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 Oct 2014
Haydn Swan
I was once like you,
but now I am a here,
I sit and wait for hours and days,
why can’t anyone see me,
they seem to look right through,
I feel no hunger, feel no thirst,
what is this that I have become,
I am like the moon and sun,
caught on a film that always runs,
I am lost forever in this twilight haze,
so many things I do not understand,
I walk around on a busy street,
eyes to eyes that never meet,
that spot on the road looks so familiar,
immense pain it would not wait,
I think this was where I met my fate.
 Oct 2014
Haydn Swan
Time cares not for your tears,
nor contemplates the weary years,
it toils with its prey inside its lair,
feasting on our pain and despair,

It cannot sooth a weeping soul,
or spirit dark as blackened coal,
it bares no comforting arms to hold,
just scorns in jest as our life's unfold.
 Oct 2014
Haydn Swan
I am made of wood,
I’m never quite understood,
a clockwork spring makes me talk,
pulling my strings makes me walk,

My painted cheeks are rouged with red,
as I slump in silence upon the bed,
no one see’s and no one hears,
my jingle, jangle clockwork tears.
 Oct 2014
Haydn Swan
A carpet of grass deft underfoot,
like a huge grey blanket swathing the landscape,
cold and bleak, enticing a quickened pace,
Whistling wind wraps around me like a skeletons arms,
teasing and beguiling me onwards toward a destination unknown,
on its breath ride the whispers of forgotten lost souls.
The moon peers down through a silken scarf of blackened clouds,
Its knowing face smiling sinuously, as if luring ships to the rocks on a tempestuous sea,
from its mouth fall beams of light that illuminate the hills and troughs ahead, like a procession of flickering lanterns on a majestic parade,
Blackened gnarled trees seem to bow in respect as the coldness of the night permeates my core,
their dark shapes appearing on the horizon, like tomb stones in some ancient graveyard.
So among this swathing scene unfolding and with coat collar raised, I merge with the shapes and disappear into the folds of night.
Inspired by a walk on the moors, some years ago, on a cold and windy, winters night.
 Oct 2014
Haydn Swan
Today a flower unfurls in a distant place,
its fragrance a sweet smelling savor,
its delicate frame echoing lost beauty,
it whispers a name that can never be forgotten.
A few words in remembrance of a dear , sweet absent friend who passed away this time last year.
 Oct 2014
Haydn Swan
We are the virus,
The disease ridden art of perfection,
eroded by a cancerous cyst,
turned a whiter shade of pale,
paper thin beauty in a beholders eye,
stifled laughs through blackened lungs,
drip fed tears through a wrinkled skin,
we see our dust start to fall,
prelude turns to interlude,
our truth and destiny,
the moth eaten robes of a transient soul.
the disintegration of the human form, old age.
 Oct 2014
Haydn Swan
Ship ahoy !
she sails into the harbor,
masts glistening in the morning sun,
her decks a wash with the promise of discovery,
her groaning timbers telling tales of forbidden pleasures,
rich is her cargo and she bows under weight of collected treasures,
take me away oh merry band of sailors,
take me to your lands of bounty,
never again to return to these shores.
I wrote this sometime ago, whilst looking at the tall ships moored in the harbor near to where I live.
 Oct 2014
Haydn Swan
Cigarettes and alibis,
purple turtles, little white lies,
see you fall on a silver screen,
a living testament of all that’s been,

caught your tears in a bottle of rye,
never ever seen a crocodile cry,
storms a brewing in an old tea cup,
stirred up the leafs, our time is up.
disintegrating relationships
 Oct 2014
Eva Rosehill
Anger is a fire that consumes the body and mind
It sits and waits, fed by grudges left behind
Coursing through your veins like a poison of the soul
Dismissing all rationality and sense of self-control
Like a blanket woven by corruption and fear
It blinds what we see and alters what we hear
Until all is contorted, withered and bleak
Because what has taken over has made you weak
Until, like a disease, it spreads from victim to victim
A thing so dark it is certainly quite fearsome
The spawn of destruction, sadness and terror
Conjured from darkness of the human error
We must forgive to forget and repent
And retrieve ourselves that, from anger, is bent
And from the fire, the flames lick at the roof of your mouth
And threatens to burn so you let it spill out
A pyromaniac of your own hatred and loathing
That all but leaves you heaving and choking
And so from ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Forget bitter anger, for it is a thing we cannot trust
 Oct 2014
lX0st
You kissed my eyes shut
And laid me to sleep,
Now this landfill of hope
Is a wasteland of dreams.
And your words are never as true as they seem.
 Oct 2014
Haydn Swan
What is it we see and so often despise,
when we view ourselves using only the eyes,
that distorted image inside our head,
the old snakes skin that we’d like to shed,

dare we look from behind the frame,
beyond the self-loathing, repulsion and shame,
our vesture is woven from the beauty inside,
so take on its mantel and wear it with pride.
I wrote this for anyone who struggles with accepting how they see themselves in the mirror, which is often very different to how others see us.  It sounds like a cliche but beauty really is what we are on the inside.
 Oct 2014
Haydn Swan
In front of the mirror doing my hair,
It’s all in the prep work, don’t despair,
Soon be time for the big event,
all this grooming is time well spent,

walk like a robot, keep a straight face,
don’t want a single hair out of place,
grab the phone, yes this is the spot,
set it all up for the perfect shot,

try to look natural, find the right pose,
hide the blemish that’s on my nose,
impossible angles, arm muscles ache,
the phone in my hand is starting to shake,

follow the light, keep stumbling back,
I think I’m having a panic attack,
all this stress is really no fun,
but a click of the button and the deed is done !
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