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I Don’t Haiku…I Just Don’t Bloody Like You
A selection of my attempts over previous years at using the haiku format of poetry. I’ve often found this therapeutic in terms of allowing me to release negative thoughts from my mind by writing them down, rather than carrying them with me and having them constantly swirling around in my head. Insecurity As scared of…
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Kicking the Can
Danny had been kicking the can down the road for long enough. He was a lost soul in his own little world. Frustration and sheer boredom had led him to this place. He’d been walking the same cold, lonely streets of this old town for a lifetime. His whole lifetime; thirty-two miserable years. The shadow…
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Bobby and the Bear
I’d been breaking all the rules. Although I didn’t actually know that at the time. It wasn’t until the last day of my stay, having spent nearly a week trekking through the forests around the quaint town of Jasper in the Rocky Mountains, that I realised the numerous errors of my ways. I came across…
