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  Aug 2017 Grey mirror
H Phone
I’m obsessed with pain
Because pity comes with
Fighting my own made-up fights
“How do you know what I go through!?
How can you possibly understand!?”
I wish I could say those words
Yet they remain locked in verse
Every waking moment I rehearse
Front to back and back in reverse
Cause maybe if I keep yelling
To myself
I’ll start to believe
My own delusions
This confusion
The illusion
That I’m in pain when really I’m not

I want to hurt so that I can say:
“You’re hurting me, please go away.”
And yet I always stay
Grey mirror Aug 2017
Boo hoo, you have a wound,
But I called it a boon.
For you had gone too far
If it wasn't for that scar,
You would have still been stuck
Rewinding the bad past,
Thinking the pain gave meaning,
All it did was cut you out like
dead grasses.
You lost your colour,
you turned into rotten molasses​.

But now it's just a scar.
It made you realised you'd gone too far.
Your cheeks regain their rosy hue.
Once again I see you bloom
From a bud to a beautiful flower.
Thanks to the the rain that showered,
Washed all the pain of those wasted hours.
Now you find yourself in a new chapter.
So wasn't your wound a boon?
Starting a new chapter
Grey mirror Aug 2017
Be stars in this wicked world,
Shine a path for those with darken hearts.
Be a good example for those who have lost their ways and think they have become futile.
  Jul 2017 Grey mirror
phil roberts
Do not dream too loudly
You may awaken your conscience

                                        By Phil Roberts
  Jul 2017 Grey mirror
Penelope Winter
For if I told you that I love you
Anywhere but my poetry
It would give you the power
To walk away.
So for now I will write
'Til the pen falls from my hand.
Never not loving you
And never not denying it.

- p. winter
Grey mirror Jul 2017
When will you realise?
That you're blessed you haven't ended your life,
Even though you wanted to.
When will you realise?
That you have met many,
Whose hopes have been deprived
Yet refuse to give up.
When will you realise?
You have good friends and family that help you through the night,
When all you want to do is cry.
When will you realise?
That you are loved beyond the moon,
And every morning, you wake up,
You hear the sparrows chirping a new tune,
That lets you know
your dreams will come to past*,
In time and soon.
Dedicated to a friend who is going through hard times.
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