tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54241836224837442582024-03-13T03:42:29.975+00:00A life in PoetryAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369086381565006962noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424183622483744258.post-21435893494751325892014-05-08T22:11:00.001+01:002014-05-08T22:16:16.795+01:00Sleep beside her<p dir="ltr">I heard it again today,<br>
Those words which give it away.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Our bed,<br>
Our sheets,</p>
<p dir="ltr">Such small things,<br>
With immense meaning,<br>
I've seen her things,<br>
I've seen all the signs that,</p>
<p dir="ltr">Despite it all,<br>
That against all common sense,</p>
<p dir="ltr">She still has her place,<br>
And you still fall asleep beside her.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Oh, I know you'll say that,<br>
It's all for show,<br>
That it's just so those looking,<br>
See what they expect to see.</p>
<p dir="ltr">But,</p>
<p dir="ltr">Really?</p>
<p dir="ltr">Wouldn't it be far easier in the long run?<br>
And kinder for all concerned,<br>
If,<br>
We just face the facts that,<br>
And accept the simple truth that,</p>
<p dir="ltr">Despite it all,<br>
And no matter what pain she's caused,</p>
<p dir="ltr">You still lie down,<br>
And fall asleep beside her.</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369086381565006962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424183622483744258.post-42677155523689389492013-11-09T22:53:00.003+00:002013-11-09T22:53:48.683+00:00How to be together....Words of love,<br />
always wholly meant,<br />
gently offered and willingly given.<br />
<br />
Hands guiding,<br />
helpful, not demanding,<br />
supportive through-out tribulation.<br />
<br />
A shoulder to cry on,<br />
no thoughtless words,<br />
listening only, not making judgements.<br />
<br />
Time spent,<br />
doing whatever's needed,<br />
never storing up for future favour.<br />
<br />
Honesty in action,<br />
only being true to each other,<br />
whether good news, or bad.<br />
<br />
Steps to a good relationship.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369086381565006962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424183622483744258.post-59895402671778247872013-07-25T03:08:00.000+01:002013-07-25T03:08:59.734+01:00Why did you tell me you loved me?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369086381565006962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424183622483744258.post-85568368518186558932013-07-14T15:56:00.000+01:002013-07-14T15:56:20.193+01:00Black WhiteBlack is the absence of colour<br />
White is far too much<br />
<br />
Black shows your best side or hides you away<br />
White reveals you at your worst<br />
<br />
Dark hides the pain<br />
Light shows the world for what it really is<br />
<br />
Dark comforts when hope feels far away<br />
Light feels cold, empty<br />
<br />
Warmth helps sooth chilled limbs<br />
Cold makes hands hard to hold<br />
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Warmth wraps you up in a blanket of gentleness<br />
Cold pushes you away<br />
<br />
Black<br />
White<br />
Dark<br />
Light<br />
Warmth<br />
Cold<br />
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Flip sides of the same coin .... <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369086381565006962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424183622483744258.post-22150548882684380132013-07-10T20:52:00.000+01:002014-05-20T22:11:24.897+01:00A Bed of RosesI am lying in a bed of roses,<br>
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everywhere I turn are there thorns,<br>
my skin is torn,<br>
my hair is tangled,<br>
and now I dare not move.<br>
<br>
Each strand of hair<br>
lies wrapped,<br>
caught,<br>
held fast by prickles,<br>
sharp, painful memories.<br>
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My skin, fair, rent, bleeding,<br>
trickles of ruby-red,<br>
like rear drops,<br>
only,<br>
they hurt too. Like memories.<br>
<br>
Every piece of clothing,<br>
I've tried to wear,<br>is torn apart,<br>
exposing,<br>
the weakness of my nakedness.<br>
<br>
I'm lying in a bed,<br>
a bed of sharp, sharp rose thorns,<br>
I cannot move,<br>
my hair is tangled,<br>
my skin is pierced<br>
and my clothes are worse than useless.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369086381565006962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424183622483744258.post-19393646608412004882012-12-24T21:13:00.002+00:002014-05-20T22:11:31.553+01:00Someone else's angel.<br>
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You’re someone else’s angel,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Someone else’s darling,<o:p></o:p></div>
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You share someone else’s day,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Wake and fall beside them.<o:p></o:p></div>
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You’re someone else’s prince,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Share your dream with another,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Say good bye & hello on your way out the door,<o:p></o:p></div>
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And listen to someone else whilst they sleep.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s their clothes you clean and press,<o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s someone else’s food you cook,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Your lists include someone else’s needs,<o:p></o:p></div>
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You share plans and expectations with someone else.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br></div>
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I can’t share your mealtimes,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Or run you a bath,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Cos you’re someone else’s angel,<o:p></o:p></div>
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And I can only look on from afar.<o:p></o:p></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369086381565006962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424183622483744258.post-25504185273195432142012-12-10T20:53:00.001+00:002012-12-10T20:54:02.908+00:00Tears..<p>I wonder how many different<br>
Tears I can cry.</p>
<p>Once my tears were childlike,<br>
And wiped away by a mother.</p>
<p>Then I cried as I saw my firstborn,<br>
And wiped away her tears too.</p>
<p>Over the years I've had need to shed,<br>
Tears of pain, tears of sadness.</p>
<p>Tears of loss, tears of sorrow,<br>
Tears which fell unprompted.</p>
<p>I'm just not sure how many more<br>
Tears,<br>
I have to cry.</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369086381565006962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424183622483744258.post-60812059780681255462012-12-10T15:55:00.001+00:002012-12-10T15:58:11.528+00:00What the wind tells me... <br />
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You are the wind….<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ever changing direction,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sometimes strong,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sometimes silent,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lifting me up,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Or pushing against me.</div>
<br />
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I am a tree…<o:p></o:p></div>
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Apparently standing still,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sometimes sheltering,<o:p></o:p><br />
Sometimes needing support,</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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Moving with the wind,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sometimes breaking.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Watch my branches wave,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Hear the winds sigh,<o:p></o:p></div>
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See my leaves fall,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Feel the power of the breeze,<o:p></o:p></div>
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I have no choice,<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X-rRLE6QfiU/UMYFIHhOlsI/AAAAAAAANzw/qrWUZURM3_A/s1600/tree.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="184" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X-rRLE6QfiU/UMYFIHhOlsI/AAAAAAAANzw/qrWUZURM3_A/s320/tree.bmp" width="320" /></a>But to do as the wind tells me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369086381565006962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424183622483744258.post-39877383573934121562012-05-09T11:59:00.000+01:002014-05-20T22:11:16.828+01:00A life...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A life on fire,<br>
burning with passion,<br>
searing, enraging,<br>
engulfing everything.<br>
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A life on the edge,<br>
needle-sharp emotions,<br>
razor-like decisions,<br>
about to topple over.<br>
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A life sinking fast,<br>
swamped by everything,<br>
washed under,<br>
soaked and rung out.<br>
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A life of ice,<br>
cold, bleak, demanding,<br>
exhilarating and nerve -tingling,<br>
but deadly.<br>
<br>
Which one is yours?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369086381565006962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424183622483744258.post-3450459548627438372012-03-25T22:54:00.001+01:002012-03-28T21:41:36.991+01:00What place is this?...What place is this?<br />
<br />
A silent echo, the roar of thunder...<br />
<br />
The blinding light, a veil of crushing dark...<br />
A history of emptiness,<br />
So full of space.<br />
Did once the sun and moon both rise,<br />
'twere ever so.<br />
<br />
Lift up my face,<br />
Sweet odour of roses, jasmine, honeysuckle,<br />
Heavy, towering and sickly,<br />
Press me down, run me over.<br />
<br />
A heat at once, intense and searing,<br />
Chilling, burning,<br />
Freezing,<br />
Drying,<br />
Not comfort,<br />
But ultimately suffering.<br />
<br />
Noise of wind,<br />
Ever sighing, Forever roaring, <br />
Breath of life soft, <br />
Destruction in its spin,<br />
Both but all at once.<br />
<br />
You feel alive but,<br />
Dead, <br />
Feel pain,<br />
Experience no sensations,<br />
Touch life and hold dreams but<br />
Let things slip things though your<br />
Fingers.<br />
<br />
What place is this?<br />
<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369086381565006962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424183622483744258.post-54628803064369633752012-01-01T19:41:00.000+00:002014-05-20T22:11:46.880+01:00The night<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I've seen the clouds go rolling,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">thought the dark, mid-winter sky,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">as I stood still to hear the sounds of night,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">not quiet at all, but low & subtle.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="text-align: center;">The dripping of the captured rain-drops,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">falling from the bare tree branches,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">as the wind lifts up the sounds of distant traffic,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">and people returning from evenings out.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The swish of a cyclist riding home from a late-shift,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">furtive animal, almost silent in the inky dark,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I don't feel scared or lost,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Its just peaceful and calm.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="text-align: center;">The dark isn't a place for playing games,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">reading a book, or trying to sew,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">but it surely helps hide the tears,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">or comfort the soul.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br>
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369086381565006962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424183622483744258.post-39829558579687524572011-12-04T10:11:00.000+00:002014-05-20T22:11:36.935+01:00A dream too far.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TbMRlLyx-xI/TttFKzXjckI/AAAAAAAALyQ/NeJecwZO5Ao/s1600/MP900409121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br></a><br>
I wished for romantic evenings,<br>
holding hands as we walked along.<br>
Candle-lit dinners & whispers of careless moments,<br>
sandy walks, long, uninterrupted.<br>
Of secluded nights, blissful mornings,<br>
Learning to know each other, getting to understand,<br>
appreciate & forgive each other.<br>
<br>
And eventually,<br>
a life spent with the one who knew me best,<br>
the one who trusted me, respected me,<br>
treated me as an equal,<br>
listened to me & and let me listen to them.<br>
The one who didn't put me on a pedestal,<br>
or put me down.<br>
But was it a dream too far?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369086381565006962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424183622483744258.post-4476808894455805582011-11-22T22:18:00.000+00:002014-05-20T22:11:50.747+01:00Running...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N9XQPFZE96o/TswfgaWFxnI/AAAAAAAALd4/epuC9V4BbkQ/s1600/MP900255395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br></a></div>Running a race,<br>
Running with the tide,<br>
Running out of ideas,<br>
Running out of time,<br>
Running a risk,<br>
Running high.<br>
Running at a loss,<br>
Running a fever,<br>
Running around in circles,<br>
Running behind,<br>
Running up a hill,<br>
Running out of steam,<br>
And I'm Running out of Ideas......Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369086381565006962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424183622483744258.post-11236776412062194692011-10-29T21:53:00.000+01:002011-10-29T21:57:04.655+01:00So I travelled on.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G8uN8mc2PzE/TqxnHCxYgAI/AAAAAAAAKvY/y6-vmmSuAmo/s1600/ruined-house-in-feriniquarrie-122506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G8uN8mc2PzE/TqxnHCxYgAI/AAAAAAAAKvY/y6-vmmSuAmo/s200/ruined-house-in-feriniquarrie-122506.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Wandering though a barren land,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I came upon an empty place,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">a house which had no roof, no door, no windows,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">the wind raising leaves rushing around the lace</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">all tatty suspended from the gaping holes where once</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">a careful owner had chosen pretty coverings,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">to shade the rooms from the heat of the sun.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Moving on along the road,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I saw a river in which the water </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">had turned a tepid, turgid green,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">no longer able to flow gently,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>but just slowly sliding 'tween it's banks,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">no life containing, nor suitable for drinking by </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">any creature which valued it's life.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JsjZeQpIbxc/TqxmzWrxanI/AAAAAAAAKvQ/HKRpE86YbG0/s1600/cwp31a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="197" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JsjZeQpIbxc/TqxmzWrxanI/AAAAAAAAKvQ/HKRpE86YbG0/s200/cwp31a.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Further on I spied a city,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">whose walls were crumbling,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">covered in vines where anything was standing,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">it's buildings neglected and ignored,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">roads cratered, fences fallen,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">not a person tending a care.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">So I travelled on.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369086381565006962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424183622483744258.post-36373817661916124652011-09-17T16:57:00.000+01:002011-09-17T19:58:29.480+01:00Nothing more than a name.<br />
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Awake, but feeling like sleep.</div>
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Hearing, but sound melts into a pool of
randomness, meaning little.</div>
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Seeing, colours bleeding, edges
blurred.</div>
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Feeling, texture all the same, nothing
hard or soft, wet or cold, hot or dry.</div>
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Human, devoid of emotion however,
having lost the ability to love or hate in equal measure.</div>
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Sentient, but unthinking, moving moment
to moment, responding to the pushing of others.</div>
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Eating, tasting nothing, no
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369086381565006962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424183622483744258.post-1196417931853859122011-06-13T22:32:00.000+01:002012-04-13T13:27:43.412+01:00Pain too great...{EAV_BLOG_VER:9e1a5935c03f7645}<br />
Love is too great a pain to bear,<br />
no longer is it a joy alone,<br />
for once where I felt enthralled,uplifted,<br />
This love now brings tears and sadness,<br />
a trial beyond compare.<br />
<br />
Sunlight once filled my heart,<br />
music echo'd through my ears,<br />
my eyes once shone,<br />
now all this has gone,<br />
and empty space pushes us apart.<br />
<br />
My arms are wrapped around myself,<br />
holding tightly whilst I cry,<br />
I've given up holding back the tears,<br />
You can't see me,<br />
but I've lost the will to care.<br />
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On someone else's time you can never relax,<br />
On someone else's time they never feel like they are truly yours,<br />
On someone else's time there's no room to do nothing.<br />
<br />
In someone else's life you always have to come second,<br />
In someone else's life it's never free of pressure,<br />
In someone else's life you feel like you're intruding,<br />
In someone else's life conversation is hesitant, not easy.<br />
<br />
In someone else's space you are always looking behind you,<br />
In someone else's space you can't be yourself,<br />
In someone else's space there's no freedom,<br />
And in someone else's space you leave no trace you were there.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369086381565006962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424183622483744258.post-72726350617147749882011-05-07T00:44:00.000+01:002011-05-07T00:44:49.586+01:00There's something missing.For a little while now I've been aware,<br />
that a feeling of emptiness has been growing<br />
inside me,<br />
Like there's something missing.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2IQQZ_y-NPw/TcSH0tPvOmI/AAAAAAAAJdI/QIzGS6wyI-0/s1600/MP900289119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2IQQZ_y-NPw/TcSH0tPvOmI/AAAAAAAAJdI/QIzGS6wyI-0/s320/MP900289119.JPG" width="320" /></a>I've used every moment I've had to spare,<br />
to consider this absence,<br />
now I know,<br />
just what it is that's missing.<br />
<br />
Whilst one one hand I feel relieved to know,<br />
on the other I wake with fear,<br />
realising just why,<br />
I feel like there's something missing.<br />
<br />
Because there's nothing I can do to fill,<br />
the void which has grown,<br />
and I stay living,<br />
with something missing.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369086381565006962noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424183622483744258.post-64516225494881399092011-04-22T16:59:00.000+01:002011-04-22T16:59:23.437+01:00Lost cause...I'm a lost cause,<br />
a hopeless case,<br />
freaked out to boot,<br />
just not in the right head space<br />
<br />
Can't tell you why,<br />
as it's far too fraught,<br />
but all the same,<br />
I'm not capable of rational thought.<br />
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I feel lost at sea,<br />
my heart & head can't agree,<br />
struggling through a storm,<br />
unreliable, unstable & simply not me.<br />
<br />
Living a poor second best,<br />
whilst my inner turmoil grows,<br />
Unable to give to those around me,<br />
Not sure if my fear shows.<br />
<br />
Constantly hiding my feelings,<br />
so that I can show face,<br />
being cheerful non-stop,<br />
seemingly full of good grace.<br />
<br />
I know I can only stay like this,<br />
for a short time until,<br />
Something or someone,<br />
Makes life feel once more, real.<br />
<br />
Until this point I'm trying my best.<br />
And that will have to be good enough.<br />
I'm not going to apologise,<br />
Cos there's nothing more left.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369086381565006962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424183622483744258.post-48431368984382265402011-04-07T21:29:00.000+01:002011-04-07T21:29:56.166+01:00Did you know..That every time we say goodbye a little piece of me leaves with you,<br />
When I can't hear your voice my heart cries,<br />
If you're not holding me I feel lost,<br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UMEV6osUKx0/TZ4eplj5bRI/AAAAAAAAJdA/9XZ6oa-mugw/s1600/MP900049581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="215" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UMEV6osUKx0/TZ4eplj5bRI/AAAAAAAAJdA/9XZ6oa-mugw/s320/MP900049581.JPG" width="320" /></a>At those times you are not by my side I lose my way.<br />
<br />
I think of you when I wake & when I go to sleep,<br />
I count the minutes till I next see your face,<br />
I hold my breath when the phone rings and I know its you calling,<br />
I find my path when your hand is guiding me.<br />
<br />
You are my beacon in the dark,<br />
My map when I'm drifting,<br />
When I have you with me I feel complete,<br />
My Love, You are my life & I thank you.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369086381565006962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424183622483744258.post-85486207679047478322011-03-20T20:38:00.000+00:002014-05-20T22:12:06.449+01:00One way or another<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7pU59S7Vuxg/TYZlo-S-daI/AAAAAAAAJZw/zROzrtfgnF8/s1600/MP900433071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Drift on, life passing by,</span><br>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">making choices, </span><br>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">your road to determine through thick & thin.</span><br>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">People coming & going,</span><br>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">affecting you, in small ways and big,</span><br>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">for a short time or long,</span><br>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">for one reason or another,</span><br>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">never knowing when you meet which it will be,</span><br>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">till they move on.</span><br>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Drift on, life passing by,</span><br>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">actions taken, decisions made,</span><br>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">some minor with no consequence beyond that moment,</span><br>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">others momentus, life changing,</span><br>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">affecting not only you,</span><br>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">but all those around you too,</span><br>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">in one way or another,</span><br>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">sometimes not realising it has done so,</span><br>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">until it has happened.</span><br>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Drift on, life passing by,</span><br>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">words said, conversations finished,</span><br>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">without thought, just rushed, no care,</span><br>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">no stopping to consider that what is said might hurt,</span><br>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">or hinder, </span><br>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">affecting not only those around you,</span><br>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">but you too,</span><br>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">one way or another.</span><br>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A word badly spoken, or not even said at all,</span><br>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">is known immediately & forever.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369086381565006962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424183622483744258.post-82788033812458204012011-02-19T22:48:00.000+00:002014-05-20T22:11:57.356+01:00Hole in the middleThere's a hole in the middle,<br>
where my heart should be.<br>
Cos I gave it to someone,<br>
who broke it for me.<br>
And now it's in pieces,<br>
and I can't get it back,<br>
but I'm not sure I'd want it,<br>
cos glue can't hide the cracks.<br>
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It's not really their fault,<br>
it's in two parts,<br>
they didn't ask me to love them,<br>
or for me to offer my heart.<br>
But it isn't mine either,<br>
I certainly didn't plan to,<br>
but I can't get away from,<br>
this fact I now rue.<br>
<br>
A bitter pill swallowed,<br>
a lesson of life learned,<br>
other peoples warnings seemed hollow,<br>
now, I've got myself burned.<br>
I could not have prevented,<br>
and don't want to erase,<br>
and next time I love someone,<br>
it'll will be in all the same ways.<br>
<br>
Loves not for being mean with,<br>
or apportioning out,<br>
you can't spend your life,<br>
holding on to it, that's not what it's about.<br>
Whether returned, or ignored,<br>
love given is never misused,<br>
there's just one thing that's guaranteed,<br>
sometimes, it's miscued.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369086381565006962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424183622483744258.post-32732932851238150612011-01-20T20:57:00.000+00:002012-04-13T13:27:08.279+01:00In my daughters memories.....<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span lang="EN-GB">One day I hope my daughter remembers,</span><br />
<span lang="EN-GB">All the times I picked her up and kissed her better,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">How I spent night after night sitting with her </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Whilst she was ill,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">That it was me she cried out to when she woke </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">In the night scared or thirsty,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">That I gave up meals to make sure she was fed </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">When we had next to no money,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">That my bed became hers too many times to count!</span></div>
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PljX1pW7KAU/TTie-IBtTJI/AAAAAAAAJVY/i9b7uBW6AC0/s1600/20554_1397004685584_1246239676_31187887_928479_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PljX1pW7KAU/TTie-IBtTJI/AAAAAAAAJVY/i9b7uBW6AC0/s200/20554_1397004685584_1246239676_31187887_928479_n.jpg" width="127" /></a><span lang="EN-GB">And that I was a very effective hot water bottle as well.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I hope she can think fondly</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Of the times we spent sitting, </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Cutting & sticking, painting or stringing beads,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Of the times we played “go fish”, or Ispy,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">And of course she won,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I’d like to think that one day she’ll have a kind thought</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">For all the times we sat on a bus and watched the world,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Or when I sat in the hospital waiting for her to come</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Around from surgery.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">And of course, there's all the children TV she made me watch too!</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span><br />
<span lang="EN-GB">One day I hope my daughter will forgive me,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">For the times I pestered her to have a shower,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Or change her clothes,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Or stop reading in the dark,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Or eat some breakfast,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Or brush her hair....</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">But most of all,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">One day, I hope my daughter will just remember just how much I love her.</span></div>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369086381565006962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424183622483744258.post-37951287733966709712011-01-12T22:22:00.000+00:002011-01-12T22:22:13.310+00:00Take some time.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PljX1pW7KAU/TS4pg2LAfYI/AAAAAAAAJVQ/KdSpeAzjosc/s1600/MP900316921.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PljX1pW7KAU/TS4pg2LAfYI/AAAAAAAAJVQ/KdSpeAzjosc/s320/MP900316921.JPG" width="251" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">A Whisper, a gentle breeze,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Calm, patient, slow and easy.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Time taken, not rushed or passed by,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Scenery watched and appreciated,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Friends and family met & enjoyed,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Things we should be doing,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">But rarely do.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Set down those things which fill your head,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">With thoughts possessing, </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Or overwhelming,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">And sit back, relax, and just for once,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Spend some precious moments,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Instead of brief, hectic, hurried</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Later, regretted, ones.</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369086381565006962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424183622483744258.post-13029696767604007442010-12-30T10:25:00.000+00:002014-05-20T22:12:12.319+01:00Symptoms of winter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A blue sky,<br></div><div class="MsoNormal">Once held promise of sunny days.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Now it is cold and bleak.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">A shadow of its past self.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br>
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Bare branches,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Where there used to be green,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Soft, moving in the breeze, leaves.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Empty, now long since fallen.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br>
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Solstice marked,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">The mid-point of the high-summer heat,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Languorous days, heady, lazy days,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">This time, shows half way through the dark.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br>
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Wind moving,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Used to feel warm and gentle,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Now cuts cold and sharp, like an insult,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Makes you shiver.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br>
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