It's taken long enough but I've finally finished my first novel. I say finished, it's the first draft and there is plenty of work yet to be done but it's there, all 130,000 words. Some chapters need tweaking, others re-writing completely but the most important thing is that I like it. I like the story, I love the characters and even if no-one else ever...
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My home is where my soul decides.
Where I live my life and lay my head.
My home is where my heart resides.
Where I fall asleep and wake up dead.
This is a story with no time or place
No super heroes and no villains to face
Itâs about the girl who doesnât belong
And the adventures she dreams of going on.
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Itâs about all the books into which she would sink
That taught her to see, to believe and to think
That wherever she was going, she need only fear
She would only...
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Dangerous hope like evening tide
The rush reveals the other side
I cannot quiet the empty sound
Only silence can be found
Cannot the voices make
Cannot be allowed to choices take
The room is empty
Yet voices here, I hear plenty
And now intrude
rejoined in ancient feud
I had control. Why now? why now?
Do not presume to tell us how.
Do not...
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Do scorpions think lobsters are mermaids?
That sailors desire and fear.
And lash themselves to the mast in the night.
When the song of the lobster is near.
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Do scorpions say lobsters are beautiful?
Irresistible to scorpion eyes.
Enticing them in to the water below
For a kiss that will be their demise.
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Do scorpions think lobsters are legends?
Just stories that scorpions...
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1.
I know youâre scared, the girl who dreams
The girl whose life is strife, it seems
The girl who walks to distant shore
In search of somewhere none before
Have seen between the life of seams,
The cracks between the broken dreams
The written lines that sorrow brings
Eternal ending, twilight sings.
2.
I saw you by the light of Moon
The night that...
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That which inspires me
is what cannot be known.
What cannot be said
and what cannot be shown.
What should not be heard
And should not be seen.
What sleeps in the shadow
And wakes in the dream.
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What suppresses the walls
And entices the door.
What makes you step through.
What makes you want more.
What crosses the line
And to hell with...
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I love my cat.
The sharp cutting pain of claws on the back
of my legs. A less usual way of ascending
to her nest on my shoulders pretending
And believing that she,
with higher status is here to oversee
And meow her commands.
Sat with that damned
Look of self imposed superiority
Like sheâs the one who decides how it ought to be.
....
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Donât forget to apologise,
It took so long to reply
Donât forget to make sure
That everybody knows why
Or what will they say about you?
In the digital shadow
Will they conclude
That youâre selfish and rude
Do you fear theyâll exclude you tomorrow?
A group full of text
Which profile picture will be next
Be it gracious or vexed in their tone.
Or...
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