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There was a decade stretch
where I didn’t write poetry.
I always craved the feeling of writing
like the very air that I breathe...
But I was betrayed by someone
who I thought loved me
They used my writing against me
and I vowed to never write again.
But then a man came along.
A stranger.
He wrote a book,
A 10-year collection of poetry.
I read it from cover to cover
and it struck a nerve in me.
That writing itch
that hadn’t been scratched in too long.
Where lotus blossoms sleep,
by marshes dank and deep,
my love went down to weep
so long ago.
She’d had to let me leave,
grow old and grey and grieve,
go mad with make-believe,
not let me know
that she still cared for me,
though we could never be;
she needed to be free,
so she could grow!
She said she had moved on
since we were twenty one;
and our first love had gone,
like melted snow.
when i was 10 ran away thinking i could walk to coventry ended up in cannock instead
Moonlight echoes sorrowfully
Throughout an endless night
Shooting stars streak across a melancholy sky
Weeping an endless trail of glittery tears
The trees bend in silent submission
As the weight of their branches
Are more than what they can bear
Yet they remain steadfast in their purpose
Her heart, heavy like the trees
Beats a little slower than before
Her eyes wet with feelings
She never meant to feel
We were so young
Back when we played on swing sets
You pushed while I swung
Back when we lived without regrets
You showed me how to fly
To do it effortlessly without force
While I teased you for being shy
With everyone except me of course
Swaying dandelions in the warm breeze
Living as only two hearts intertwined
Wishing for each other with ease
The day our innocence died
Hello.
So soft the feathers.
Could I lie down and ask for the,
answer.
You made me hate that JVKE song
That everyone seems to know
Cuz you made the song reality
And really put on a show
I guess I got carried away
I fell right into your trap
You lured me in with kisses
And by laying in my lap
I wish I could know what I do now
That falling in love isn't the end
You didn’t want to be my lover
You didn’t want to be my friend
So I guess all I can do now is cry
and think of those questions that always comes to mind
Your system is updating, slight discomfort for a while,
Remember while you’re waiting, this service does not smile.
When the reboot has finalised, return to work routine
We appreciate your input, now part of the machine.
They said it wouldn’t happen, and our lives would be improved,
The corporate system calculated, and their future is renewed.
The business wired intelligence, is smarter than supposed,
The failure to communicate, their decision is imposed.
Stretch and yawn, feet shaking
a silent little sigh
Old Tom rolls over, relaxing
the others close their eyes
A lazy day to while away
sleep and eat, get pets
The six of them are nestled
this is as easy as it gets
Mario and Mary, the old couple
down the street
making sure they are comfy
have enough to eat
The porch is dry from the rain
tunes on the radio
Mary snores a little bit
her rocker stops, and then it goes
I didn't even want to be there
In that room painted white
With a table and chair
It didn't feel right
I thought it was odd
no reason at all.
The point of that curtain
which hung on the wall.
"Now you must wait here"
The translator said
But something was troubling me so I said
"I'm sorry but I have to know
I have to make sure before I can go."
OK she said in the doorway to stay
So I nodded my head there was nothing to say.
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