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someone who believes in myths, who has an imagination, who feels free from any reality. Someone people should admire because in this hectic, crazy, conformist world, we need creative thinkers who go beyond everyday experiences and wisdom.

» Posted By Georgie On 08.18.2014 @ 9:03 pm


Everything was different. Calm almost. But the younger girl could tell something was out of place because of the stillness of the trees. They didn’t move, branches didn’t sway in the wind. They were frozen.

» Posted By Georgie On 04.24.2014 @ 5:34 am


tales of tails
of tail ends of cars
i remember the back of our car
our cars
one after another
leaving one behind at that jaguar dealership
where it was not welcome
i think i cried
to think of it’s future tales
when it was the first tale i remember

» Posted By Georgie On 03.11.2013 @ 9:00 pm


Premeditated instructions to achieve a certain result. Set of rules in order to get to particular result

» Posted By Georgie On 12.24.2012 @ 2:20 pm


as some sort of fait accompli – a justifcation of why you don’t care dressed up as being loving and caring and totally not too blame…cowardly smiling face

» Posted By georgie On 12.11.2012 @ 5:32 am


used for liostning to usic and rocking out to when ever you feel the need

» Posted By Georgie On 09.09.2012 @ 1:20 am

beauty music heaven love pain fear alone my boyfriend wears them around his neck I love the way he does, I have big black headphones I wear them on the train then I know everything is going to be okay.

» Posted By georgie On 09.08.2012 @ 6:14 pm


comfort is cuddles, kissed, feeliing okay with ones ouw self, and feeeling happy with what you are doing and who you are, not feeling down, but just right. comfort is being at ease and feeling great and good inside

» Posted By georgie On 08.21.2012 @ 2:32 am


I had a key. It was really, really big. It was used for opening my heart. When I found the person I truly loved, I had to give it to them, so they could unlock me. It was kinda sad, really. In the old days, you just loved without complications. Now, you have to exchange keys. If you don’t get the key back, it’s bad. Really bad.

» Posted By Georgie On 08.05.2012 @ 11:03 am


This is a quest, every day making the best.
Every day making it better, down to the letter.
It is a micro quest, not Don Quixote-esque.

» Posted By Georgie On 05.22.2012 @ 2:04 am


cow. Finer feelings, respect for someone elses views…..can’t say that maybe you don’t think or feel or share the same view……it’s a dangerous notion, an imprisonment, a threat, vague and looming, unspecified in it’s possible consequences……

» Posted By georgie On 02.04.2012 @ 11:17 am


wellies, mud, sweaty condensation filled tents, thumping bass beats, muntered idiots, grimey grubby skin, no privacy, disgusting toilets, tat and overpriced food concessions….been there, done that, didn’t bother buying the tee-shirt.

» Posted By georgie On 01.31.2012 @ 11:40 am


The dust in my chest, thick and heavy and long undisturbed. The exhibits unidentifiable. Museum pieces those feelings, undisturbed and blank behind a glass wall.

» Posted By georgie On 11.27.2011 @ 3:02 am


all the pretty horses, the herd, galloping, a rolling thunder, pounding across the plain. Manes and tails, glorious pennants whipping in the wild wind, curling and furling like the rolling grass, streaming over the mighty slopes

» Posted By georgie On 11.24.2011 @ 2:33 pm


the noise, the rolling clouds of mist, obscuring his view across the huge fall of water. He stepped into the rushing white wall, it hit him like a block of concrete, he crumpled.

» Posted By georgie On 11.24.2011 @ 7:16 am


is the best medicine. An old cliche, but one of the truest. Laugh like a silly child who has no cares, let it roll you around on your belly, tickle the bits that other stimulus can’t reach, roar and cry and gasp for breath….

» Posted By georgie On 11.22.2011 @ 7:27 am


she flipped the cards, totally absorbed, frowning, at one with the patterns and the signs, she seemed the least lonely person on the whole boat.

» Posted By georgie On 11.17.2011 @ 1:00 pm


and flowers. It’s nice, always. Nice to get given flowers by someone whose heart beats a little bit faster when they see you…whose heart threatens to burst into bloom like a glorious peony, all ruffles and delicate shuddering petals, unfolding and unfolding endlessy

» Posted By georgie On 11.17.2011 @ 2:46 am


out of context, the girl stared middle distance. Not knowing any names or faces left her at a to make friends in this new unfamiliar city.

» Posted By georgie On 11.14.2011 @ 4:52 am


diamond shards, splitting the clean light into jewels and beams of glowing rainbows

» Posted By georgie On 11.12.2011 @ 11:51 pm


Beginnings come from endings. It is a ceaseless process, the circle of life, the wheel of fortune, the natural order of all things. Grief and celebration, welcomes and farewells, wishes for the future and nostalgia for what has passed.

» Posted By georgie On 11.12.2011 @ 3:10 am


I can feel each whorl, each tiny ridge and curve, an invisible tattoo, burning into my flesh, where you briefly touched the tips of your fingers to my unsuspecting palm.

» Posted By georgie On 11.10.2011 @ 2:18 am


Very very shiney shoes. A little girl, so proud of these tight, stiff, shiney, tippety tappety things, just like mama’s high heels….how quickly little girls wish to grow up, how long they spend rue-ing the loss of their unreclaimable youth…….

» Posted By georgie On 11.08.2011 @ 11:55 am


is here. The leaves are burning up and dropping like dying embers on the damp earth, the trees naked and skeletal against hard grey skies.

» Posted By georgie On 11.08.2011 @ 6:19 am


the rain falls from the sky in heavy thunderous sheets, flooding the streets and drains, until the roads run in full spate like rivers in a great northern spring melt.

» Posted By georgie On 11.04.2011 @ 3:38 pm


You meet someone, and they don’t tick the boxes you think are important. On paper it looks like a disaster. Your star signs clash, they are blue collar…or white collar, they smoke, they don’t smoke, they hate family sundays…..

» Posted By georgie On 11.03.2011 @ 12:03 pm


seriously, I mean, seriously…like a religious conversion, that boy’s walk, didn’t even see his face. I just knew, in that single moment, the day after I turned 16, that I wasn’t a girl anymore. I was an acolyte.

» Posted By georgie On 11.02.2011 @ 3:25 pm


It was a blindside. Out of nowhere, suddenly the world was a new, an entirely different place. Now I can start. Now I can be, and laugh as I go…

» Posted By georgie On 11.01.2011 @ 4:51 pm


Autumn gales whip at the branches, the green summer finery ripped to blaxing tatters of red and gold, whirling like bonfire embers against the boiling blue black sky.

» Posted By georgie On 10.29.2011 @ 6:30 am


cleverness, over substance? NO, for it to be artistry it must have both, not just the briefly impressive fireworks. Floristry, forestry, interesting word…

» Posted By georgie On 10.27.2011 @ 4:16 am

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