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POETRY

 A SMALL COLLECTION OF MY ORIGINAL POETRY FOR YOU TO ENJOY

Sweet Remembrance


It's remembrance day everyday for me,
Not for the heroic war soldiers, fighting for their lives,
But, for you.
There's never a dull moment when I remember you,
I think back to all the good times,
The good memories - the good side.
Not the fact you were never mine,
And that I never had you.
I wanted you...
...but I think I wanted you too much.
    - That's why you left.

I would wait for you all the time,
For you, never thinking a tear would strike my eye.
...I guess I was wrong.

When I was told of your leaving,
I missed you from the start,
    - Even before you left.
You'd fixed my heart,
Not for healing or for good will measures,
On me for you, my guilty pleasure.

I still miss you, and I will miss you forever.
You, my friend are my sweet depression.

I will never forget.

Bad.


You're hanging on by the skin of your teeth,
Soon, we know what could happen.
We can't just think it will be all OK
Because soon this could turn, faster
    than you can imagine.

As the rain pours on our faces through this British weather,
You're grabbing at your chances, they're all small feathers.
Light-weight, easily broken,
Flexible and easy to choke on.
    thankfully, not like our promises.

Rumors and gossip help spread the word.
Some friends are now enemies, and starting to turn
Against everything I have,
Against everything I've got,
As to what seems, my one true love
    please forget me, not.

There's no escape from all this now,
Either way, there's no way out.
Before I leave you here all alone and after I say I love you
You just know this isn't the last of it.
Even though we were no perfect match, judging by this distinct age gap
I still want to hold you forever in my arms, then the numbers will be the only gap

In us...

So... I guess I'll see you about.

Loneliness...

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I had fallen from a tree.
A rough landing.
I had fallen from quite a height.
The small seed inside me, gone.
Eaten.
After, a course of being torn apart.

…Did I say ‘fallen'?
I was thrown.
It was the scurrying cannibal that ate my seed.
A short, twitchy fellow.
Taller than me.
Bushy fur.
I don't remember the mammal much, just fur.
I think I have concussion.
Something's not right…

…I can't move myself.
I feel so pathetic!

The wind is stronger than me.
Much stronger.
Here I lay.
light and weak and I feel so useless.
The wind can move me.
A light breeze… Just the one.
Don't step on me.
I'll be gone tomorrow.

March Onward


Ambitious steps of pride trail behind me,
As I wander further into the distance.
Staring at the cold, hard sun.
Wondering, 'What is this?'

When I look upon the stars, they do not answer.
The just stare back with emptiness.
I'd like to know where I'm going and where every path leads...
But somethings are best left unknown.

If I were ever to know my future and dislike it instantly,
What are the chances of me marching onwards?

It's time to succeed!

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