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Legs stretched

rotating  
ankles slowly

beckoning

seductively

with wriggling toes.
I wouldn't die for you



I'd only die

without you

X<3X
My timing is almost as perfect
as the broken glass
that lines my cracked feet
tired from walking
running, leaving
It'll be worth it
But my timing is almost
as good as that lie
that spoils my tongue
tired from saying,
"It's a big change. I'll
be                        fine."
© Daniel Magner 2012
Mistletoe with  berries red
chestnuts roasting, kids in bed
glass of eggnog cheeky kiss
how I live for times like this
wrapping done and stockings filled
brandy warmed and champagne chilled
baking done put up our feet
and sip the drips from lips so sweet
turkey thawed ready to roast
cards all sent by last nights post
treats left out for old St Nick
but maybe add a carrot thick
snowman built and robins fed
so now my love it's time for bed
midnight bells and wicked grin
as one last glass of port and gin
maybe dear before they rise
you could unwrap just one surprise
if you can't find it Neath the tree
then maybe baby. your gifts me
so Merry Christmas all my friends
as with a bang this poem now ends


****<3xx
Happiness is peace,
Beautiful and very calm,
Happiness is calm.

*
~Marian~
Do not feed the pigeons
the tired park warden said
because you see, there's only me
and I hates the taste of bread

Do not feed the squirrels
the tired park warden said
because those nuts tears up me guts
and me **** is left in shreds

Do not feed the duckies
the tired park warden said
Because you bake god awful cake
I'd much rather eat me shed

Do not feed the parkie
the worried doctor said
he's had e'nuff of out date stuff
please try binning it instead.
The darkness masks ideas
People,
Animals.
Your perception is not
what it can be.
Everything’s gloomy
Unreal,
Chaotic.
But yet we strain,
Our eyes to see.
Every dark figure,
Notion,
Object.
That reaches out
With unsteady hands.
To steady our
Hopes,
Dreams.
In this dimly lit world,
We believe,
That these figures,
Are not what they seem.
Failure is not kind,
there is no soft landing,
only a pillow covering your face
and cutting off your wind pipe,
till you feel you are done,
for once,
but you're not.
The pillow comes off your face
just before you admit defeat,
and you push forwards,
even if you have no will left inside you.
If you fail again,
you move on,
never learning that,
failure is kind.
An old abandoned hospital,
that's your choice of stay.
To prove yourself worthy,
of all your friends praise.
You walk into the dark, broken entrance,
why were you doing this.
What was the point.
Well you can't turn back now.
You walk in and take a left,
into an eerily cold room,
a little toy car,
rolled across the room.
There was no breeze.
You take a step back,
and a door slams shut.
You jump forwards,
and run into a small bed,
on that bed,
was an apparition,
of a little boy.
He sat up and stared at you,
his eyes growing wide,
"Get Out!"
he whispered,
his little voice filled with warning,
and small eyes filled with fear.
"Get Out!"
was repeated,
but this time it came from behind you.
You slowly turn around,
and a dark figure is standing there.
Its eyes were dark,
and the figure was angry,
"Get Out!" it screamed,
and the room suddenly got very hot.
As you ran for the door,
childish laughter filled the room.
As you bolted for the closed door,
it opened before you reached it,
you ran out of the hospital,
with the voice in your ears,
"Get Out!"
I watch too much ghost stories now don't I
Since day one,
she was a daddy's girl,
she was her fathers,
entire world.
Nothing could hurt,
his baby girl,
without answering to the face,
of rage and peril.
He saw her relationships,
and watched them fall,
and anger consumed him,
until he was completely enthralled.
Yet he saw a relationship,
full of hope and light,
and he thought to himself,
this might be the one.
Down an aisle,
he walks with his soon to be married
daughter,
linked together by their arms.
He hands her away,
his little girl,
to the love of her life,
and she smiled at him.
The same smile she always wore,
when he came home from work.
She was still
a daddy's girl.
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