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AGE: 23
LOC: United Kingdom
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: June 20

My name is Polly and i have been writing on and off, frequently and infrequently since i was about 8/9- totally dependent upon how i feel about life. The good times i’m too busy living life to write about it, owing to this much of my poetry is ignited from burning questions or long periods of confusion that torture my conscience. I’m a student at the University of Newcastle Upon Tyne, studying Sociology and anyone in the area intersted in setting up a poetry club, or knows of one please contact me, as i think poetry only really comes alive when one has an audience to witness it… otherwise the words are nothing more than thoughts that pass us by…. have a read, and i will do my best to read yours too.

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Poetry / St James' St
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 They were different sizes and some shouted -were obcene and we loved it  the calibrie rustling tustling all in short short shorts   They hang around here Sitiing next to the newsagents wrapped in yesterdays tragedy.   Big and round they smile greatig all who dares to dabble  in the exhibition  of others lives all is 20p   Alot stood behind the saxaphonist most carried big big no no no to slavery thier hands blistered   the sun shines here in my beautif...
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 All the pie and peaches wouldn't make me, tea would help but I couldn't promise. I take it with toast thickly sickly butter yum yum chomp chomp A custard cream hmmm well how things seem well maybe -just a spoon of sugar my dear speak into my left ear. Ah yes well for a spoon of pud one soon might could Let me lick your spoon Yes okay Have it done by noon. 
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 It ended fast and she forgot about the void that would come   All this time choice crippled by poverty bitch red tape   Spirited Promises gloat from thier smiles the sun shines gayly   Curly dances twirl the butterflies twinkling mid day heat   sweaty knees shine the coffee's strong bitter sweet coating my tongue   the big blue glistens deep pat pat pat hot stone hot stones warm my palms home.
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I could pretend, as I have done before -and shall do again That I do not mind, that it is her eyes you look to -And not mine I could deny, that it aches that you don’t bleed - my warn heart But I wont, I will wait. The anger rising bitter inside Until the nausea sets in and I vomit all my hearts secrets With a violent tongue.
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Poetry / Idle Sack Days
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Dizzy with the doubts of lost opportunity My stomach swells, the nausea rises- causing me to faint I can taste the threat of disease on my tongue And my head aches a dull thud, leaving me numb Waiting for this phase to end I dream of all my tomorrows I know in my heart, that they will too fool me But hope is the only virtue onto which I can pray To seize the day and takes my hours away- and let me sleep I kill too much time; I waste my days with laze My body is still, but my mind a fountain o...
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Haiku/Senryu / Uprooted
wow. very emotive and raw for such s short poem. The last line 'stripped of dignity' is very powerful. well done
Poetry / Domination
i liked this, because it invokes a sense of mystery, however i couldn't quite deciper the story behind the words... but it still touched me! (would you care to elaborate?)
Haiku/Senryu / A Cat Sits Watching
This reads a prologue to a novel- it acts a warning to the reader, despite the similie of the cat as a stone we're aware it is only a matter of time before the cat shall shall cast upon its prey. Short but sweet, nice.
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Poetry / On Your Lips
Short, concise, thought invoking and extremely clever.. I like this. The way you talk about yourself on their lips is as if this is the way you see them viewing you and you are unsure as to how true thier perception is. " On your lips, are mine in wet detail The memories of another life so vaguely familiar… ," It almost sounds as if there is a secret nesstled somewhere behind those memories?
Poetry / Maybe Baby
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