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Bants
Whimsical is the pinnacle of my lyrical banter, Whispering into my psyche like some kind of mantra, Words weeping in the comfort of Willow Trees, They ease my narrative and become my curative, Now is the space where healing can take place, After a tough couple of days, I beat the craving and enter into…
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The Lippy Hippy
My Strap On Serendipity plays homage to my part-time Hippy, A notion which is growing in inches, pinches a little to make room for the Divine Feminim, A cacophony of happy accidents, pent up energy creating synergy, a linear approach guided by her Coach of her understanding, stranded on an Island of self-will, her need…
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Misic
The sound of ‘Baba O’ Reilly’ improves my concentration by ’11’, ‘Tonight, Tonight’ was a gift from Heaven to introduce me to my fave band and Drummer of all time, ‘The Bends’ was used to defend my honour against an abusive Father, sending me ‘Parachutes’ to ‘The Great Escape’, leaving a ‘Lump’ in my throat…
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Debra C and Mischa D’s Poetry Slam
Even if a bee leaves a rose unseen, I never saw one of the roses on the bush turn green. A cocktail of red, pink and yellow, The English flower belongs to its fellows, No envy can arise when the shared bare root is known A bouquet of fellowship – out of a common pain…
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Shadowed
Scrupulously shadowed by the widowed world of Addiction, An affliction where metamorphosis is fortified by the power that be, Shackles remain until we’re ready to ordain into the realms of spiritulisation, Capitalising on the dozen eggs which hatch at every step, Prep in full swing for your life to re-begin, A cohort of women placing…
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Perfectionistic Poetry
The running theme in my Poetry is perfectionism,Am I using it as a crutch to double Dutch on such sealing and appealing dreams? Am I to be seen as this immaculate collection infecting those who hang around me, viewing it as an aspiring level as opposed to the disheveled take they wanna break free from?…
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Contradictory Corner
I’m really frightened yet I feel like a Giant in the swing of synchronicitys, Torrid times seem to give me the rhymes I need to succeed in yet another epiphany, My swelling heart, torn apart by my Arthur’s deteriorating health, Wealth of worry summons up the courage to face some responsibility without reciprocating and radiating…
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Hear Me
It’s not absurd to wanna be heard, I have a right to my feelings, every single one of them and emotional support distorting as control and contort, Uncomfortable in your skins because vulnerability was considered a sin, bin it…..laden it with suppressed satiation, When loved ones give me the space to be me in my…
Highlights
A combination of achievements, captured Spoken Word performances, and other Recovery related pics x
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