WRITING
Essays, prayers, poems, journals, reviews and reports from across the Rock Dove archive
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The Heart’s Ammo Dump
I’m thinking about the issues I have with break-ups, or major fall-outs, between people I love. The average person, I find, has harsh words loaded with valuable insight locked in their heart, before such a D-Day commences. The words are often loaded with the culprit’s best and well-constructed truths. I suppose it is like that…
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My Death Note
I didn’t kill myself. Even at the worst of times I find plenty worth living through. If it looks like suicide, don’t question it. Don’t look too far into it; I will never kill myself. Whoever can make my death look like a mistake or accident can do it for anybody else and get away…
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Prison
I really want people,To really be themselves,Not closed boxes on the shelves. And I know I am who I am when I am hungry,I know when I’m starving with rage,I’m not what I devour then,I’m not a menu on a page. But who will listen?Who will tell me?I’ve got the final comfort,Because those are words,Expressing…
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Alive as Light
Well,I’m alive as light,And though the moon wanes,It gleams pretty bright,Like a sickle,Sheltered by the earth from the sun. Tonight,No-one wants to hear a poem, here,Tonight,Not from me,Anyway,“Anyone could do that!”“Too right!” And I’ve gone,Up to heaven’s Flat-block,One-o-three. I’m singin’,I’m out drifting like the leaves, Its dark,Until a sunbeam touches my heart, I smile,Until im…
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Mr Guilt and his Gang
One day,Mr Guilt came over.And decided to stay. I asked him,First polite,“Whatcha doin’,What’s the craic?” “Whatcha think!?”Rudely, he spat back. I ask him:“What is it??Was it, this?Or this??” “Oh boy you better bet!”He almost said with a shout,“And this??” I quivered out,“Now that’s something,”he leers in,“Something, you won’t forget…No doubt!Not ever!It will grow like mold,…
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What True Freedom is, and why it is Difficult
This is important: I asked my mate once after we went to Orthodox Church why we’re so naturally attracted to the darkness that always ends up swallowing us and ruining us even though whatever it is, feels so satisfying and “right” at the time. No matter how long even even the best of such emotions…
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The Bicycle
This poem is inspired by passing a man teaching what appeared to be his son to ride his bike. It inspired me so I wrote this: When I see a kid learn,To ride his own bike,With a father or a friend,My gratitude soars,And my blood turns warm. I journey on about a mile,And I’m looking…
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A Love Threat
15/02/23 16:25 Roses are red,Violet’s blue,Sugar? sweet,And let me tell you,I’ll bust their nose,If they ever hurt you. As the sky turns black,As the bruises turn blue,As the blood runs red,Hot and sticky like June,I’ll go feral for you,Under Summer sun,I’ll flee and leave no sign,Evidence, or smoking gun. Roses are red,These aren’t empty threats,If…
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MORNING, NO STOPPING
13/02/23 I woke up happy this morning,No cause to complain,No bland plan, the sky’s so plain,Light in the window as I shave,No pain. Good to rock the morning,Like a star with a new song,Even if may things go wrong,I got this melody in my head! At the funeral of the old me,No body mourns for…
