August 14, 2013
by Martha L Shaw

It was late.
I was tired.
All was quiet.
I needed to hear your voice
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May 21, 2013
by Chatty Owl
I hate you.
Your blunt way of avoiding me,
in a manner
of the cold state of my coffee.
Your frosty words,
that are more frigid
than your heart.
Where the hell are you?
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May 7, 2013
by Chatty Owl
Drifted hearts
beat to a rhythm
of a whistling wind –
not in tune,
but
making noise all the same.
Troubles,
like red pulsating clots
bleed their way
into the stream of my life,
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April 21, 2013
by Chatty Owl
One word
to let you down or
out of misery.
One step –
to jump across
or fall in
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April 16, 2013
by Chatty Owl
Cattle
set wild,
like gold fishes into the ocean –
wet scales
into unknown waters.
Literally.
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April 13, 2013
by Chatty Owl
It’s green, zesty orange and yellow,
bright chilli colour on fingers,
inauguration of smells,
aroma in my mouth,
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April 6, 2013
by Chatty Owl
Dirty taste of wet water.
Don’t remember all the sins I committed,
but
I still dip my toes and run my fingertips
in a shamefully disguised surprise
about
how sinister my past is.
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March 28, 2013
by Chatty Owl
Longing temptations
make eyelids forget to sleep
you are a torment.
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March 19, 2013
by Chatty Owl
Warm tickles of the sun,
in egg-yolk-yellow.
I rest my eyelids shut,
as if assuring world around me
that
I’m fine.
Inhale the breeze,
soak in the fluffy clouds,
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March 12, 2013
by Chatty Owl
You say,
bridges are built,
so him and her
could cross rivers over,
in order to hold hands,
even for a brief moment.
You say,
these steel and concrete giants
are here to remind us
of all the forced decisions
we took,
because we had to,
as we march across the cement pavements,
reaching destinations,
A to B.
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March 5, 2013
by Chatty Owl
These stories about your life,
they remind me of exclamation marks –
loud sounds with no impact,
just an airless vacuum of preservation’s.
You take me by the hand
and tell me all about your dreams
of our future,
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February 27, 2013
by Chatty Owl
Eyes. Closed.
Mouth. Not.
Neither are legs.
Hands. Locked.
Together with yours.
Above us.
Smells. Intensified.
Movements. Quicker.
Than the heart rate.
Lover-like. Affairs.
Animal-like. Actions.
Us. Lusting.
Over each other.
With no. Happy end.
To finish off. With.
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