

The Girl That Time ForgotApproximately one third of her life is now reported as missing in action Supposedly lost within the realms of a mind too full of irrelevant relevancies To allow her to hold onto her past.The Girl That Time Forgot
Yet she still chose to wait there, by the purple washing line,
bare feet desperately gripping onto the wet muddied ground. Hoping that one day she will see a haze coming into focus across the horizon line,
lighting up the whole of her sky with snapshots of memories that she never knew she had.
And because of this hope, she will always be defiantly standing there Forever watching, silently waitin


Painting By NumbersWhat do you have to excuse your bluntness that is as cold as the lamb heart sitting in our kitchen sink? Did you realise that every time you drip with those words you rip my soul into two jigsaw pieces that will now never slot back because my corners have been ripped off by someone now too angry to take the time see me through. I am not the picture you painted of me in greys and scarlet reds I am more of a sketchy outline on a canvas stained with time. And I will forever sit here waiting, for you to come and fill me in. with water soluble paint in all the colours of the rainbow likePainting By Numbers


Change of Addresswhenever I turn into a five sided triangle, you can still seeChange of Address
to the very point of me. Clearly I underestimated our quiet closeness.
I am currently visiting with you in a room
that is around two hundred footsteps to the right of our past
hidden beneath the old bell tower.
Today we have managed to make unbreakable daisy chain links from warm beer glasses and crumpled bed sheets. Leaving behind a plethora of broken hearts between us. So alike, but so indifferent.
And 8 whole seasons have passed me as I watched this tender-hearted stranger turn into m


My Dancing Days Are DoneI feel your coldness the moment you realiseMy Dancing Days Are Done
that I am not a passport to the life you once had. You see me now only as lead filled limbs
holding up a mind made of swiss cheese holes and cotton wool, that is constantly leaking memories, and will not hold attention particularly yours.
You will not hear of this disinfected life I have now nor will you deal with this timebomb slowly exploding inside of me, taking with it my grace. That you once said you so badly needed.
I cannot dance with you as of yesterday,
and you will not sit on the sidelines with me. &nb


accidental arti never chose a colour never picked the painting brush, never chose the paper nor penned a sketch as such.accidental art
and yet there is a picture which claims i have defaced, its details and its edges and its finest bits erased.
a picture of such beauty of a standard i cant reach, in techniques unfamiliar in a style you cannot teach.
a painting id be proud to paint or even just to frame, a painting if i had the skill, id confidently claim.
yet the painting scarcely sees that its a masterpiece to all, but bides its time accusing me of vandalistic gall.
the painting whispers to me


Love SongI. It’s the petty acts of vandalism that draw us together—Love Song
The blue ball-point heart on that bench in the park-
the one we meet at when one of us has to sneak out
at three p.m. on a Saturday.
The miniature trees lovingly etched on our house-keys,
silent testimony to an undying series of inside jo
Devious Comments
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live life the way you choose
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Rykki
i love your gallery it's amazing! ^_^
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Jai
haha
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you are a very bad deviant.
therefore i am not going to be your friend for the next half an hour. that will teach you.
that was fun.
come back. you are my bitch and must do as i say.
i reply because i am nice and best and fun on the face. oh yes.
i win.
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write more please.
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