The love I had for you is all now gone
I killed it off with a silver shotgun
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TODAY
It seems we get so used to things so quickly
A life lived, easily forgotten and left behind
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An evening spent with the children of the children of the holocaust
Different lives
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A year of no regrets? Would surely wanton abandon would ensue?
Intriguing experiment it could be, to play with the role of a free me.
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One is the loneliest number that you will ever know
One hope for redemption from the darkness below
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PROCESS
Arrive too afraid to even speak
To strange house on Irish peak
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Chathamina Lush
I wish I didn’t have to work tomorrow
Not have to face the pain or the sorrow
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Petra Creffield is a writer, photographer, teacher and film maker. Born in Leeds and educated as photographer, graduating from the University of Brighton in 1997. Currently a lecturer in photography at The University College for The Creative Arts, in Kent. Still a practising and enthusiastic photographer and film-maker, she has also written poetry since her teens and has been regularly performing her poetry for the last two years at various venues in Brighton and Kent. As well as solo performances, she also appears regularly with 'The Writing Sisters Collective' an international group of female performance poets. (myspace.com/writingsisterscollective1) My poetry along with intended images can be found here: www.darkpoetry.com/dp/16144 Photography Portfolio Site http: //web.mac.com/petracreffield Photography and Poetry www.myspace.com/petracreffield)
Cloud Gazing
pause
reboot
keep running, keep movin on
keep this train a chugging
keep this show on the road
onwards and upwards
older, wiser, still optimistic
bring it all on, keep moving on
pushing this life along
the road to nowhere
it’s a wild ride
and im livin it to the full
maxing it out, faxing it out
nothing to lose and everything to gain
live fast, die young
lets get it on
like all the heroes that went before
jump in the deep end
leave that parachute behind
dance in the free fall
let's get lost in this world
spin in giddy circles
till we fall dizzy into the damp grass of home
can you hear my heart beating
alive in my chest
all fear is now gone
I saw my death and decided to live
Member: Paula Robinson Comment: Petra.....you are a mental case in the most fabulous sense! I can't find a single piece of your work that I don't like or can't relate to. I look forward to reading more. Paula x
Scarlett Treat (1/23/2007 2: 30: 00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Considering the subject matter, this is very, very funny! Need a good laugh? ? Read ARSE, by Petra Creffield!