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I can hear you callin’ my name,
It calls to me every night and day;
Oh, oh, oh, oooooooh, yeah,
Every night and day
You call my name every night and day.
My lost love I hear you callin’ my name
I shudder and shake as I try to find
Urge to scream your name in response
Please my love, do not worry for me
I am gone but for a moment
But it feels like an eternity.
I love you more than words can say
People cannot fathom my feelings for you
They feel it is inappropriate to love so much
But I cannot hide my feelings for you
They are so true,
Indeed my love I love you.
Eire, I am coming home
I love you Eire, never change.
It calls to me every night and day;
Oh, oh, oh, oooooooh, yeah,
Every night and day
You call my name every night and day.
My lost love I hear you callin’ my name
I shudder and shake as I try to find
Urge to scream your name in response
Please my love, do not worry for me
I am gone but for a moment
But it feels like an eternity.
I love you more than words can say
People cannot fathom my feelings for you
They feel it is inappropriate to love so much
But I cannot hide my feelings for you
They are so true,
Indeed my love I love you.
Eire, I am coming home
I love you Eire, never change.
Literature
this is the life ?
so im giving this a go.
attempting to achieve and maintain substance,
but what do I know about writing?
i never went to school
im just a freak on the side of the road
i got this pen and i got this napkin
few cloths on my back
and a paper cup
for change.
ther was a fast food stall here earlier
i dont know what time
or day
or week
or month
what year even.
he was oddly kind
gave me a hotdog for free,
which is how i got the napkin.
yeh, i know, meat is murder.
but i couldnt exactly turn round and say ima veggie mate, you got any carrots down there?
never did stick to it any way.
mice are too tasty.
coverd in a nice layer
Literature
Spark of Life
The stars look down but never intervene,
The lightning strikes while the thunder roars,
The winds howl in the torrent of rain,
The sun burns and ice chills the bones,
But even so life grows.
Literature
The weed
The Weed
Written 22/8/10, 3:00 AM
Time:30 or so minutes
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The Shell split. A tendril pokes tentatively forth. It feels the wet Earth, absorbing nutrients from the loam. The newborn shivers at the new sensations, as it writhes through the dirt. The pale skinned tentacle bores on, growing stronger as it moves, when suddenly, bright, radiant light! The creature is bathed in rays of warmth, awash in the glory of the natural light. The first leg of the journey complete, the newborn calls back to its brothers, and as it begins to darken in the sun, new shoots spring forth from their old home, following the path of the first to the pro
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i miss Eire, i lived there...moved away after 5 wonderful years...and now i want to return...but cannot.
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Hope this doesnae offend ye, bu a sang this poem lik it wis a 80s pop love song.