Let Go

I cry myself to sleep some nights just from thinking about the present day

I wish sometimes I wasnt me just so that from the tears and pain I could break away

No job, no trust, no money, just sorrow

Sadly some days I wake, Im never looking forward to see tomorrow

I know its crazy because everyday should be a blessing

But at this very moment in my life, happiness is what Im missing


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Also by Starr Steele:

My First Sight of Love | Prom night has began... |

Tribute To Kurt Cobain

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This was written in tribute to the 27 Club and 20th anniversary of Kurt Cobain's death  The Jimi Hendrix Experience Kurt Cobain Jim Morison Janis Joplin Sid Viscious Rock n roll reject (suicide) updated April 2014 He was the living the high life for far too long, Living it up at the top of his game, Taking liberties and singing his songs, No need to care for rights and wrongs, ...

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Tags: poetry


A welcome return to Write out loud |

Eggsciting Easter

I'm eggshausted and eggsasperated -
I shouldn't have eggspected less
But in fact it's eggsceded my worst eggspectations
I've had too many eggs - eaten to eggsess
I'm not one for eggsageration
I prefer to be eggsact
But, I'll eggspound and eggspress myself further
For some sympathy, I wish to eggstract

Well, I took some advice from an "eggspert"
An eggstravigant egghead, called Ed

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Tags: chocolate,Easter,eggs

Who Are You, William Shakespeare?

Who Are You, William Shakespeare? By Alain English

William Shakespeare, poet and the writer

The wonder of our stage, and an icon of the theatre

Will you help me, William Shakespeare?

I'm a little bit confused here

For all that I've heard said about you

I still feel I don't know you

I'm mystified and curious

In need of explanations

I hope that you can ease my mind

By a...

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Also by Alain English:

Shakespeare Authorship Debate |

Passing Tinsley Tower (for Joe Kriss)


I remember it.
The day I came.

My joked
flat cap on.

We passed
Tinsley Tower
in the rain.


Made me scream,

And now
its gone.

Blown to smithereens
in a Rotherham wind.


How much
is how much?

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Also by Ralph Dartford:

What I Heard in Sharrow Vale (for Pete Mckee) |

Beech Tree (lyric)

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Beech tree save breeze for me


Hideaway for highwaymen

high above broken ground

stealing souls

of maiden's hearts


Soaked in rain was my way

now blue skies do the same

sunny days

- are all the same


Walk away the tunnel way

to Highgate Hill and down again

find your mates

have your share


Hidaway for you and me

I wish we were born to be


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Tags: beech,Highgate,tree

I don’t know...

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I don’t know how your love flew

gliding through my window,

fluttering, it shouted out your name,

becoming the adage of my love


Your breath dampened my skin,

opening the doors of my heart;

I want you… wandering in this festivity of feelings


I don’t know how you tied me to your arms,

feeling the sap running beside me,

a pillar of life and desire,


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Tags: love poem

Also by Noris Roberts:

Do not judge me, as my sin deserves | My heart learned to tolerate |

the knock

Should have been your boy

back from the game

bag of fish and chips

grin as wide as the Mersey

drunk on youth and sunshine 

still living every pass shot tackle

as he settles down in front of the box

him and the old man each with a can

to watch it all over on Match Of The Day.


Instead, it was coppers

neighbours, friends, the sad-eyed priest

it was sorry for yo...

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Tags: football,hillsborough,justice,poetry


This is no movie, no fictional story,

It’s life, nothing more nothing less,

People come people go,


And as the forgotten fades away

The memories are left behind,

The things I swore would be remembered,

Have left, and know I’m lost,

Looking for your face in a sea of big waves

I forgot I’m drowning,

Wishing that I knew you were okay,


Cause time keeps pa...

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Also by emmy92:

Sad Story | Mystery man | Believing |

            ‘D’ MOCK CRASS Y?    AND THE RULE OF LAW   


Oh Citadel of Westminster, look down on your creation:

millions of damned and blighted lives – the remnants of a nation.

Yes, you forgot that power corrupts, and honed your fell foul skills

till power, close to absolute, finds England wracked with ills.

Now this Quixote – errant knight – tilts ...

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Tags: corruption,governance

Chicken pie

For the last few weeks

I’ve been staying

At my girlfriends


She lives with

Her mother


And this morning

I’m in the tub

Dreaming of speedboats

And St Tropez


Despite the strangeness

Of it all

It’s great

Stretched out here

A thick white towel

Slung over the


Whilst my

Clean clothes

Bang about in

The dryer


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Day 21 of my Ghost Stories (Napwrimo Poetry Series) and summary of guest poets featured so far

poem 21 of my napwrimo ghost poetry series. probably my starkest so far and another excellent guest poem this time from Daniel North too.


Besides the remaining 9 parts, guest poems are also due from Ian Whitley, Antony Owen, Jeff Dawson (aka Jeffara...

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Also by Andy N:

Part 10 (Ghost Story) | Ghost Story Part IV |


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Firing Phoenix on your shoulder
Lightens up the wavering ways,
It burns all obstacles and borders,
Leading up through all the vainness.

Qawwali music plays around,
Sunlight is shining from your eyes,
The feet sometimes don't touch the ground,
And baby's smile illumes the mouth.

'So let the sky brighten up our worlds,
Repaying kindness of all hearts,
The generosity of deep souls',-
Sing playful twinkles from ...

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Tags: Phoenix

In the Sea

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I didn’t know what it was like

in the sea, I only imagined

cold, depth, darkness;

a sliver of the unknown;

‘The Inchcape Rock’ – Peter Graham,

1908, that which stayed

pinned to my father’s wall;

a navy blanket slung careless, crumpled.


And strange to think

at sunrise, the mist would seem

to cover, then to clear, and wave

for the gulls to pass on thr...

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Tags: 2013,Yesterday's Weather

Also by David Blake:

Coalition | Chapter One |


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A bare light bulb burning
An ancient vinyl churning
Out a long forgotten tune.
A love song crackling in the gloom.
A cum stained mattress strewn
Across the floor
Waiting for the flaking bedroom door
To swing
And bring
The next abuser
Of her morals
There are no laurels,
Only losers here.
She has a need
A need to feed her habit
With eyes like a frightened rabbit
Caught in...

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We wonder amongst the ruins

Rusting trucks and cutting gear

Severed cables protruding

From weathered walls

And the pit head wheel

Still proud above us

Preserved temporarily

By municipal crumbs

And volunteer labour


Only open occasionally

For public inspection

We whisper questions


Here the miners lamps

Here the cramped ca...

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Tags: Coal Mining,Liverpool poetry,Liverpool Poets,Poetry,Welsh Poets,Welsh Poets.David Subacchi,Wrexham.

The Wars Between the Sexes

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The war between the sexes gets fought out in en-suites

But really!  What’s the issue girls?  I’m talking toilet seats.

We want it up to do our stuff; you want it down for yours

So if it’s down we lift it up (then pee on toilet floors).

So if you find we’ve left it up no need to frump and frown

Cos, sweetheart you’re a big girl now – just put the bugger down

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Also by John Coopey:

Seven Deadly Sins | Nigel Farage | Sharing the Wealth | The Hoaxers |

Trev in Texas 2014: The run up.

04.02.14: 1) I should be composing poetry

About this years trip

Words flowing like water, like firing a pistol from the hip

Ready to take stock, seems like I've a mental block

So much has been going on

One year by this time I'd written many,

So far this year I haven't writen any

Hopefully in April when I get on the plane

My inspiration will be back again



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Grandchildren Of The Somme

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Grandchildren Of The Somme

the dead lay on the injured earth
all wearing grey death masks of mud
a tally of what life is worth
just bone and sinew flesh and blood

attrition wrought its deadly cost
the river Somme held back its flood
humanity forever lost
just bone and sinew flesh and blood

sixteen miles wide and just six deep
survivors wondered if they could
block out the dreams t...

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Tags: kyrielle form,memorial,the somme,war,war poetry,WW1

Also by Ian Whiteley:

The Walkin' Man (Audio Version) | Bruises Of The Norman Yoake | Children Of The Glamned | The Bicycle Scout (21st August 1914) | Flamborough Head |

WEEKLY WAV 106 OF 230: TESTING 4,3,2,1

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Poem 106 of 230:  TESTING 4,3,2,1

I’ve tried to learn to sing a song
Well enough to let a singer
Know the way I found to sing
My lyric-only songs.

That is, just in case a singer
Was in want of a way to sing
These lyric-only songs.

But I’m sorry there’s no notes with the songs,
And hope they’re okay said, if not sung -

As love songs.

(P.S:  writing, via mimicking, my tunes came...

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Illegal Government of Ukraine

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When paranoia the gang has,

It throws the propaganda information

And all the Russians they would hang,

As not the Ukrainian population.


When dragons and chimera

In the illegal admin appear

They write the laws of terra

Which frighten you with fear.


Their poisonous will and power

Can bring every man to death.

With every coming hour

The news runs out of br...

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Tags: politics

Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:

Only Once the Spring Comes | The first or the last ...? |







It’s been almost a lifetime

 in gyrating spiraling flow


Defying constant onslaught

of getting pulled far below


Each time tried resurfacing

in a new vortex got caught


Adding on presented misery

to existing scene distraught


Tired of repetitive challenges

testing every bit of strength


Wonder extent of all tr...

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Tags: change for the better,expectation,regret,sadness,Struggle

Also by Sunny Chopra:

Trading Places | Fraught Grapple | Typical Day |

Where Will We Be Tomorrow?

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Where Will We Be Tomorrow?

Idly thinking I wonder where we will be in the future,

will we ever reach the stars after the death of our own world,

killed by pollution, war and overcrowding?

Will we do as in Rome, on a new planet? If we survive that far.

Our path is tough. Some actions we do are abysmal, look at how we treat one another. We do need to learn to talk and not shoot first.


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Tags: events,life and death,life times,mystery of life

Also by nick armbrister:

Thread That Binds |

Carbon Shaped Life-forms

Carbon Shaped Life-forms



     Aye, carbon based we are,

Carbon based within integrations

Of H2O,

     And it’s not just molecular,

It’s not just cells though,

We may be ‘carbon based’ but,

We make angles of our carbon forms,


     Ninety degrees of humanity,

One-eighty degrees an animal,

We move we flow,

We structure our courtsh...

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Also by Noetic-fret!:

In Every Day An Hour |

Imaginary letter to older self

Dear Gray;

When you are 60
Will you still listen
To the same crap music
That annoys the hell
Out of most people
But still leave you
To headbang
While stood up
On the bus
No matter what
Everybody else thinks


And still wear
Those t-shirts
That look like
They are held together
By bits of invisible tape
And should have been
Thrown away
30 years ago.


Dear Gray; 


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That other place

Drifting into overwhelming

and obligatory strangenesses.

Leaving behind the command of time.

I am beyond the touch

of its unexplained momentum.


Here many visions

inscribing themselves in ripples

on the shadowed fluidity

of nothingness pulsating

in its own excellence.


Awakening day breathes a newness.

Enigmatic magicality

having performed so many d...

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Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:

lesson in fighting | Born to be Wilde | Cumulous and Co. | Granddaughter | misguidance | Insider | Questions for the ascended one | Balletomane |

THE MENIN GATE -11 November 2013 (Music Setting)

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Written following the ceremony on November 11, 2013, a copy has been received by the Adjutant,

Wellington Barracks SW1.  The poem is especially relevant this year...the 100th anniversary of the

start of World War One - "the war to end all wars".  This version is included in a forthcoming CD

of my work called "Poetry To Please".  


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Poem: Lord, You Are...

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Lord, You are my strength,
whenever I'm completely weak.
You are the spiritual delight
in Whom I only seek.

Lord, You are my morning light
that's shining above the mountain peaks.
You are my hungering desire -
For each day of every week.

Lord, You are my vigilant Father
over earthly trials through which I eke.
Please keep me mindful of Your Word,
so my attitude remains... humble and mee...

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Tags: breunig,christian poetry,faith,Lord You Are,poetry

Also by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd:

Poem: Standard of Cooperation | Poem: Game Theory | Poem: Spoken Word | Poem: Prayer Scented Incense | Poem: Violet Muwanguzi | Poem: Silent Tears | Poem: For Just One Day | Poem: Cleanse Me Lord |


In that lift ascending
In that hotel bedroom
In that empty office
On that leather sofa

In your midnight bedroom
On the last train home
In my en-suite bathroom
In the Soho cinema

In the tips of your fingers
In the palm of my hands
Peeling those clothes off

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Tags: Electricity sex passion lust desire

Also by Tom:

Ruins |

Easter All Rapped Up

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Thank god it’s Good Friday - come what may

Just don’t expect me to kneel and pray

I’m a doubting Thomas - a non believer

A lapsed catholic with cabin fever

If you are of a religious persuasion

Elevate yourself - rise to the occasion

Hallelujah praise the lord

Jesus loves you - climb on board

Crucify yourself - make that connection

Check it out right now - here come...

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Quoth Both


My daughter brought a Jackdaw in the house

And grief introduced itself


Melancholic and wounded

It hunched in the corner of the room

She fed him her loving eyes

Bread in tweezers

And named him Poe


Then this sanctuary

Took him

She phoned every night

He was mending well and with the magpies...

He was in the biggest aviary...

He was set free.


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Tags: birds,childhood,children,daughters,faith,Grief,loss,parents,wings

Brevette Poems (Second Edition)

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I wrote this second edition at the suggestion of M.C. Newberry



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Tags: Brevette,Poem,second world war

Also by Shirley Smothers:

How am I going to Explain This? |


At ten past ten; ten fifty-five;
at midnight, then at five past one
slowly clapping clock-hands clapped
again, and slowly carried on.
Four twenty passed; five twenty five;
six thirty; seven thirty five;
sleep eluded me all night, now
I’m compelled to look alive.

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Also by Travis Brow:




The couple who sometimes clean my house came today,

she has a new boyfriend now a nice looking man who work

hard and obey her. I don´t know what happened to her first

boyfriend he suddenly disappeared, rumours has it he was

a bit violent, and my cleaner is not a woman who tolerates

who tolerates that; I think she killed him if found out I will ...

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Also by jan oskar hansen :

black humour | San Clemente | Lavender | the right gift | strange encounter | milk churns | nails | friendly animals | misfit in Liverpool | Christopher Hitchens | hero or traitor | the wait |

April Collage Poem

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Flowers of colour under summer blue

Daisy chains bind maidens tight

Bluebells ring out their charming spell


The river's reflection may not be

what you want to see


The seasons shout hello but whisper goodbye

Spring colours into life; grey memories, white swans

neglected lighthouses



I would like to wish you all well

as I can't think of anythi...

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Tags: Stockport Collage Poem


Is it the game winning shot

Is it thelasting mark we leave

Is it the continuation of our story

or the continuation of anothers story

Is it ours to have or ours to represent

Is it the focus of our actions,

on something greater than ourselves

Is it having that one thng that cant be taken,

a purpose for the thing we call life

Do we find it in religion, or in others, 


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Also by some dude:

Lost |

between ink and a prayer

Should the blood of my pen

illuminate this draft and others

with the procurations I have made

from  innernesses

and the toying with scents and meanings

then nothing

will be allowed to make a home for itself

where words need to grow

and hopefully

evoke their own divinity


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Just enough to get you through



She was a romantic, warm hearted, sentimental fool in a very cold world, the type of world that sometimes seemed to have no refuge for dreamers and those that believe in true love.   At times she would feel loves warm rays dance briskly across her face and the seeds of self worth in her heart would just for an instant anticipate the beginning of spring and the end of her winter.  Th...

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The poetry of people

I wonder
About the poetry 
Of people
And of life
All of you
And me
With our
Our rhythm
Our search for
The soul
And yet
It all seems
So alien to me
Animals dancing 
To a hidden
Which even 
They can't feel
Most of the time
Yet still it 
Goes on
Inner music
Inner movement
Forcing the clockwo...

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Also by Twilbury Wist:

Blinded | Lost Love | The Battle | The Hat |

My Love

"It isn't love", he said
"Any love would know this isn't love", he said
And so I sat.
And in those hours
I asked my love to leave.

I slept.
And when I woke
my love woke too,
and everywhere I went that day
my love was there.
"Don't dwell", I told my love.
My love just smiled.
And I knew my love would stay with me.

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Offenders and books

As a proper poet I must have an unasked-for and misinformed opinion about the issues of the day. Here's my thoughtful response to the offenders/books debate:

My advice to offenders

The great and the good have decided
That you don't get no books at all
'Cos all you'll do is pile 'em high
To try to climb over the wall

So to conceal your block and tackle in
Swap your snout for a bloody big t...

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Tags: Comedy Poetry comedy verse politics

oo i ow


Do you know where Hoy is?
Heard of the Old Man
(back to him in a minute)
But do you know where it is?
The Orkneys.
God's backyard.
A golden place for our silver wedding holiday.
Caught the ferry to Hoy,
Wanting to see the Old Man,
As you do.
No sign of the hand of man, 
old or young,
in the wild windswept centre,
just the road and the heather. 
And then some cheery, elderly r...

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Night Out.

I keep telling myself not to take it so serious
All this time wasted and I’m left delirious
As old as bones and as cold as stones
Now I’m not sure I should be left alone
Free to think of me with wealth
Drunk, stoned and stupid
And in perfect health

Step out the door
Leave the brain on the shelf
Tonight I don’t see it being much help
A thought there then here
‘What was that?’

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Tags: amateur,dark,night,night out,poem,self loathing

Poetry video - Nautical Almanac by Leilanie Stewart

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Here's the link for my latest poetry video. Nautical Almanac is a poetic weirdo of mine that was first published in Spring 2011 and archived in the publication at the Southbank poetry library. More details are at my blog www.leilaniestewart.wordpress.com



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Tags: poetry reading

Also by Leilanie Stewart:

Joseph Robert's poems in Message in a Bottle magazine |



Imagine a world of love and laughter
Of fun filled days and freedom till after
The tea time call or the playtime bell
Get back into line or you'll catch some hell

Imagine a world of wildness and wonder, of fun and jest
Of questions and answers and adventurous quest
When time was your own and life was a whim
To walk, to run through grass so long, to swim

Imagine a world ...

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Tags: childhood,children,life,love,memories,world


Whilst our leaders wretch,

choking on the acrid stench of their own arrogance

and await the fall like curled leaves

into the domain of ghosts and shadows,

our inadequacies, once sown to our shirts like buttons

tarnished and dented by the dulling air of our apathy

now lie ankle deep around us.

Ergo we bend fossicking in the detritus

to salvage discarded nibs and inks and p...

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Question From A Supernumerary

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I feel a little in the way, a nuisance I suppose;

I'm like a green carbuncle on a supermodel's nose.

A fly found in the ointment, a worm upon a plate,

A banker's contribution to a probity debate.

A vegan at a hog roast, a snake inside a boot,

The water lapping at the feet of mighty King Canute.

A politician's promise, a long forgotten vow,

As useful as a set of wheels...

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My Sky

 Pulling corners from their isolation
 Pulling hallways from their lonely walk

 Seeing someone come along for the eye
 Promising it wont be long... enough

 Stayed and hid up in my mind
 Stayed and forgot the time
 Stayed to watch what I hate
 and stayed to hear "it's far too late"

 Clothed myself in laziness
 Changed my mind a million times
 Changed but found me still sn...

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Also by Athena:

Driving You | I'm Out |

I`m singing because....

I`m singing because…


I`m singing because I`m left down in this cold submarine and can`t get out,

Because people keep hammering on the hull and calling the noise music,

Because they think that this stale stench they breathe is really air.

I keep telling them it`s not so, but no one listens.

So I sing, as it`s only the singing makes them heed.


I`m singing because I wa...

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