25 September, 2017
The Hurting
Categories The Arts
A slither, something
hardly percievable
overcovered
meticlously covered
layer after coloured layer
Seven Days Of Falling
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Headphones LED, blinking blue
Reflecting on the screen
Like a life support system
Telling me that I am still alive
Motionless, the green round chat symbol
Online. No 1 or 2 or 3
Just Sitting Here
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Just sitting here
I’m just sitting here
I’m just waiting here
for you my love
For What I Am
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Morning cold dampness, lying low over frozen soil
Mother earth still, quiet
in the icy clamb of winters claws
the second month, when dark spirits are fought
I'm such A Fool
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I have to admit, I’m such a fool
didn’t have a rose, chocolates, not “cool”
I’d forgotten the day, so special in year
so I wrote this poem, for you, my dear
If You, Without A Word
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If you, without a word
You simply ever need
Some thing special still there
Your body knows within
Small You Tumble Along
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Small, you tumble, along,
Small, swaying, from side to side
Small, trousers wide, low, hanging
Small, hidden, behind glasses, thick
Waiting For That Sign
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With a hither
And a dither
I run a’round
And I do my things
Like a mouse, no sound