Tag: words
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Sticks, Stones and Silent Scars
By Mark Quinn There’s that bell again, ringing in my ears—Sticks, stones, and silent scars,Ringing in my ears.Sitting under a tree, all alone,Watching the top guys on their throne.Wishing I could be a part—I don’t even know where to start.Lonely and alone,No company, even when I’m at home.My only friend is no action man,He’s not
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Life
Sometimes life can be really shit, you don’t want to hear everything will be alright, but it will be alright.I wrote this poem a year or two back, but life still keeps on throwing shit. I also did this futuristic poem to music and pictures. It is inspired by the future of AI and what
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Thinking
Thinking.What do you think about?Are there times when you think far too much?As a writer I have thoughts hopping through my mind all the time; good and bad. I tend to overthink things that are not at all important, but they keep on coming. My mind is like a fast-flowing river with golden brown leaves
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Ice Cubes and a Tea Pot
By Mark Quinn Ice Cubes and a TeapotBy Mark Quinn Throughout the world in times gone past,and believe me time does travels fast;we have been at war and seen no peace;just like a sheep that’s lost it’s fleece.There is no heaven, there is no God;except a monkey with a fishing rod!The planet is mad, but
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Sea
By Mark Quinn Do I like a rough sea?Or do I like a calm one?See it bash the rocksand shake me from my socks;dip my toes in the Med,the sun beating down on my head.Whitby in the winterwith waves as high as a kite?On the sands of Lindoswith reflections in the moonlight?See the ships get
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