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Why do we fall?So that we learn to pick ourselves up again!Don't be afraid I have fallen into a darker place and climbed out again. I wont drop you. I promise.I fall in love and I am broken by itI fall apart and love reassembles meI fall asleep and drown in my dreamsI fall into a dream and loose it when I wakeI fall out of bedI falland I get up again

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Sell your books, return your clothes, erase everything of you from my room:the love letters you wrote to me,the scent of your perfume on my bed sheets,the writing you left on my wall -all of them are gonebut your fingerprints are all over meand still it's your voice I hear when I sleepyour face I see when I close my eyesyour name that echoes.It's your heart I hear beatingand your lips I long to

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Why do we fall? How do we get up again? How do we forget the nightmare pain of impact? Why do we fall again?All I remember is that I am falling - I have been for almost an eternity. The ghosts of someone else's dream surround me as a plummet towards what must be hell.I am faceless. I am nameless. I suffer someone else's punishment am gulty of someone else's crimes.I want to forget to never

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When love fails we do not. We go on - not because we want to; not because we have to; not because we should; but because we go on. Once born there is no going back - we are compelled onward towards the nothing with no choice but to go on

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Have you ever felt that you've taken a wrong turn. I can hear the world calling me and I can see the answer it needs me to give but I can't becuase I'm stuck. I have become what I despise. I have become the opposite of myself, my negative image. I stay within - afraid to go outside. Afraid to be with others. Afraid to be alone. I am a ghost yet still living. I am a shape. I used to be

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Belonging, Destiny and DifferenceWhen I think about belonging somewhere two things come to mind. That I'm supposed to be somewhere else - that my destiny is elsewhere. And second that I am so different and so alone that I don't belong here. It's the ultimate question "why I am here?" "Why don't I fit?" "Where should I be and who should I be with?"There's a story from the Old Testament about

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You were my anesthetic,I numbed the world with you.I tasted nothing from your lips,feel nothing form your hands.Felt nothing.I vaccinated myself with you -broke myself upon you.You were my substitute for lust,my inoculation against love.When I close my eyes I still see your faceeven when I sleep the emptiness stinks of youbut there's nothing interesting about younothing beautiful,nothing.In my

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I have the same dream every night. When there was no moon and no stars. When her hair brushed gently on my chest. Our lips touching, her nails digging into my skin. The sound of our breathing drowned by the song of the wind in the trees and the feeling of the hard ground beneath us.I can still taste her on his lips when I wake, but she is gone. I have forgotten her voice, I can't see her face. I

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Nothing makes sense anymore.My work ... has no reason to go on.My days are endless and pointless.I fall through them, I fall through the minutes and the hours,without sleeping but never awake.She is in someone else's arms and I could write the saddest wordsbut I cannot write and I cannot feel sad tonight.I wander in the darkness, I wander alone -always alone. I don't want to be here.I don't want

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I want to forgetI want to fall to sleepnever wake againI want to stay there there, in the darkWhere I can still seea face,a handWhere I can almost taste ...NoNo, I want to forgetI want to fall to sleepnever wake againI want to stay there there, in the dark where there's nothingto keep me into keep me upto keep me outI want to forgetI

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For University College DublinIn here we are like abominable seabirds,we quack & crow - squawking over scraps of thought; killing and eating one another to protect our territory;clinging to the same shit-covered rock that drifts in the Atlantic.Each of us as lost as the other, and all of us forgetting how to fly.

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About four years ago myself and some friends ran a "chain poem" experiment in college.Each week we'd put a box on a table with a photo above it. Beside the box was a note explaining what it was and asking people to write something inspired by the photo on a piece of paper, and to drop that into the box.There was the obscene story of Raymond Frisby and what he did up the "Cadbury cul-de-sac"

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A version of this pom was published in November 2008 in the Anthology Fishing for Change.---------I brought her to the forest on the daythe snow melted. I brought her to the clearing where we watched squirrels in November;to the wood where she sang as we slept inthe grass; to the trees where the crows called to greet us. I brought her to the forest; to the robin’s tumble-down garden;

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There once was a girl who lived by a lake,and I fell in love with the girl who lived by the lake.But when I sang to her and told her that I loved her, I made her cry.She told me that I had said the cruelest things and ran away.Alone on the lake shore I tried to drown myself.I held my head beneath the water, but each time I pushed it down the waves threw me back.Crying that I wanted to die for

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I began this blog months ago having decided what I would not use it for,but now that list of priorities seems ... skewed.The virtual world ... this virtual life ... is far more absurd and pointless than the real thing,and there's no reason why I shouldn't be just as silly here as I am in real life.There will be poems,there will be jokes,(there will be boring philosophy lectures from time to time)

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Theatre review: Life's a Dream produced by Rough Magic Theatre Company, performed in the Project Arts Theatre in Dublin, Ireland. I was in audience for the April 18th performance of Life's a Dream and had been looking forward to this production as Rough Magic are, in my opinion, one of the most innovative theatre companies working in Ireland. I also love this play, unfortunately the performance

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And so it begins...my first blog and hopefully it will start to grow over time.

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