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Being Crushed

September 29, 2013

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No crush like being crushed trodden under Swept away and stamped on Pain is pure when it comes Ruining your train of thought Ripped out torn away Your heart and soul left in the dirt Just for taking A leap of faith A chance A meaningful leap Now you feel bereft Lost and alone Feeling […]

I Cannot

September 29, 2013

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I cannot help where I am born be blamed for the actions of those that lead Whether religious or political, we are pawns they control the air that we breathe I cannot change the past for it has gone apologise for past misdeeds Done by leaders who did wrong long dead now, dust, a future […]

This Vice-like Grip

September 29, 2013

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This vice-like grip around her throat Struggles for air feels she’ll choke Gasping and clawing trying to speak Why does no-one ever see? That she struggles daily to breathe Why can’t she get a reprieve? Trying to break free This Vice-like grip strangles she…

Laying Ghosts (To Rest)

September 22, 2013

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She can’t move on even though she tries It’s so hard she does find First though she has to deal with the past Laying ghosts (to rest) For forwards she can’t go if back she is stuck No future to be had for her no such luck So she tries all she can to put […]

Your Smile

September 22, 2013

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Your smile lights up your face brightens up any place Lifts a heart from the dark with your smile you leave a mark Your smile people do love their days happier, no longer rough For it beams into their souls A beacon of light your smile does go But no-one sees that inside you cry […]

News Reviews 4

September 22, 2013

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Train Fare Rises I got on a train the other day and realised my fare had crept up by 20p. Yes, I know, it isn’t much but it is a price hike all the same, one of many yet to come. Buses have also risen by a similar amount at a time when people can’t […]

The Hanging Man

September 21, 2013

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*So the dark autumn nights draw in and I thought I’d do a supernatural poem. I hope you like it? The children play by the woods just by the old executioners hood A tree said to be here he plied his trade and where legend was made But it’s the old house across the way […]