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Amma K's Outlet: EN ROUTE
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FINDING PIECES OF MYSELF IN THE RUBBLE. Monday, 10 March 2014. My legs caught up. And hopped on its. To the very top. I escape the frenzy. Your back to me. A slip of courage. Was what you asked for. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). There was an error in this gadget. Student - UG - Regional Institute for Population Studies. View my complete profile. There was an error in this gadget. I need to lock My mind in the cellar Of truth To knock The pangs That paralyze me Out into Darkness And For once Kn.
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Amma K's Outlet: DISSONANT HARMONY
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FINDING PIECES OF MYSELF IN THE RUBBLE. Monday, 24 March 2014. To the back of my neck. From laughing too hard. These friends I have. Make me lose breath. Doubling over in laughter. It was when I went home. That I took note. Evident on her face. 8220;The pain is just horrible”. She whispered and sneezed. I met him when he first arrived. And loved him till he left. In skirts and heels;. Miss Rose with a snipped tip. I can only mourn a lost member. She’s charming;. My petite chocolate queen. 8220;Are you ok?
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Amma K's Outlet: RANSOM
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FINDING PIECES OF MYSELF IN THE RUBBLE. Wednesday, 4 June 2014. But a lean frame. And a coloured robe. But a sorry sight. He couldn’t afford? From death’s bands. From the mortal tomb. I make all things new”. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). There was an error in this gadget. Student - UG - Regional Institute for Population Studies. View my complete profile. There was an error in this gadget. DON'T GO TELLING MAMA". 8220;Anytime you say you’re coming over, I get very excited, eager for night to f...
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Amma K's Outlet: APPARITION
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FINDING PIECES OF MYSELF IN THE RUBBLE. Friday, 24 January 2014. It was an almost. I was not sure. Of the wind;. Had made a feast. The rot on the inside. Of an unruly wind. In its obvious fragility. Hauling me against it,. The door still stood. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). There was an error in this gadget. Student - UG - Regional Institute for Population Studies. View my complete profile. ART ON THE ARTIST. NOT A SINGLE TEAR. There was an error in this gadget. DON'T GO TELLING MAMA". She said ...
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Amma K's Outlet: YOU
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FINDING PIECES OF MYSELF IN THE RUBBLE. Friday, 14 March 2014. It’s a safe house. Should have stayed away. A kiss from the serpent. Of your last words. Stuck in a froth. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). There was an error in this gadget. Student - UG - Regional Institute for Population Studies. View my complete profile. There was an error in this gadget. You’d hear My laughter From afar Taste Its sweetness In the air Long before You reach me And when You finally get h. DON'T GO TELLING MAMA". They sai...
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Amma K's Outlet: THE NEW BLACK
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FINDING PIECES OF MYSELF IN THE RUBBLE. Monday, 1 September 2014. They said we do not write poems. About rain when it rains. Or on love when we are struck by it. Step out and be happy' they said. Your sad is only yours. Save it for when no one is looking'. All day they gawk. And when the lyrics to my sad song. Is ready they tell me. Sad songs are writ on sunny days'. Month long it rained. My song going stale in me. I will hang my heart out. By the busiest street. When the sun comes out. Or point and laugh.
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Amma K's Outlet: AND NOW...
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FINDING PIECES OF MYSELF IN THE RUBBLE. Monday, 28 July 2014. Fresh out of school. Into the new cool. Maybe he was reckless. Wasn’t there before. He looks back at his dreams. Then down at his hands. And he’s no longer there. He wasn’t there. Out from the banking hall. Heart rate slowing to a halt. And figures run through invisible sieves. Maybe you are on opiates. Wasn’t there before. You take a step back. But they aren’t there. You weren’t there. She cradles her newborn. Maybe she’s the worrier. Settlin...
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Amma K's Outlet: OFF A CLIFF
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FINDING PIECES OF MYSELF IN THE RUBBLE. Sunday, 9 February 2014. The voices that come and go. Push me there and back. Right to the very edge. Like a yoyo in the hands. I hang on a thin thread. It is sweet huddled up. In this warm cocoon. Must the butterfly be born. Can it not stay a larvae? I let love in. I made it reign. Now it demands more. That I be brave. Was washed, and dried. And I stand naked. And blind mortal eyes. With colours never before seen. That I too can fly. Is a large, gaping. There is t...
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Amma K's Outlet: November 2014
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FINDING PIECES OF MYSELF IN THE RUBBLE. Tuesday, 11 November 2014. So much of himself. Fell off on his sprint. He could be alone. He swoons with trophy. In bloody skeletal hands. All that he missed. While he ran,. As his heart beats. And he sees…. But too near death. To feel its worth. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). There was an error in this gadget. Student - UG - Regional Institute for Population Studies. View my complete profile. There was an error in this gadget. She said “Don&...
