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My letter to Mr. Claus

Grown Pip.

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National Letter Writing Day

So, today 7th December 2015 is national letter writing day and I’ve been so busy that I almost forgot! 

Saying that, just before the time clocked 24:00 (0:00) I wrote a letter to Father Christmas (Santa Claus) since we’re in the festive season etc. 

Enjoy (haha) 

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she said i was once a romantic;

the most chivalrous man

that ever walked the face of earth.

he asks her what happened?

why had it become a thing of once

and now a matter of what -

she stares thinly at me,

bewildered at the thought of what’s occurred,

why has it come to this?

the most chivalrous man

to ever walk the face of earth,

what has become of him?

chivalry is dead my darling - he says,

it in fact can’t be dead

because it is a myth,

a perception of the imagination,

but my darling she replies,

it was the greatest myth,

the greatest perception imagery could ever shape.

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To a Love that Once Was

Had time any patience,

This life would be all but simple

And I would feel not

The pain and loss;

that lives within me.

Would time be still

This moment of ours would be to cherish,

For you make me so content

And I have fallen for you,

But you know not

The joy you bring,

For you are my happiness,

My sun and shade,

But I cannot have you,

And that aches my lonely heart.

Had we a different time and place

This world would be ours to make,

For I would rid of all clocks

To stay in time with you —

A never-ending moment of peace;

For you are my sanctuary,

My warmth,

My breath.

by Grown Pip.

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lovers weep.

callow youths lost in time,

the feeling of reality thin as a feather;

dreams with realism

of life… and death.

time never stood still,

pacing,

fleeing the wilderness of their youthful love…

or was it all just lust?

draped in black,

they stood frozen in the midst of space,

mourning the loss of their love -

intertwined for the final moment,

tears running wild down their baby-soft cheeks;

mislead by the desires of lust -

love shows no emotions,

pain nurtures bitterness 

as love grooms naivety -

time as always,

their eternal foe.

by Grown Pip.

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The importance of detail is never understood until it is written. 

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Original poetry - ‘Jan. 28’ - Grown Pip. 

(composed: 17/1/15)