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PoisonIts hard to imagine a life without you and yet
I hate you for what you've done, to me and mine.
Why shit on your own doorstep? You said
You loved me, I was proud to be yours.
Now I wish I'd ran away or smaked
Your stupid face, I hate you so much
I hope you rot in hell, five years is not enough.
PerfumeThe scented clouds of your perfume
Fill my every being and my heart
Pounds. I want to touch you but cant
For you, you are nothing but a memory
Tormenting my being, why wont you go
Let me forget and yet;
I am always, always
Haunted by your bitter perfume
The desire to hold you one last time.
DetoxWaves of Nausea, and my head
Feels ready to explode.
Firey Pain.
My stomach groans under the weight
Of cough medicine, flu tablets
And the heartwrenchingly difficult
Fear of Vomit.
And yet, amid all this
I am comfortable, feel safe
A good friend sits oposite me,
Sharing occasional comments
And suddenly i realise.
That sickness clears the system
From all hard feelings good emerge.
PhotographYour smiling face shimmers above me
I smile too, and my hand reaches forward
Tries, to touch your face but passes through.
What so is this feeling
Not resentment for though my heart cries out
There is bitter contentment in your presence
That knowledge that you have come to visit
In this my hour of desperate need.

I look down at the resting child
No longer a child, four long years ago now
That I held her in my arms to comfort her,
Pressed my wrinkled lips against the purple bruise
Growing quickly on her left temple.
I never knew how it was formed and yet,
She was my world, my sweet and joyful
And I long desperately to hold her o
Marys SongRaindrops fall on open windows
Inside the room a baby screams.
The mother takes it in her arms
Rocks it gently, the baby sleeps.
The mother looks down at the sleeping child
Your name is Mary, you shall do wonders.
Years later Mary sits on her bed
Her eyes alight with her tales of love
In her hand her first novel,
Dedicated to the memory of her mother and loved,
This story is the ultimate dream,
This poem a tale of her life
Mary became the first female president
Stopped wars and saved the world.

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Chesil Beach, Portland. Summer 2010. Bad quality as the picture was taken on my phone.
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~thaleia1 Apr 21, 2012  Student Photographer
it reminds of a greek beach..but good job :)
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~samjo27 Apr 23, 2012
haha its not greece trust me on that i've never left the uk and ireland :) thank you though.
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~thaleia1 Apr 24, 2012  Student Photographer
it didn't said hat it is greece... i said it reminds me of greece!!!
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~samjo27 Apr 24, 2012
aha i didnt mean any offence :) i loved it down there it was such a beautiful area even if it was raining... i just regret not getting more pictures of the weather changes on the island
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~thaleia1 Apr 25, 2012  Student Photographer
haha ok :)
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