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July 15, 2020

A Coursera Experiment





Hello!





If you haven’t experienced the wonder that is Coursera, firstly, go and have a look. Secondly, this is a prompt, or rather, one of the assignments from one of the writing courses I’ve taken on there. This one was to take the final words of the lyrics of a song and write a poem using them. So, I wrote two

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Published on July 15, 2020 12:00

Daily Drivel – Haikus





Today there were five random words to choose from which became two haikus. Those words are: appearance, insert, parade, crevice, flesh.









Your existence is
a flesh parade of cruelty
and sheer arrogance









If only there was
A crevice in your heart to
Insert kindness in

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Published on July 15, 2020 06:00

July 14, 2020

The Next Step





In the whirlwind that is after their first kiss, he knows that he’s got to keep making the decisions that count. There’s too much at stake here if he flounders; it’s like now he’s allowed himself to feel even a fragment of what he thinks he truly does for him, that all the blurred images that were once his rigid world, have been wiped clear, and everything is a sharper, brighter contrast than he’s ever dared imagine.





But what’s more important, what’s become bigger than all of that, in all...

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Published on July 14, 2020 12:00

Caged

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July 13, 2020

Righteous





What’s righteous about this mess,
This wasted bag of flesh and bone,
This skilled in sinning monster,
This ghost with realms and roads to roam?





Blue on green, black on white, black and blue,

Yet still, we’re here; tainted saint and fallen soul,

Intertwined without touch, branded by hand,

There’s nothing righteous in this aching for home. Hope. Whole.





Righteous, your eyes tell me when you stare,
Though my mirror seethes a different tale.
How can these lips shape the words want. Need. St...

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Published on July 13, 2020 12:00

July 12, 2020

The Beach





Once upon a time, there was a beach, a beautiful stretch of sand composed of the erosion of thousands of years of life and the solid foundation of rock beneath its surface. The sea would visit it every day, in great blue waves that replenished the beach in life and sediment, yet took away with it shards and fragments to deposit elsewhere.





The beach was so very beautiful. Soft, golden sand that stretched on for mile upon untainted mile. Clean, crisp air that tasted of peace, and an ever-ch...

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Published on July 12, 2020 12:00

Tainted By Our Choices – Sneak Peek!

Jack stretched up just enough to peek down through the tinted glass of his office window at the protesters gathered outside holding hand painted placards and could only bring himself to sigh. They had moved in that morning, encroaching on all the best parking spaces in the parking lot and chanting angry slogans that Jack thought perhaps were kind of funny but would do nothing to stop what was going to happen.





The fracking would be going ahead, whether anyone objected to it or not. Works had ...

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Published on July 12, 2020 07:55

July 11, 2020

A Restless Heart





(Chapter 24)









Chapter 25



“So. Maybe I have some more news,” Tyler said, kissing Xavier’s knuckles as they stepped outside the steak house. “Or at least, an idea I think could be good.”





Dinner had been a delicious, slow affair, sat in a corner booth away from everyone. As they’d arrived, Xavier had announced he was starving and wanted the biggest steak he could get. And once they’d finished, he’d decided the steak had been so big that they should probably walk between the restaura...

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July 9, 2020

Conversation





We don’t need to have this conversation.





You already know each syllable of my thoughts.





You already read me like a graphic novel.





You’ve already heard more than you ought.





There’s no point to this conversation.





I can’t add more to what you already know.





I can’t be any different to who I am.





I am no more than what’s already on show.





Nothing will change with this conversation.





I’m still broken fragments and pieces ground to dust.





You can’t stick me back together,


...
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Published on July 09, 2020 12:00