Josephine Brisley's Writings
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Oct.05.2012
'She'.
She feared of being on her alone.My heart scream in turmoil.I try to get her to open her heart to me.A tiny drip plug it away passed her long lashes.
I do my best to understand.She refuse to say.Why is she so afraid?She feared of being on her alone.
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Oct.05.2012
The Stairs
The stairs I climb within my soul.My soul is tinted from within.And there is nothing to compare too.No crack shall break through.The soul is enraged with despair.The narrow tunnel of emptiness is air itself.
The Cove
I am here in my sear mind, twist of fate at in the cove.In cove of midnight were I am, alone with all these...
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Oct.05.2012
Late Summer Evening.
The melon pink in grave it self in the clouds.As a bowl of haze begining to fall a sleep.A song comes sailing across the trees.The candles are melted within their boxes.
The ragdolls are tucked up.The squeaking of the day has drift.Quiet as the beam of hope dawn.
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Oct.05.2012
Slip the cold breeze as drive through the air, as my hair dwindle itself as dances from my head.The world in my sense is wicked one at best, the drained on the reality is people morbid sense of self-worth.Everyone thinks own them something, when it my days you work hard and have respect for you and other.
I am slightly gone on wine but hey everyone need to relax...
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Short Story
Nov.16.2011
Little Boy Lost.
A small boy wander around lost. Hes country has being torn to shreds by the war. He homeland has come rumble and crates in the earth. Nothing was stand whole. The people were scavenge round for any bit food. Some were wish that they hadn't being wash brain by Hitler. The devil himself in human form.
He think that he in area where he used live....
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Short Story
Nov.15.2011
The Mice.
A mice run out of the field as fast tiny legs would carry him, not far behind was farmer with his tractor. He glance round to see if noise of wheels were ready crush him. He weaver in and out of golden...
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Nov.15.2011
The Vanity.
In two in the morning, she busy hoover under the table in the dining room for tenth time from six in the evening when she came home from work, next polish and clean glass ware...
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Short Story
Nov.15.2011
The First Daughter.
A child stands alone in the corner, weeping quietly at first. But get loud just make sure at whole world know she there. The world just stare straight pass her. Sure must bring this on herself? 4 foot young person...
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Short Story
Nov.15.2011
Normal.
Abundance living is what needing in her life to bring some normality, she heard they brains...
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Poem
Nov.15.2011
My Son.
While I sitting here waiting for life end.With ‘The Fall of the House of Usher’ just out gasp.My hand is weakening with cold in my cripple joints.The creaking for my bones is enough to call the grim reaper himself.Wake up my son; your father is calling you.The ‘Raven’ is at my window with his black feathers.But my son must come.
My Father.
I am woken by...
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"Words to cut your emotions with.
Words to make you feel worthless with" By me from poem.”
About Josephine
I am young/ middle aged woman. Who has being my friends that my writing is modernist literature and being compare to Faulkner more than twice more like four time. Recently re sit my English GCSe and got D. I have characterizes of dyslexia. I am not have...
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