Poetry Drafts

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Lament – like treacle through my veins, an outpouring of perfection in thoughts obfuscated by a mind gone awry. Where once was solitude, now a raging storm.

Circle-no-10 // tumbling

reflections

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He looks at me with tired eyes

unshaven – disorder

He looks uncared for

neglected – forgotten

He looks at me

wanting – longing

A Man With a Child in His Eyes

a mirror reflection

(inspired by the title of the song The Man With a Child in His Eyes by Kate Bush)

Rainbow of Dreams

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In our brave new world
our poetry must be
variegated,
no more dark nights
starlit skies
Join me in a collective
puke, behold the sun
striking down to
reveal our
Rainbow of Dreams

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circle-no-10:

The Truth was
He didnโ€™t Care

I wrote this many years ago, I now see that it wasn’t the truth then, deep down something cared and continued to fuel life. That fire now cold, fiction finally catching up with reality.

delusional

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I loved the writing right up until the point I
realised nobody else did, so I questioned
the sanity, the arbitrary grasping for the heart,
mindful of the multitude and multiverse I
chose the lesser path. I married ink, the
divorce so so painful.

innocence – overruled

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there is a difficulty within,
preventing true friendship
blossoming. It is mine though
I take no responsibility for
conceiving or the nurture of
said difficulty. The genetics
being as they are, could be
factored times ten minus the
baby pram, winter bound.
Blameless, nameless as
the passing of time rules
that ignorance of fools is
just that – overruled

no more

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reality is fading
into a misty background
my London covered in
a fog so bleak
the rolling hills of green is
fading
my hope of living long is
dying
a tuppence bounce is
ending

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