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Chain Reaction | Rhyming with lemonade
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I’m doing a Creative Writing course now. You get to see more of my scribbles, lucky you. Wrote this in a class, let’s see how it goes. In an urban ocean. Black bag treasure chests. Banana skins and chicken bones. Go on the hunt,. From the farmers coop. Why bother when we have Mc Donalds. And the dregs of Sundays roasts. Crying into the dawn,. Banshee screams and baby wails. Scatter through the neighbourhood. Car headlamps and 2AM footsteps. And we shoot off to the next street. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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I’m still atheist. | Rhyming with lemonade
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I’m still atheist. There’s an unpleasant memory in my mind of a table being tipped over. Last night, reminded of this, I thought of Jesus. Jesus also tipped over tables. Angry at “the house of God” becoming a place for merchants to flog their wares, Jesus went batshit and ripped the place apart. Anti-capitalism! The story of Jesus getting angry in the temple always kind of scared me…since when did Jesus get violent? Destruction of corporate property is not violence! But what if someone’s inside?
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August | 2011 | Rhyming with lemonade
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What’s the deal with drinking on your own? Drinking alcohol is seen as this social thing, yes? But growing up, I saw people drinking on their own (how can they be on their own if I was there to see them? And now, the point in time I had this revelation, everything before that which I could remember, I had to re-evaluate. It’s actually the same for all the “revelations” not just the drink. You have to stop “Hang on, so you mean, all this time, this was happening? Don't.glomp.me.
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November | 2010 | Rhyming with lemonade
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This be the verse. Ok, I’m not being angsty here or miserable or melodramatic but if I were to die tomorrow then this poem. To be read at my funeral or on my gravestone or urn or whatever because it sums up my thoughts without me having to actually sum them up myself (which is also a nice reflection of how lazy I am). This Be The Verse – Philip Larkin. They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had. And add some extra, just for you. In about ...
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February | 2011 | Rhyming with lemonade
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Marxism and a whole lot more. You leave the womb,. Amneotic fluids coating you. Bathed, they are gone,. But a film remains. It hugs tighlty,. Somedays, fed up,. You try to stretch it,. Peel it back,. Always, it slaps back into place. Snuggly into your grooves. I’m only bones now,. Bones and the film. And still they conclude. This one was of this class”. Old poem, just wanted to update. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com. Don't.glomp.me. I'm Fuckin' Gangsta.
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Marxism and a whole lot more | Rhyming with lemonade
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Marxism and a whole lot more. You leave the womb,. Amneotic fluids coating you. Bathed, they are gone,. But a film remains. It hugs tighlty,. Somedays, fed up,. You try to stretch it,. Peel it back,. Always, it slaps back into place. Snuggly into your grooves. I’m only bones now,. Bones and the film. And still they conclude. This one was of this class”. Old poem, just wanted to update. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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This is now a tumblr | Rhyming with lemonade
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This is now a tumblr. I find this image amusing. I will not write more than two sentences about it. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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July | 2010 | Rhyming with lemonade
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I’m glad I only have one sibling. My younger brother is 15, almost 16 and I just can’t understand how he can so easily ask my mum, as soon as she walks through the door back from walk “Can you make me some breakfast? 8221; “I’ll make you tea if you make me lunch.” That actually disgusts me. Will you make mum a cup of tea if she cooks you dinner? If she does your washing? If she gives you money to spend? If she cleans your room? If she lets you play games and do what you want all day? Mum says she’s...
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February | 2012 | Rhyming with lemonade
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I’m doing a Creative Writing course now. You get to see more of my scribbles, lucky you. Wrote this in a class, let’s see how it goes. In an urban ocean. Black bag treasure chests. Banana skins and chicken bones. Go on the hunt,. From the farmers coop. Why bother when we have Mc Donalds. And the dregs of Sundays roasts. Crying into the dawn,. Banshee screams and baby wails. Scatter through the neighbourhood. Car headlamps and 2AM footsteps. And we shoot off to the next street. Blog at WordPress.com.