Musical Poetry #15 – My Boy Builds Coffins

My Boy Builds Coffins – Florence & The Machine, Lungs

My boy builds coffins with hammers and nails
He doesn’t build ships, he has no use for sails
He doesn’t make tables, dressers or chairs
He can’t carve a whistle cause he just doesn’t care

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Musical Poetry #14: Who You Are

Who You Are – Jessie J, Who You Are

I stare at my reflection in the mirror
Why am I doing this to myself?
Losing my mind on a tiny error,
I nearly left the real me on the shelf
No, no, no, no

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Musical Poetry #13: Daydreamin’

Daydreamin’ – Lupe Fiasco, Food & Liquor

I fell asleep beneath the flowers
For a couple of hours
Such a beautiful day

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Musical Poetry #12: Through The Wire

Through The Wire – Kanye West, The College Dropout

I drink a Boost for breakfast, an Ensure for dessert
Somebody ordered pancakes, I just sip the sizzurp
That right there could drive a sane man berserk
Not to worry, Mr. H-to-the-Izzo’s back to wi-zerk
How do you console my mom or give her light support
Telling her her son’s on life support?

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Musical Poetry #11 – Jealous

Jealous – Labrinth

I’m jealous of the rain
That falls upon your skin
It’s closer than my hands have been
I’m jealous of the rain

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Quote Of The Month – December 2020

I’ve abandoned quite a few stories over the years. I think all writers have.

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Three Weeks Into November 2020

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I don’t know what I’m planning on writing right now. All I know is that I’ve been absent on here. I’ve been absent in the commitment I made to myself to write regularly. And maybe I feel particularly guilty right now as it’s NaNoWriMo. A time of year when would-be novelists the world over come together to write beautiful stories together even though they may be worlds apart.

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Quote Of The Month – November 2020

Who doesn’t like stuff? I like stuff.

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Musical Poetry #10 – Video

Video – India. Arie, Acoustic Soul

Sometimes I shave my legs and sometimes I don’t
Sometimes I comb my hair and sometimes I won’t
Depend of how the wind blows I might even paint my toes
It really just depends on whatever feels good in my soul

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Quote Of The Month – October 2020

A few months ago, I wrote about the book Skint Estate by Cash Carraway.

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