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Sunday, April 19, 2009


Sixteen

"Sixteen"
(Just a quick sketch)

Are you still daddy's little girl?
Are you still the girl who used to heave her face upon my shoulder and cry?
Are you still the girl who's tears I'd wipe away in the dark hours of the night?
Do you want to put away your baby toys? Your plastic dolls?
Are you still the girl with pink ribbons in her braided hair?
The child who held my hand so tight?

Now it's time I let you grow out to find things out for yourself
When you come home late of night reeking of your boys
Do you think I can't see the disappointment in your eyes?
Yet I can never ever stop myself from loving you
You'll always be your daddy's little girl.

Maljam, 19 April 2009




Sunday, February 15, 2009


Savage Chickens



Friday, December 05, 2008


Random Jottings

The truth is all there right in front of you
Written out in black and white
Plain as your mind can see
I just didn't realise you couldn't read.

Flying
Freedom
Carefree
Absolute
Conscious
Delicious

Love lost
Unrequited affection
Loneliness
Dissatisfaction
Uncertainty
Everyone is mad
To some degree or other

Lost my faith while I was crossing the bridge
On the journey that begun the day I met you
Loss of vision
Directionless wanderings

Love lust friendship affection
Affliction addiction


Sunday, May 04, 2008


Whups

It took me about 10 minutes to remember not only my log-in for this particular account, but the password as well. It's been that that long since I've used it. But it's alright now... I've kept a current record of it. Even as I'm writing this now, I've just remembered where I'd kept a record of those details online! D'oh! it's simply because it was under an old old old email account! D'oh to me! Not to worry.



Blah

Once there was a way
to eat without feeling the need to eat
Just eating for the sheer joy of it
rather than feeling as though
It's something you have to do
Just to keep your blood pumping,
A reason to get out of bed everyday.

But not everyday.

Some days are better than others.

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