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DING   -  ****
                            " this is a  call to passengers traveling to Ithaka, by way of Kensal Green.
             Please have your passports and tickets ready, to be seen".

So did I pack well for this adventure I 'm on,
            do I really need the kichen sink  I thought I 'd take along.

All those clothes to impress, suits, shirts, ties all layed
           Where once all I carried , was a bucket and *****

Then my only foot-print was in soft gritty sand,
            As I licked melting coned creamyness, that dripped  on my hand

When every moment was filled with sun shine on skys powered blue
And even when grey, still the rainbow shone through

So leaving behind that tightly packed luggage, no room left inside,
But filled up with baggage, I'd aquired on the ride

Cluching  my shoulder bag is  all that I need, it seems
For tomorrow I 'll buy a new suit case and fill it, with new journyed dreams
DING --****  
                                   final call
Shari Forman Mar 2013
You flipped the switch on,
And brought me to life,
Now able to walk past despair,
Clutching my knife...
Cluching my knife,
For defense against my foe,
Walking stealthily past your windows,
Where you would never show.
You would never show...
Your actions seemed morbid to me,
Despite your superiority and intelligence over me,
You never considered anger management,
And for that I'm mortified, you see.
Heliza Rose Feb 2014
Love is but a nightmare,with struggling bones.
Ones that love and others with hearts of stones.
You think the reaper will come in his black hood.
But he may be the one that light es the.mood.
The one you watch with a sparkle in your eye.
The one you.never want to die.
But love is but a nightmare and you will be dragged in.
Pulled deep to the shin.
Before it is over it shall leave its mark.
Making you wonder where was the spark?.


But the spark.never existed.nor did the thumping of your heart.
Or the emotions that threatened to tear you apart.
You shall awake in cold sweat cluching your chest near.
For you had not realised,love was just a nightmare.
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