david-williams-1Whisper

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PoppiesAs poppies drip blood red petals / Among the fields where souls do roam / A silenced voice, away from home
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Sep 4, 2012
Slipping AwayThose little words you easily forget / is frustrating, causing you to shout / as confusion reigns, your memory won’t let,
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Nov 30, 2011
Remembrance DayThe poppies; Blood Red / The grief is real / We stand and salute
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Nov 16, 2011
Into the PastMy mistrust, I suppose, stems from a youth, / full of, child like dreams, hopes and wanting. / To stand on sturdy branches, only to have them felled
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Nov 7, 2011
I Am DrowningSeconds drag like years. Stuck in a silent mist. / My mind like a “For Sale” sign, tethered / Constrained. An occasional sway in a breeze,
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Nov 4, 2011
The WrinkliesIt is without doubt easier to **** them / Dig a big hole in the garden and bury them. / Saves money on a funeral… but
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Nov 4, 2011
At NightNo-one will ever believe me / Simply because, I never mention it / Next to you as you sleep
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Nov 4, 2011
Slowly Elgar DriftsThe high rise apartments dominate the night sky / Shadows fall, where darkness has already laid claim / People scurry. Passing each other daily, yet strangers
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Oct 26, 2011
LifeStretch marks are just ~~~~~ love lines of your stomach
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Oct 7, 2011
Across Granite Grey FieldsPrimroses bow their heads as if laden with early morning dew, while / The sinking sun, across the North rise, casts a shadow of your face, / Into the cold dark copse; No goddess or girl. Ashen.
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Oct 4, 2011
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