Tag: writing
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Me and the Page
I’m not afraid to tell people that I write.In fact I’m not sure I give a fuck. Sitting around worrying what people will thinkwill hollow you out,steal the light from your eyes. You can’t live that way. You shouldn’t live that way. You are welcome…
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130 Tonnes
The light in the darkness you walked towards.A way out.Safety.That was the train rolling down the track,130 tonnes that can’t turn back,And you remember,There are no saviours.Just you. The voice that you heardSaid it was on your side.“Just send us £50,We’ll make it alright.”And you…
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Lighting Fires
Walking through the station.All human life is here.Someone is playing piano.Drawing a crowd.Keep moving.Gordon street,Summer light.People everywhere.Music playing across the road.Couple arguing on the corner.Making my way through the crowd.Light of the living.Am I just getting older?Time without reason.Or purpose.But the days that rustHaven’t got…
