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I just wanted to intervene
And say that fate has been acting
Way too passive aggressively
Lately and it would be good
For everyone involved
If fate could try and welcome
Someone else's perspective
For a change
As well as work at being more open
To constructive criticism
Thank you
Let's not act like animals
It walks and runs
It sees, it follows
Anything in their path
It swallows
The crowd runs deep
A million feet
Comes to smother
You in faces
By and gone ! An other
Probably off to the races
Locked inbetween polite blank stares
And many strange rules the crowd bears
Another stranger, lonely day
 Dec 2022 Clare Coffey
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Healing
 Dec 2022 Clare Coffey
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If you don't heal what hurt you,

You'll bleed on people who didn't cut you.
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 Dec 2022 Clare Coffey
Sara
When you kissed me, I lied.

I let you kiss me because I wanted someone to love me.  
I was selfish, I wanted to soothe my craving for attention, soft and kind love.

It’s because you’re warm and safe, I still do get the urge to trust you with love.
In fact you’re handsome while so insecure.

But I shouldn’t have kissed you, because I knew I didn’t want you but your aroma.
I chewed it and played with it to spare your feelings and to ebb my shame

but believe me, I’m happy to have made your acquaintance on that awful day that appeared on paper as perfect.
On the day when the last one I loved, introduced me to you
My poems have started taking sound of a prose?, not sure where it came from
 Dec 2022 Clare Coffey
S R Mats
Burnt orange is beginning to softly paint the sky
Soon the sunrise will shine full light into my eyes

This is when the midnight blue that was above
Is starting to turn that shade of blue that I love

I am sitting, sipping, waiting for the full light of day
Coffee in my cup is still warm; I'm waiting for the first ray
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
 Dec 2022 Clare Coffey
bones
I'm surrounded by these four walls,
My thoughts bouncing off of them;
Loud and clear.

I find comfort in these four walls,
Knowing that my cries for help never leave,
That when I wail at night no one can get to me.

I also feel trapped by these four walls,
They make me feel small,
The white colour blinding me when I come up for air each time.

But these four walls know me better than anyone else here,
They know the real me.
Because when I leave these four walls every morning,
I leave as a new me.
its been a while since I've written on this website. it feels odd to be back.
I hope this poem makes sense in some way.
I'll walk behind you
I'll lead the way
I'll walk beside you
Everyday

When you are frightened
I'll be brave
When you get lost
I'll light the way

When you're lonely
No need to cry
For I am with you
Day and night

I'll see you through
Your every endeavor
I'm with you now
And will be forever
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