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The Rose

As delicate as a dusky rose, Her scent was just as sweet. Her laugh as bright as the day Golden hair shimmered like the sun.   I watched from afar A schoolboy caught And thrown into orbit Around her star.   I longed to reach out To touch the petals Of that rarest rose To savour every silken inch.   But I was young And fear gripped me, Stayed my hand And held me back.   If I w...

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What's The Point?

So what’s the point of all of this?

All the hustle and bustle

All the hit and miss

What’s the point of all the talking?

All the walking, all the waiting?

 

We struggle and toil

Our tempers bubble and boil

Nerves are frayed

And enemies are made

Of those we used to call friends

So I ask, what’s the point of it all?

 

Filling our short lives

With hassle and hurry

Cramming into every se...

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D-Day

The night before was class
But the morning bring it's own
dangers
Fear cuts like glass,
Disturbed from my sleep.

There's something wrong,
Everything is wrong.
And nothing will be the same.
It's D-Day
And you're going away.

Minutes feel like hours
Hours like days
Sirens wail
Attempts fail
I try to comfort as best I can
Hide my own sorrow
Hide my own fear
But she knows as well as I do
It's D-Day
And you've gone away.

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I Stand Exposed

I stand exposed

Staring myself in the face,

my life a polished surface,

a mirrored oubliette.

reflecting my choices

reflecting my mistakes

 

I stand enraged,

at the futility

of it all.

Snarling and spitting

in impotent anger

I am a toothless dog,

A cat caught in a cage.

 

I stand corrected,

lies detected.

The veil of deception

torn from my eyes

at it's first conception.

 

I st...

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Silent & Cold

This poem came about when I was just playing around trying to use just three words to a line.  I'd appreciate any feedback you guys have on it!  Let me know what you think:

 

 

Silent and cold

Chills the bones

Freezes the blood

Unsettles the soul

 

Harries the mind

Wailing and shrieking

Harridan voices calling

Keening, crying, weeping

Sanity’s requiem keeping

 

The dead dance

The Da...

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On Being Alone

The strange thing about being alone

Is how friends don’t know you’re alone

Or don’t realise

Or don’t care

 

The strange thing about being on your own

Is that you never lose an argument

When you argue with yourself.

 

Being alone,

All alone.

No comfort

No hugs

No support

No assurance

No-one to tell you what you’re doing is right

No-one to te...

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Watching The Clock

Watching the clock

Don’t stop, tick tock.

Watching the time decay

The seconds fly away

Sitting and waiting

Waiting and sitting

Watching my life fade

Away

 


Minutes drag, hours flash

The day grows old and dark.

Watching the clock

Tick tock, don’t stop

The night can’t stop, must dash!

 


Day after day

My life, the same way

Watching the clock

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