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Sunday, 23 March 2014

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MeganRose: 18, gettin' through life like any folk does. Norfolk-born, city girl at heart... Pansexual. I like blues music, old films, reading/writing poetry and all things sentimental. I'm also a feminist…

Waiting For A Hero

This poem was written after seeing a picture of Stella Vine’s latest public painting which was used as a backdrop for The Chapman Family’...
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Uninvited sensibilities That make me squirm Give me fruit sweetened By sugar and I will Come to you in understanding To cherish everything ...
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We are only the marks we leave on others The brash attempts to leave ourselves unscarred We are the voices inside the withered heads Of tho...
NIghtwood
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Within my hand I held a rose And each petal I kissed With a fondness As if it were the last Flower upon this earth And the only ...
The Idol

Do you smile with white, gleaming teeth? And what about your hair... is it long and blonde? Oh and you’ll have to be a size 4 – 6… If not, t...
Unfcomfortably Numb

I clench my hand into a fist Dig the nails in deep I need to know that I’m still alive There is nothing I can do to keep Myself from go...
The Nuclear Family

There once was a couple Who had it all; Money, fame and Their own grand hall. But their nights were restless As they tried...
She Only Had Herself to Blame...

After reading 'Inspector Calls' by JB Priestly and Marilyn Monroe's biography, I put the themes together along with my own ideas...
The Apple Tree

The seed we planted Has grown no crop Instead before me Begins to grow – an apple tree You said we’ll take the fruit once ripened And use ...

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