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Typesplat: American sentence
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Monday, 9 February 2009. Ate will always demand something in return for Tall, Dark and Handsome. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Supposedly a simian brine shrimp, I grow weary of the teeny tiny sea bananas. View my complete profile. I am obsessed with writing random little rhymes and lines. They are not really poems or even edited much, just splats. They are good writing practice. No cerebral fodder here. Some are from my other blog. It has to be said. 52 Weeks of Wordage. Poem of the Week.
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Typesplat: It has to be said
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Saturday, 21 February 2009. It has to be said. Ou who choose to end your lives yourselves:. You leave behind broken people. You take with you a piece of us. We will stumble for the rest of our lives. Trying to find that fragment. And always slightly long for death. To be there reunited. It has to be said. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Supposedly a simian brine shrimp, I grow weary of the teeny tiny sea bananas. View my complete profile. It has to be said. 52 Weeks of Wordage. Poem of the Week.
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Typesplat: October 2009
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Thursday, 8 October 2009. Ime, the universal housekeeper,. Vacuums up every moment's precious dust. When she is done with me I shall not be timeless,. I will be out of time. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Supposedly a simian brine shrimp, I grow weary of the teeny tiny sea bananas. View my complete profile. I would be happy to add anyone else's splats to this page. If you want, just mail me. 52 Weeks of Wordage. Spindrifting South African sea monkey. Plot Whisperer for Writers and Readers.
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Typesplat: March 2009
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Saturday, 7 March 2009. Girl, white, freckles, short,. This country, that thought? The phase of the moon when we met? The smallest hope,. How many times a mosquito bit? What is written on Twitter,. That must be it. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Supposedly a simian brine shrimp, I grow weary of the teeny tiny sea bananas. View my complete profile. I would be happy to add anyone else's splats to this page. If you want, just mail me. 52 Weeks of Wordage. Poem of the Week.
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Typesplat: Attrition
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Friday, 22 June 2012. River, rain, sun, pain,. Come to me, to me again. Wear away my fear, my shame,. Come wind, storm, come heat,. I am worn down like ancient stone. Swept away, filed down. This life, come to me, wear me down. Wear me out, it wears me out. I will not turn from it again. This war of life, attrition. Etched in every line. My life, i embrace,. Erode, grind, sand me down. And when i am raw. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. 52 Weeks of Wordage. Poem of the Week.
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Typesplat: Rain
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Sunday, 17 May 2009. Went to the beach. It rained, so I left. There are different types of wet. And being rained on is having your biscuit. Licked by a slobbery dog. But the sea welcomes you in the warm tears. Of her wide throbbing heart. These are great, po! I canned myself a little there. 25 May 2009 at 01:11. 25 May 2009 at 21:44. I love your poems. Theyre little nuggets of sunshine. Thank you po. 3 July 2009 at 07:50. 4 July 2009 at 17:59. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Typesplat: Manga girl
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Tuesday, 28 July 2009. Reakably unbreakable with her marble eyes. Fixed on the road ahead we know her lycra catsuit. Is spraycanned to within an inch of her lycra life. Hiding nothing except everything,. Which is what she left on the bus. In the suitcase, behind the dartgun. Wedged under skyhooks and rope. She anchors earth to sky with heels so high. She looks down on us like a goddess. And wonders why us mortals. Expect so much from her and yet. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 52 Weeks of Wordage.
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Typesplat: American sentence
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Tuesday, 28 July 2009. Fight most against that which I expect to be expected of me. Yep, that is a quote-worthy line right there. I love it. 8 September 2009 at 00:11. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Supposedly a simian brine shrimp, I grow weary of the teeny tiny sea bananas. View my complete profile. I would be happy to add anyone else's splats to this page. If you want, just mail me. What do they want from us? 52 Weeks of Wordage. Spindrifting South African sea monkey. Poem of the Week.
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Typesplat: Not named
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Saturday, 7 February 2009. Strange sweet sadness haunts me these Saturdays. Time alone in my head. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Supposedly a simian brine shrimp, I grow weary of the teeny tiny sea bananas. View my complete profile. I am obsessed with writing random little rhymes and lines. They are not really poems or even edited much, just splats. They are good writing practice. No cerebral fodder here. Some are from my other blog. It has to be said. 52 Weeks of Wordage. Poem of the Week.
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Typesplat: December 2008
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Sunday, 14 December 2008. Here is another contribution from guest splatter sass. M staring at the ceiling again. My mind reaches to grasp. Though there's but air. Mere wisps of smoke. Disappearing into whorls of nothing. Links to this post. Wednesday, 10 December 2008. Here is a contribution from another guest splatter, this time it is sass from. She is quite a prolific poet and often publishes her writing on her blog. Go check it out! The trash truck does it's rounds,. On the edge of the highway -.