Diamonds
I'm sat here waiting In the viscosity of time Just treading water No rhythm nor rhyme Picking up diamonds On a deserted island beach In case I get rescued In case there's a niche
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Toxic Id.
Lingering on like a toxic smell The cloud of death Nimbus from hell Envelops and folds Around my id I've always run But never hid! Carrying this pain Throughout my time It isn't easy
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Recoil
You take the aim And pull it in Cross the hairs Commit the sin The recoil felt Is no where near The splitting crack Within your ear And when you look Straight down the sight
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Fettled Doom
How shall I carry this fear that grows Within me like a waxing moon How shall I hide this terror that throws Shadows on my fettled doom A secret thing,a profound fate
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Adieu
With just fleeting pain I'm on my way To a better place Where life is gay There's no more hurt But plenty of pep So with these pills I take that step And with a note Upon my chest
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An occasional poem for Christmas
A bit of Christmas dreer. All the best poems begin with 'In', innit? But I didn't write the initial 'In' of this one, so I'm not being big-headed. Happy Christmas! :0)
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RS10 - The Aftermath
Ryan and Ben talk about last nights events leading to a confession from Ryan. Meanwhile, his brother puts a new plan into motion.
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Nowhere Land
A poem... Should be formated differently but I don't know how to do it!!
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The Angel of Mons - Chapter twelve
Twelve George raised himself slowly and accepted his cup of tea with a smile. Graham drew back the curtains and when George looked up all he could see was uninterrupted blue sky.
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