -
- Stay inside
Bemused
hellllllloo!
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Its Carol's mate, Shawna....dunno if you remember me, but I remember you ;D you once complimented my shoes.....
anywhoosies, I saw your bebo and noticed your DA account IRL...so I wandered over here to have a look-see - and im liking what I see! XD
Here's a watch <3
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