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I grew up with a weird knowledge of bricks. Not that it helped me to create anything other than Lego houses, or follow the instructions on Technic lego, creativity beyond the lego house a rarity, I mean who didnt want a perfectly comprised T shape house roof with all the red roof tiles in the…
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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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I can’t write anything new That has never been said before 130 million books before me Words by the billion reverberating on the internet What price for originality What burden does it carry? Trying to be new Yet this heart is unique and these hands that type stem from it And they see you And…
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Writing words. It’s Started again. Writing. Writing. The mind goes clear, the fog lift and the words come out again. Truth. Hope. Love. Wonder. Words. Feel. Alive. Soul gives. Hope springs. Forth. Writing. Writing. Making. Shaping. Creating. Meaning. Trying. Giving. True. Soul. Energy. Life. Feeling. Bliss again. Just writing. Fingers pounding. Not making Sense, of…
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There’s so so many words around nowadays There’s so many places to write, comment and react Pictures to write tag lines Hashtags to gain attention Words dictated, words described Words The Noise of words And if i’m not careful, here’s some more. Stop. Pause. Stay. Here. Still. Just a bit longer. Love. Be. Love. You.…
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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 