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Thank You Guys!
Thank you to everyone who has visited and enjoyed my post. Heading for 10K likes. Appreciate it! Alex
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10 Pages of Poetry
My Poetic side. Please let these stars guide me home,The debt in which I claim, was paid in full,I crossed that line far from the road,Lost my mind, I’ve had prison bars of my own,What do I wish on? When my vision is gone,A two course collision, with a coping mechanism,And brute force…No cross road…
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Define: Writer
Define: Writer Noun: writer; plural noun: writers “The writer of the letter” “Dickens was a prolific writer”synonyms:author, wordsmith, man/woman of letters, penman, creative writer; Moreinformalscribbler, scribe, pen-pusher, hack, potboiler To look at what a writer does from this perspective doesn’t hit the bone; this only shows you the skin. Writing for me and many others worldwide…
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Love In The Time Of Mental Illness
They made me so I couldn’t love you and love within the innocent moment is the ultimate destroyer. I have been created for the purposes for a few; for their jobs to flourish when they jab in the meds, or the punching bag from the loved ones who are having a bad-day, or even the…
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We Are Talk Sick, I Mean, Toxic
Want to know why the human heart is associated with being in love? It’s because love is bloody. I read her body language and she leaves me red. I try and pack a bag, just in case our words get lost in decent descent, I’ll just take off. We are talk sick, I mean, we’re…
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About Alex
You know what word I love? …Ossify. So simple to say and it sounds amazing leaving my untrammelled lips. The word itself means to convert into bone. I don’t know how to use it in a sentence, other than the sentence I just said. Hold up, I need another drink. Life is a beautiful sport,…
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Feeling Suicidal…
I won’t leave you again. With a hug or praying hands I would squeeze my trigger until I am sent on a downward chute. I have altered my altar. I could cut my losses in a blood red gloss, gory, because he’s in a loveless story. Too wasted to waste what I want. That is…
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We Write Blogs
I’m living forever, I will die as a blogging dead writer; the haze of pipedreams will eat my illumining soul and corrupt naturally my calm nature nastily. I’m flying off the walls as this is coming off my chest, as a child I ate crayons now as an adult I am chewing on the end…
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Who Am I? 2
Monsters dine here; bring your own knives and pitchforks. Flies buzz overhead feasting on what I have left; envious of them, I shouldn’t be here either. Finger-nailing the cracks of paint hang nailing off from the wall, waiting, I fester all time. I hear a man’s laughter after my manslaughter; take me apart piece by…
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The Immortal Memoirs – Chapter 2
The Diary Of An Immortal Chapter 2 So once again, I stand on my castle tower staring at my kingdom, the sun has just set and a glow from the horizon still sits waiting to sleep, my only friend and greatest foe. The wind catches my cape and begins to make it almost alive in…
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Should I Write?
You can’t beat someone who never gives up. – Babe Ruth Sorry for the hiatus on the blog, sane people. I was having an awful couple of months when my brain wanted to relapse on me and want to give birth to all the evil thoughts stored up there all at once, but that’s neither…
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The Serial Killer – Part 3
A Killer of Love – A quiet family meal, Grace sits up close to me so I can wipe her mouth when the food falls off from the fork. Alan sits shovelling mash potato into his mouth, slowly trudging his way through his meatballs. A male reporter mimes his way through a subtitled story on…
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Still Here
I am still here. I’ve been busy working on my new novel. Sorry I had to disappear on everyone. I will keep you posted. Thanks for all the love. Drop me a message and I will reply. Be good to one another and I will see you all soon. Love you all! Alex
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The Not-So Grateful King – Fairy Tale
The Tale of the Not-So Grateful King There once was a king of Sluinn who was in love with the most beautiful black haired maiden in the land. He made the young maiden, Lucia, his queen, post haste; as he knew that he could love no other and nothing as much. At this time he…
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A Muddle Of Poems
Alex’s Poetic side. Please let these stars guide me home,The debt in which I claim, was paid in full,I crossed that line far from the road,Lost my mind, I’ve had prison bars of my own,What do I wish on? When my vision is gone,A two course collision, with a coping mechanism,And brute force…No cross road…
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A Hateful Love Letter
Each blink is too long and each beat is too much to cage and bare, so I shall rip off my eyelids to keep you in my sight’s a little longer and tear through my chest and place myself as a sacrifice to the goddess of my inner war. My lips become unworked and dry without…
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Saved By An Angel – Part 2 – Fallen
Saved By An Angel – Part Two As people shoulder straight through Jack, he seems unmoved by their barge, walking side by side with me. Crowds of people are herding either towards school or work, the whole sidewalk is ram-packed. “Okay, time for a game changer, Natalie. What I am planning to do is to…
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Love Madness
A storm just for me ripples the very skies; rain-veins on the windows as my candle burns with a hiss. I just killed a man, not a man but myself. My sanity has gone forever and all that this world is left with is the condition. From the clouds their improper faces which glare at…
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What Type Of Writer?
For my Writing Friends I stand now; I stand a man with no future as of yet, twiddled by his past and troubled by his condition but still I stand toe to toe – nose to nose with this epic-fail named my life. Yes it may have a detrimental state on my being but in life’s…
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This Pen Is A Monster, It’s The Only One That Gets Me
This pen is a monster; it’s the only one that gets me! I’m coming for it all, one last stand on every piece of paper, crumple it up and use them as bombs or make myself paper aeroplanes. Extremists, Haha! Please… I’m an extreme extremist; I eat terrorists as if they were bubble-gum, see what…
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Wordless
I treasure my secrets so this world cannot find me. An Xmarks the spot; this is why I write when I am cross. I will wait here for you, I will always be here. Keep digging the dirt from on top of me; you will never uncover my truth. Set sail for a better life, towards…
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The Serial Killer – Chalk Lines and Blood Spatters – Part 1
Alexander Kennedy. This is a narrative thought processed story of a serial killer with good intentions and also alot of raised questions about her past. Like, Comment and subscribe. Caution Adivised – Bad Language. The Serial Killer Part 1. Chalk-Lines and Blood-Spatters I am going to show all of the saners worldwide, my world. I…
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The Worst Writer In The World
That would be me… The Worst Writer in the World The world hatched and gave birth to me, silver linings are traced over with bad-luck; I’m mad as fuck, not even military precision prayers could save this mutant of the pen. A pill in my mouth, a bee in my bonnet, high as the clouds,…
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What Did I Just Write? What Was I Thinking?
The jags from their stares wrench and echo beyond my eyes, their eyes are now chock-a-block with a monster. I invert my own look towards a daydream away from this pit of despair I helped dig for them. Hands clenched within my pockets, they will never know how close they had come to a detrimental dental…
Alexander Writes 