Melancholy

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I Thought I...

I Thought I...

I thought I heard you whisper as the wind spoke yesterday.
A silent,gentle rush of air across my...

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I WEEP

I weep in the morning
I weep in the night
I weep in the open
I weep out of sight...

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Will You Come Sing This...

Will You Come Sing This Song With Me?

Will you come sing this song with me the happy song of death?
We’ll sing it till the morning shine...

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Christmas in Usa

Christmas in Usa

The coloured star lights that
Sparkled against the soft white snow
One cold December nigh'...

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Apiculate

It was a blunt ending . No other way to put it . Curt , Abrupt , No negotiation , No sad moments . Told in...

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You're a bully - You&...

You're a bully - You're my friend

That one, you know the kind
The one that goes and speaks his mind
The one that makes others...

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Living for the overtime

You never know how hard it is to kiss goodbye my wife and little girl.
It happens everyday for the...

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Lost

What happens when nothing goes right and left is a dead end
The feeling of happiness is too far and...

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Missing

Missing

The days are so painfully patient without you
They are infinite;
a word I never thought I...

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Old Photo's

Old Photo's

Now used as a stark reminder
Happiness of a distant past .
Never to be recaptured
Due...

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Fragments

Fragments

Remnants of long forgotten dreams,
Scattered on the breeze,
Pick up the fragments,
...

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THE PAINTING------- AGED DAYS

Crimson blood red
the paint drips slides creates
down futures clear glass stillness
...

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finish line

finish line

With immediate effect I’m depleted
From the moment I write this I’m done
If you read this you...

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salty kisses

salty kisses

Your lipstick tastes like apple pie
I almost bite your mouth
A thousand people pass us by...

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Sober thoughts

As i sit here
Imagining the past
How i want it to last
Too sad that it cant
...

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Steps.

Steps.

A pitter-patter of tiny feet.
Grasping, grabbing, sticky hands,
“I want that!”
You...