Natascha Tallowin

Natascha Tallowin

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Hippy, writer, poet and dedicated cat watcher from Woodbridge, Suffolk.

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Location: Woodbridge

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Join Date: 22/02/2010

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I’ve been thinking about you…
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Let it Ring…
The suffocating anaesthetic of guilt wears troublingly on my mind. Crackles of unexpected hysteria elucidate within my veins. Whispers collect into passages of time Minutes, - hours. Odd pockets of reckless…
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The Hours
Too many words You use too many words. Do you know that? Do you know what you do? Too Many Words. Anyway, You’re a better poet than I am. Who am I to judge? I…
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Promise Me (you wo…
I’m told there is an Emerald Palace Somewhere on the sapphire sea There, they say, lives a prince of stone I’m quite sure he can’t see me. They say his heart is worn by time That his beauty is marred…
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The Emerald Palace
I, she, have so many selves, So many destructive selves. I, she, am not too sure of who I am, For there are several of me. I am honest She, dishonest We, both, most of the time It’s the honest…
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Acts of Poetic Ins…
Without hope or agenda, I write this. I want you to know, I know you are perfect and can’t stop. I’m writing this without hope or agenda. And for that … I am sorry.
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Without Hope or Ag…
For some, love fades slowly sighing an acknowledgement of defeat. For others love is simply lost, never to return again But then of course love can also be found; and held onto. Sometimes love can even be found…
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Daydreaming of You…
With plucked tights I sit, back against cold metal. Mind slighted with a thread of marbled thoughts that slither past, around, and up against one another. “Chris.” I say the word out loud and a passerby quickens her…
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For You, The Drunk…
Realistically There are lots of fish in the sea. And if I had a different rod I would concievably land some. So much of what I feel reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn’t it be the other…
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If I Didn’t …
Never meet the ones you watch. She writes. Watching doesn’t hurt. Watching excites. She invented the soul of someone perfect. Who, on paper, gave life to memories, stole daisies and placed them in her hair,…
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Eight Years
Onto the open veranda, steps a figure. A cloak slithers about his back, writhes across the tiled floor and flicks its corners in the wind. His breathless body pauses, waiting for the limp mannered girls inevitable invitation.…
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Dracula
Words bleed from the tips of our pens Clotting in thick paragraphs, pale sentences We know the beat of a bad memory, But we bring it back to life anyway. We know how lurid, how pretty Pain can be. We take moments…
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Awake and Dreaming
So there’s this girl, Susanna Kaysen, who confused life with a dream She overdosed on aspirin, which the doctor thought extreme Her excuse was her delusions - she wanted to be sane He recommends a private mental home, where…
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Girl, Interrupted
A halo of fluttering hot air flickers, glitters next to the road side. The thick smell of burning rubber, and the suffocating scent of petrol rises, before the wind carries it up, up and away, curling through fluttering palm trees, dancing about…
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Another Natural Di…
The dream of someone else, So gentle, so kind and sweet He seemed. His presence - a dose of warm honey Creeping through the veins Our eyes met above a glimmering row of Candied sweets and handsome treats The…
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The Dream of Someo…
He walked in the pouring rain Slithering green drop, by green drop feathering across his scarves He’d been read in books before bedtime Dreamed in dreams before morning And now he was real But he wasn’t sure…
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Fragments of a Fai…
Did you see his eyes? An expression vacant of surprise Still amazed, I am, by his perfection That the resurrection of an undeniable affection begins to ripple within an undercurrent just out of detection. And with movements…
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The Hitchhiker
This poem is a code, It’s a secret kind of ode It holds the story of a man within it’s words. It was written on a whim whilst I was thinking about him And now I wonder just where…
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Chase Manhattan
I lived on the corner of a bed, And I talked with my eyes. My mind was always too over-stimulated by shiny things, To use real words. My thoughts meandered from time, to place. Restless like the wind inside a chimney…
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The Last Poet
There are times when ‘nothing’, is everything that I desire, Times when everything, is nothing. There are odd times, when I feel compelled to kiss you while you exhale thin streamers of grey smoke, sucked from your ‘poor…
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The Nothing of You
A glittering sliver of something was glimpsed on the horizon today. Bobbing slowly nearer, like a cork on a rough sea Every now and then the beauty of it caught the eye of a turning sunbather A child even pointed once,…
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Memories of a Merm…
He flicked the lighter until the end of the cigarette glowed amber It was just a habit Just an addiction With heavy eyes he glanced at the sleeping body next to him It was just a way to hide the pain He exhaled silently,…
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Forgotten
It was not quite early, and hardly late enough to sleep A moving mess of people, laughing, dancing, and drinking swarmed the beach The flutter of a hand, of streamers and the long mane of a horse caught my eye Somewhere,…
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Summer
Jennifer Schecter. For you the words from a salted tongue Used to pepper pages of precious thoughts Unwound. Words shrivel from your tongue Your eyes a glacial picture of togetherness and sanity But behind…
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Some of her Parts
Words bleed from the tips of our pens Clotting in thick paragraphs, pale sentences We know the beat of a bad memory, But we bring it back to life anyway. We know how lurid, how pretty Pain can be. We take moments…
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Awake and Dreaming
I always wondered what it was you thought When your mind collided with the madness that flirted with your mind The madness that stole sleep from your bed, That sent you sailing, Drifting, Into complete and utter…
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Virginia
I’d offer you my imagination For just one night with yourself I’d give myself to you For you You have my thoughts You have my heart You’ve stabilised my mind Precarious and unrefined …
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Precarious and Unr…
My legs are guilty, bruised at the thigh from another mans waist. My lips are tainted, blurred, swollen from his kisses. My mouth tastes of him, of a cigarette partially smoked and left to smoulder at the bedside, forgotten. My skin…
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Unfathomable Sex
Clarissa floats from time to place to memories back, and forth Leonard digs weeds from their roots persistently watching Virginia immerses herself in Clarissa, Sally her mind (and…
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Dearest…
He looks at me with interest Head cocked with expectant eyebrows Takes a wine glass from a tray, and fixes me with a stare Smiles toothily, while I prepare For him to ask… “What do you want to…
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Family Gathering
Ladies and gentlemen, Boys and girls, Children of all ages… You are about to witness the most spectacular show on earth Hold your children’s hands Squeeze your girlfriends shoulders tight And peer into…
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Circus of the Damn…
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