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The Dig

The Dig

 

Thousands of years later

They found the sacred site

And used their soft sable brushes

To clear the earth from their finds

Here was what looked like a drinking vessel

Owned by a Covid-19 man called Persil

And look part of a plate with the lettering McDon

So possibly owned by someone from the Northern Zone

Inflation devices with logos of Asda and Lidl

Ancie...

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I’m grateful

I’m grateful for

 

breathing 

fighting

healing

smiling

 

I’m grateful I chose to live.

 

                     k.d

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you!

I was calling your name, 

but you kept on walking.

 

I just wanted to hold your hand,

but you pushed me away.

 

I was dying there,

but you dint even bother to look back.

 

And when i left,

all you wanted was me to come back.

 

                             k.d

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SO I LIVED!

i loved the feeling of blood flowing down my wrists,

the sensation of pain used to make me feel alive.

 

i was not afraid to lose my life,

because i was already long lost.

 

thoughts of killing my ownself dint scare me,

beacuse death was my only desire.

 

people used to say i am going crazy,

but they never felt my pain.

 

i tried, i tried so many times,

to li...

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YES! I AM READY FOR IT.

Now when i look back to my life after all these years of pain and sorrow,

only to realise that how far i have come.

 

Looking back to my older dark soul,

i am proud of my growth.

 

I am just 20 and i know there's a long long road ahead,

and i am ready for it.

 

This one last look to my past,

with teary eyes and a bright smile.

 

Now i am leaving behind my past, ...

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Pain

I was reading a story

When i felt a sudden spark of pain in my heart

I was feeling like someone was piercing needles deep inside my soul

It was unbearable and tears were rolling down 

I closed my eyes, it was all dark

And then i saw you

I tried opening my eyes but I couldn’t 

Because deep inside I still wanted to see you for maybe one last time even when nothing was real 

B...

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Everything is right yet it’s not!

Sometimes even when everything is right

Nothing feels right 

 

Everything is complete 

But deep down all you feel is emptiness  

 

Your life is going smooth 

But all you feel is sadness

 

You’re happy 

But all you do is cry

 

You don’t know the reason

But all you feel is pain enduring you

 

You don’t want to give up

But all you do is losing hope

 

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Flame

Flame

 

We set the world alight

With incendiary thoughts

That burned like sulphur

Cut with lithium

A million candles

That lit every corner

Of our flammable minds

And shone like supernovas

 

That was an age ago

When new ideas

Were like matches

Striking on sandpaper

When the faintest

Flintlock spark

Could flash against powder

And deliver shot

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What is next?

What is next? I ask God

Tell me please because I feel so lost

Losing control of all that is around

What is next? I ask God

Then a small voice howls in the wind saying, "Worry about now!"

Smile, Breathe, Relax

Don't worry about the future nor the past

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Don't look back (don't ever do that)

 

Don't look back

don't ever do that

the past lives there

with its wild despair,

its puddles of pity

all dark and gritty.

There's joy there too,

and patches of blue.

The mean ol' reds,

where you lost your head. 

A kaleidescope of feeling

to keep you reeling.

 

Be where you stand,

see what's at hand:

marvels to see,

new ways to be,

colors so cle...

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