Dying

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Upon Wanting to Die

There is nothing random here
believe me darling ..
Death would not become you
since...

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Ukraine in Winter

While our children die starving and cold
in these holes
they randomly punch in the snow...

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In 10 years

In 10 years

In 10 years who will you be?
That's a question I get asked often.

They all expect me to say...

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Dirty Water

Listen to those children crying, all are hungry
while some are dying ..
and the water here...

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"NDE"

"NDE"

Illness must have hit me hard, I began to drift away!
So shocked! looking back down where my body...

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What am i

06/02/2022
What am I?

In the dead of a wet and drizzly night,

I through shapes at...

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Baby bird

Uglyness

When I was young I found a baby bird pushed from its nest,
not quite dead not quite alive.
I...

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It’s all your fault 

It’s all your fault 

These numb fingers
And unfeeling eyes
The touch of you still lingers
It’s all your...

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Linger

another mourning song

Linger

Just because you cannot see me
does not mean I’m nowhere near
and
just...

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The You...That Was Me

The You...That Was Me

Derelict mind
With eyes like marble stone
That gaze into an unknown space
The blight...

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The Wind Cried Mary

For my dear Mum Mary Elizabeth who left without saying goodbye...

The Wind Cried Mary

The wind it
Called her name
And she was gone
But a star...

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My funeral

My funeral

Would they cry for me, I wonder
And praise me like a saint
At my funeral, small and quaint...

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This collapsed body of mine

This collapsed body of mine

I have been terribly cruel to my body
Maybe because I’ve learnt from others
Children imitate...

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Dead By Sunset

Earth

Dead By Sunset

Breaking the horizon glows a perfect pretty pink,

As this deity touches everything with its blazing...

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THE DYING SWAN

THE DYING SWAN

THE BALLERINA DANCES,
TO THE DYING SWAN,

SHE DANCES IN THE,
THE MOON LIGHT,
...

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She never stops !TW ed!

She never stops !TW ed!

She stares at the ceiling,
six, seven, nine,
wishing she hadn't drinkn' that wine.
...