All posts by Domi Sinclair

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The trees have eyes.

In the forest community, the trees are in charge. They keep eyes on all inhabitants. From the ones we can see; rabbits, foxes, owls etc. To the ones we cannot; fairies, imps, trolls etc. When trees are cut down this creates ‘blind zones’. These are

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Any way.

“Turn away, you’re not welcome here.” “How terribly anti-social.” “We don’t want your kind.” “What kind is that?” “You know exactly what I mean.” “I don’t suppose I do.” “I suppose you don’t.” “Well, I’m leaving any way.”   “Entry not permitted.” “Do you know

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It doesn’t matter

It was a Friday night, It had been a tough week. One who we loved had left us, One could have turned to silence. But there was still delight, But there was plenty of wine. Friends and family gathered, Friends and family drunk. Memories of

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Dirt to Dust

So unclean, yet so important. Dirt is considered an insult, Negative connotations surround it, But in our demise it is transformed. We throw it as a sign of respect, On the coffins and graves of our deceased. No longer dirt, but now dust. It is

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Youth is dead, long live immaturity

Go ahead and disregard me, call me childish, call me silly. All because we disagree, on a matter of  terminology. I say collectibles, you say toys, Only suitable for girls and boys. Personally I’d call excessive drinking, An indicator of immature thinking. Not to say

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Slung aside

Another wasted life, dead under the knife. Throw the bodies on the pile, it reaches up another mile. Searching for external beauty, how could they kill such a cutie? Looks and value are subjective, as long as products are effective. Who cares about the sacrifice,