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'If' by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!


Stitches in in my mental health (under the quilt my mother made me)

in the morning
i will try to remind you
of the irony of things

when we awake
in a strange bed
in my mother's house
and you make coffee
in my father's kitchen

in the morning
i will try to forget
this moment

when my plan b
fails at the whim
of a faint heart
and you leave
as quickly as you came

in the morning
i will do my best
to understand

when my brother
looks at me
like he wishes
he didn't hate
what he sees

Katina Choo


The Little Bottles Capped With Cork

The water-filled bottles chink
They contain enough air not to sink
They provide evidence of an earlier game
And memories of when I played the same

The little bottles capped with cork
I’d love to play and not to work
But those days are gone for me
They belong to the young and so free.

Ken Kettle 2006


Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

Mary Frye



I've always been interested in song lyrics some of my favourites are by David Bowie I've placed a selection below:

Oh no love! you're not alone
No matter what or who you've been
No matter when or where you've seen
All the knives seem to lacerate your brain
I've had my share, I'll help you with the pain
You're not alone!

Rock & Roll Suicide (The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and The Spiders From Mars)

There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds.

Starman (The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and The Spiders From Mars)

You - are not a victim
You - just scream with boredom
You - are not evicting time


Baby, I’ll slay a dragon for you
Or banish wicked giants from the land
But you will find, that nothing in my dream can hurt you
We will only love each other as forever
When I Live My Dream

In this age of grand illusion, you walked into my life out of my dreams—
I don't need another change— still you forced a way into my scheme of things.
You say we're growing, growing heart and soul
In this age of grand illusion, you walked into my life out of my dreams,

Word On A Wing

Do you remember, your President Nixon?
Do you remember, the bills you have to pay
Or even yesterday?
Young Americans
All right. I want the young American.
Young Americans

When the kids had killed the man, I had to break up the band

Ziggy played guitar

Ziggy Stardust(The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and The Spiders From Mars)

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