Ripples

Ripples of hope

Ripples of hope moving across bodies of water & land. Ripples of hope lapping against bodies, real bodies. Small thoughts that give birth to big ideas. Single words that build sentences of justice. Tiny acts that go unnoticed by the many, but felt deeply by the one. These are the ripples of hope that make […]

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Give me hope

We are born into hope A wide open world waiting for us, anticipating our arrival ‘Dream big little one,’ we hear And so we do, because everything is possible when nothing is impossible  We discover the world without fear of failure, without fear of wrong turns, without fear at all We hope, and then we […]

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polka dot scars

Do you know a girl with cigarette burns in her skin? Scarred little polka dots, that dot all over her. It’s not sweet, nor pretty especially when you consider that that’s her childhood etched into her skin. Burn for burn. Ash for ash. She’s still only just a child, but she carries a child inside […]

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the last word

He gets the last word in, yes, He does. Every time. Even when the life that you built with blood and tears is crumbling all around you. The foundation was strong and the walls weren’t paper thin. The roof had its holes, but nothing can be perfect. For it was yours and yours to keep […]

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front to back

We’ve got to have it all under control. Tightly tied together. Life’s little strings can’t be left hanging loose. What mess, what clutter. They’re showing all our imperfections. ‘Cos we’re all perfect, we’re alright. Well that’s how it appears when you see us floating on the surface. You’d think it true until you looked long […]

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love is war

This is not mushy, it is in no way weak. Your kind of love fights the battle with its hands and stomps on the grave with its feet. It is all at once fierce and comforting, defeating and forgiving. Your love means war. War against love-me-not.

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of this i am guilty

Memory is no longer a simple memory etched in a mind where it is kept as a one-in-a-kind. Where you colour it and twist it, but it’s all still caught up inside for just you to see. When did we start to feel the pressure to take notes and snapshots to remember a moment that […]

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the missing piece is a word

I’ve got something brewing. It’s an idea and I don’t know whether it’s mine yet. I’d prefer it to be something greater than just mine. It’s up there and I don’t quite know how to bring it down here to earth. It ebbs and flows, swaying to a beat. I understand that thinking and acting […]

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