death
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As I walked home from town the other day, I noticed the sad sight of this butterfly on the pavement in front of me. Nearly dead. Prematurely dead on concrete that wasn’t its destiny. I walked past at first, my heart somehow ached for it. And then I went back, slowly, no one was around…
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This is the poem I had to write first a few weeks ago, it was the one that had to unclog the bottle. (TW; Suicide ) Mr Hecker, You were wrong. I once wrote a poem in which I died at the end, but my teacher said it wasn’t allowed. ‘James, you’re not allowed to…
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Three days ago my mum died. Yeah, thats quite a start to a blog isnt it. I mean I could have warned you, or said something reflective, or a nice quote. But no. Three days ago my mum died. And the hardest thing about it, so far, has been trying to share this news, to…
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it may piss you off first) On a walk back from town this week, in the bookshelf of Darlington’s new LGBT Bookstore I saw this book. I seriously laughed out loud. The Evangelical Christian I used to be would have got angry at this violation of the Bible verse. Today I thought I would do…
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No not these ones. You know the ones I mean. Not the beach ones, the ones that get filled with sand, or get fought over by those who’ve paid the tourist tax to hire then on a British cloudy (but was sunny that morning) kind of day. No, I don’t mean these ones. Im thinking…
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The hacking was brutal By darkness of night, they acted alone To fell To cut To wound Cutting deep Cutting through Exposing the raw, pure flesh of the core A spectacle A ridicule A supposed triumph At your expense And yet You Stood You Stayed You knew What was true and that was deeper Than…
James Ballantyne 