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 Mar 2016 Daisy May
Haydn Swan
touch the steel,
cold, hard and  unforgiving,
like the life I have led,
yet in this moment of quiet contemplation
it seems strangely comforting,
sure and steadfast under my feet,
the sweat and toil of this vast construction,
lives that have given themselves to the quest,
yet I now find myself at one with this web of steel,
my only friend when no one heard my call,
cold, wet steel and the vast dark sky,
to this strange connection I must now say goodbye,
the time has come, my leap of faith.
I wrote this as I was touched by the recent suicide of a local girl who committed suicide by jumping off a bridge. RIP x
 Jan 2016 Daisy May
I took a dance around the Moon
because I heard lovers met there
those that loved to dance
and those who loved to sing
everyone told me, they were poets.
 Jan 2016 Daisy May
Andrew H
Hey Dad
I’m asking that you bring me home
I can’t make it through life alone
I’m struggling through my problems all alone
There’s people here, but they don’t understand
They’re not going through the life I am
I just want to come home and stay
I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait until that day
When I’m home and everything’s ok
I want to come home so people can’t affect the way I feel
And the promises people make are real

I want you to come pick me up today
And take me to that place in the sky
Where’s there’s no hunger
and there’s no pain
I want to come home
where I don’t have to worry about money because my bank is low
Dad I’m tired of being here on Earth
So I’m asking that you come down from the Heavens and bring me home
This isn't a poem about my biological Father. It's a poem about God.
 Jan 2016 Daisy May
Haydn Swan
Shadows and ghosts
they eat at my soul
to old to feel the kick
to young to feel at rest
symmetry in a crooked line
acrid water that turns to wine
a cold patch in a heated room
voices in an empty hall
dark shapes in the corner of an eye
wish I could get some sleep
forever in peace,
in the last of these days.
 Jan 2016 Daisy May
Haydn Swan
An ashen face is who I really am
solemnity is the key to my soul
I wear the darkness like an encompassing cloak,
robes of black in the fields of gold,
selling secrets never to be told,
I hear the laughter behind my back
cackling, mocking at my disguise,
but I sing my song, a sedative reprise,
what of you and your sentinel ways ?
you'll never be me in the last of these days.
 Nov 2015 Daisy May
Safe Places
 Nov 2015 Daisy May
I am leaving safe places
To find where I'm supposed to be
It doesn't feel quite right nor
It doesn't feel wrong
But I'm leaving safe places
Because here's not where I belong
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