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barnaby-harrison
Fractals of pictures past Run round my mind Seeking solace in your arms I weep, the salty taste of tears Fills my mouth The sound of subtle shushing Soothes me The darkness I see Through scrunched eyes Satiates me…calms me But you know my pain You know my anguish You know what it is like To lose a mother….
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May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 9:57 AM UTC
Losing you
We were equal Our opinions appreciated Our views unchallenged Our life peaceful But we were foolish We accused our neighbours We waged political war And now we must decide A nation once united A nation once certain A nation that could part from peace Perhaps Just perhaps There won’t be strife There won’t be war There won’t be anger The bitter taste of loss Won’t plague our mouths We might be graced with good fortune Graced with untold pleasures That can only be found Through a simple referendum But is it right… No!
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May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 9:36 AM UTC
The referendum
Scarred by days so painful A history almost made folly By actions around you Actions that bruised Bruised the blanc skin That protected you just enough You watched the cherry blossom fall From the cracks in your cage A cage lit only by glimmers of light Falling through the veins that lined the ceiling Water veins from days gone by Tis those same Almost forgotten days That have burned their mark In places no-one ever thought to look And now in the moonlight You sit on the pontoon Conjuring courage Conjuring magic to rid you of your scars...
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Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 6:39 AM UTC
Scarred
Take a chance to breathe Fall into my outstretched arms Take a chance to look and see That there is no-one here for you to harm Take a chance to grow your stalks Bloom out into the heat Take a chance and start to talk Fall down and I'll lift you to your feet Take a chance to learn and grow I'll follow you all the way And once you've learnt all I know It'll be a better day
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Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 6:29 AM UTC
Grow
Come closer so that I can breathe The fresh smell of strong mints The warm air you radiate Come closer so that I can feel The wise touch of years gone by The soothing sound of your beating heart Come closer so that I can know You will always be here You will always make everything better You will always love me...
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Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 8:51 AM UTC
Grandma
Let my leaves unfurl Let me blossom in your light A thousand years from now The world will bathe in my shadow Taking solace from the ever growing heat That falls in rays Trapped within our land By a thick, dense cloud of smog The only calls are those of the extremophiles Birds, fish, whatever they may be All living on the edge of extinction All adapting to the ever growing forest of fern But not the green, luscious fern that grows today A yellowed Blackened Dry Fern A plant that can no longer take the perilous heat A plant that will no longer grow A plant that might Ignite Death is already here for the plant And is just around the corner from us…
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Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 8:42 AM UTC
The blackened landscape
Frail I am in this windswept and wave battered shack; Forsooth this be thy home next to the pebbled track Which runs alongside the barren lands of this bay. Time sweeps past like the wind whispering with dismay, Telling of the malignant humans, all but possessed, I used to walk with those humans, all well dressed And now set in the stones that line their graves. I wish, oh I wish thy could have helped and saved The fragile bodies that now lie skeletal along the sands That used to ring with cries of joy like the musical bands Playing so nearby in the bandstands of our city. More a village twas but still such a song filled and pretty; The same village now plagued with the deathly sights Of darkened, dismal days and dank, musty nights Truth be told I want to return to that heavenly place But tis this shack that is my pen, my metal cell Lying next to what is left of the place that fell.
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Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 8:40 AM UTC
The place that fell
A classic way of how to talk The criticism on how you walk The words you use everyday Moulded like a piece of clay What you wear and where you reside When you laugh, when you cry Whether you're rich or ever so poor Whether you play and whether you score Perfection is a concept made to scare Made to question those that dare Dare to do not what their told Dare to break the dreaded mould...
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC
The mould
To save your soul I'd cross the seas I'd steal a boat and sail the breeze I'd live life upon the run Staring down many a guns. To save your sould I'd search the caves That lie across our childhood bay I'd speak to god in a moment so mad Praying in selfish thoughts so sad To save your soul I'd go so deep Into the alley where the homeless sleep I'd pay a dealer for his woes And once again off I'd go To save your soul I'd break the law Not even I know what I'd do it for But once thing I know is what I would do And who I would hurt just to save you...
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Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 11:31 AM UTC
Saving a lost soul...
Come hither all Come stare at death With his ashen face And icy breath With a cast so cracked And a blackened soul Reaping lives Is all he knows Taketh those who hang at dawn He shan't cry, he shall not mourn Taketh the ones who lie asleep A few days old...not even a week. He laughs with a gruff yet unknown sound As yet another soul falls and another one drowns He opposes the bible, he despises the rules Yet he himself has godly tools. So you can run You can hide But you can laugh You can cry But nothing will stop that deadly force So let time itself run it's course...
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Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 7:25 AM UTC
Let time run...