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Travelling to Pearse StationThe doors slide open and I take my place beside the window. Underneath, wheels start rolling and the pulse of motion begins. I take out my poetry book and the words of Yeats dance in front of me, Touching my mind and making my heart ache for reasons I have yet to understand.Travelling to Pearse Station
He dreams of immortality and I'm struck by the conclusion That life and death are irrevocably tied.
The train stops to let people off and as the winter sun blinds me I realise that each of the stations has a story or memory behind it. Then it is my turn to get off at my point and place where I need to be
by ~happy-go-lucky-girl
Halloween, Cork 2008Traipsing along the rolling hills,Halloween, Cork 2008
We immerse ourselves in forests
Of startling greens and striking amber. The soft gorund gives way to feet That have grown since the last visit. Cold winds nip at our ears As winter threatens to devour.
This is the place of our dreams and games, Fodder for our endless imaginations. The sun reflects on the leaves And shines to illuminate the copse. We duck under low lying branches In this tunnel of trees.
Suddenly we're out and grass turns to rock. The green beneath our feet is egg-splattered grey. The roc
by ~happy-go-lucky-girl
AutumnThe days are shorter, The suns orange fingers reaching out earlier now. The trees bear their fruit which falls On to the leaf covered ground.Autumn
Autumn has always been my favourite season. I have fond memories of collecting chestnuts, The butterflies when I started back at school every year, The warm colours and the hot chocolates.
There's something about it. The days are tinged with hope and novelty and freshness; A renewed energy and a tentative optimism That make me fill with a happiness I almost can't describe
by ~happy-go-lucky-girl
RomanceHere we are in the land of first loves and momentary crushes. It's strange to notice how everything seems to pass by but you start to notice a pattern. There it is, that first flirt. It could mean any number of things but lets assume it was meant in that ancient way of 'we should get together'. We should for a moment ignore innocent flirts, flirts which weren't meant to be flirts and all that stuff in between. It's now up to the other person. Will they flirt back? And if they do, and it also means the same thing what now? So it's not an exact science. Not at all. It's not even like trying to predict the weather. That had some continuityRomance
by ~happy-go-lucky-girl
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Death of a SalesmanFor Pat MolloyDeath of a Salesman
My grandfather Knew a full country’s worth Of men, from Donegal to Dublin, And Kerry to Kilkenny He had tread every path.
And yet, a Tullaroan funeral? As the crowds descended I wondered had Such a crossroads village Ever seen the like? Lisdoonvarna? Or the Freshford Festival, you know, conkers…
The man was a huge figure Five feet, four-and-a-half inches tall But insurmountable. Remembered, tributed, “A great loss”, quietly forgotten…
by ~molloycorey
Dday beachby ~joda38
Please stay my friendI'm an idiot, I was there, I took too much, From the words "I care". You gave me sunshine You gave me life, But nothing more, Now so hard to type.Please stay my friend
I thought you wanted Me as something more, I took a risk and asked you, Just like before. I'm sorry for assuming I was good enough for you, Nothing like that ever was Nor ever can be true.
So I'm begging now For you to stay by me, I know I don't deserve it But with you I'm free. I promise I won't ask you,
That question again, If only you'll stay close, &
by ~ash2742
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- Current Residence: Ireland
- Interests: Writing, drama, karate and reading
- Favourite movie: Anything that can make me laugh
- Favourite band or musician: Em... either the Blizzards, the Coronas, the list goes on
- Favourite genre of music: Rock/Alternative
- Operating System: Windows Vista
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Personal Quote: Writing is my therapy
- Tools of the Trade: My laptop as well as random notebooks which I often end up losing
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