If only poetry was like love.
Oh the words i would write for you.
The clever rhymes I could
conjure onto a page with
your name attached.
If only poetry was like love.
Maybe my hands wouldnt
tremble so much.
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Random thoughts and ideas that flow out of a mind stimulated by the most simple of things.
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- La Ballerina
- Keep On Dancing
- Sitting by the Thames listening to Amos Lee
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- London
- 6/23/07
- At The Ikon For The Last Time
- Broad St.
- On Caffeine, Leaving, and U2
- Knowing the Difference Between the Truth and a Lie
- A Wake In A Pub
- At The Ikon, Again
- Demerara
- Soul Meets Body (Listening to Death Cab in the Dark)
- 6-17-07
- Secret
- At The Ikon
- Somewhere, Someone
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- Make Up Your Mind
- Think. Know. Feel.
- 6/7/07
- In Selly Oak
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About Me
- Kevin
- There are days when I like to think of myself as a creative person, then I take a look at people like John Mayer, Nick Hornby, Wassily Kandinsky, Langston Hughes, J.G. Ballard, Ryan Adams, Bono, Daniel Kirkpatrick, and Ryan O'Farrell. It's then that I realize life is a journey and I stiil have so far left to go.
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