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Sep 2014 Mark Ball

The Rain

Sep 2014 Mark Ball

Rosie Dee

The Rain

Today I got the urge to stand out in the pouring rain.
In the hope that maybe,
It might wash away the pain.
Wash away my sadness,
Wash away my fears,
And besides...in the pouring rain,
No one can see your tears.

Wrote this a while ago on the spot one early rainy morning when i was feeling a little down. And yes it's a little bit generic, and not the best I know-but hey i'm a novice! Criticism and thoughts etc appreciated :)

#love #fear #pain #sadness #rain #hurt

Sep 2014 Mark Ball

Ghost (Part one)

Sep 2014 Mark Ball

Rosie Dee

Ghost (Part one)

I saw you once across the street,
And all I did was stare.
For seconds after seeing you,
I realised you weren't really there.

Theres more to this poem then meets the eye, and more of the poem to be finished. But I like this little section on it's own so there it is. And yes i know it's boring and highly uncreative but hey it is wat it is i guess. Part two to come.

#ghost #partone #morethenmeetstheeye

Sep 2014 Mark Ball

And

Sep 2014 Mark Ball

Marie-Chantal

And

And the petals they cried.
And each of us sighed
As we looked at the sky
And we hoped to get by.

And the rest of them tried
As none of us lied
And though they worried and spied
They would never get by

And as the tears, they did fall
I would do nothing but call
For my petals to heal
And their small tears to feel

I could see through your fog
A deep grey black smog
And the pink petals flew
trailing behind you

And they whispered My Dear
Almost too quiet to hear
We will always be here

And the tears disappear.

This is about friendship (I think)

#love #hope #friendship

Sep 2014 Mark Ball

Swing Crack Swing

Sep 2014 Mark Ball

Marie-Chantal

Swing Crack Swing

Sway of a tree, rope hanging down.
Swing, crack, swing, feet graze the ground.
Scruffy old shoes, laces like the rope,
If only you had known that you still had so much hope

Pill Popper, made you feel.
You needed someone to know that this pain was real

Swing, crack, swing, go the branches above you
They called out with the wind and begged you not to
Mutated in the brain, lay the mangled secret
And it whispered to you softly *Keep it, keep it, keep it.

Sep 2014 Mark Ball

alone.

Sep 2014 Mark Ball

fisharedrowning

alone.

i ran,
i cried,
again,
i lied.

i did everything i could,
just to feel alive.

Sep 2014 Mark Ball

Five Working Days

Sep 2014 Mark Ball

Ignatius Brabazon

Five Working Days

A glass of wine is a fine thing,
Unless the wine is bad.

A pint of plain porter is a fair thing,
Unless it isn't very nice.

A smidgeon of whisky is a grand thing,
Unless the whisky is sub-standard.

A glass of ale is a proper thing,
Unless the ale is too warm.

A little gin is an excellent thing,
I have never observed an exception to this rule.

This is a grand one for men of the cloth.

#love #drink