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Poem in Progress E
Sometimes you just have to
throw your cards
against the wind
and watch where they land
six plus five is eleven
shows me where to dive
how to jump
blind
deep inside
the mirror behind
the future a wall
blank
white
tall.
©JM. Cole
Sunday 22nd October 2017 7:07 am
A Poem in Progress
I stare straight into the sun
a rock doesn't in the river run
unlike the witch
I sink like a stone
unknown
cold
alone
as in the beginning
numb
to my existence
lost
in oblivion
a round a square
to triangle crowned
no coming back
the clown drowns
there is no sound
out in the clouds
upside down
hanging on a frown
my colour fogs
to a clay like brown
I whistle...
Tuesday 26th September 2017 6:11 am
PaperMate (explicit)
I am my own best friend,
me and my burning pen.
Together alone
through everything
we have been,
my papermate and I
find myself, I lose my way,
I lose myself, I find my way,
I come back around again
then square I go,
alone.
Cut the nose, spite the face,
I got pride, I got space,
not a number, not a mistake.
Slave never
a sheep black as me
so black I am the light,
...
Thursday 24th August 2017 10:47 am
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