W is for Weary with toil…

My favourite poem is a sonnet written by William Shakespeare. For those who may not know, a sonnet is a fourteen line poem, and few years ago, I needed to write one on the fourteenth day of a thirty day writing challenge I took on. At the time I had no faith in my ability …

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Notifications

Early in the morning,at the breaking of first light,Whether rested or run-down,Chess rouses me from night. When work stresses me out,and colleagues don't give me space,The Microwave bell never fails,to put a smile on my face. When the demons in my headrun rampant just for sport,These sounds say that for Someone,I'm more than a passing …

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Disarmed

Throughout my life I've come to find,That love and romance aren't always kind,For me there rarely was a happy end,Most preferring me as only a friend. As the years rolled by I started to secure,The atria where my deepest are stored,I erected a wall and fortified my defense,Locked and alarmed against every pretence. The smoothest …

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