Love is notThere are no strings that hold it up
There is no life that binds it to earth It's not tangible, or in a plastic cup You can't measure it to find its girth It doesn't exist in a physical state There is no way to break it with a hammer It does not live apart from hate It is not above the noise and clamour Love does not stop just because we say so Love is not blind to reality and truth Love does not stop at the point we go Love in the old is not the same in youth Love is not perfect or ideal Love is only ever what we make it Love is always, to the owner, real Love is good unless you make it shit
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The impossible listDon't let them see you are terrified Kathryn wouldn't Always be ready to make the right decision Just like Kathryn You must only ever: Be compassionate Put others first Hold the worries of all Empathise, never patronise Be strong Be a good girl Be like Kathryn Photo by Jill Heyer on Unsplash
A trio of Limericks - kindaThere once was a man from Cork
Who everyone called a dork He decided to embrace it And no longer give a shit That he knows all the names for an Orc There once was a girl from Thailand Who loved to lie on the sand One day she was lazing The sun was a-blazing And the men stood around with a fan There once was a boy from Brighton Who could only sleep with the light on His mum told him not to be scared He thought that meant she never cared So he ended up more neurotic than Kryton Just read the poem and enjoy it, alright?Dearest muse, won't you bring me the words |
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