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I was damaged, I was broken born An incubator were the arms I rested upon, I left and real arms were felt, Life was good for a while Till parents Did slam the door Tears were many, hidden from our view, "But was I to blame" For many years I thought so, My schools days They were Ups, & Downs, Skinny White guy Short and could run Because of the Neanderthals Knuckles scrapping  upon the floor I was like the wind Feet, Run, Gliding. Upon slab and tarmac, But one only glides so much Then came the fall, And I fell hard upon Fist, Foot, & Word After days, months, years The running stopped 1 tablet 2 tablet 10 tablets more Three times tested I Awoke Confused Once again life a cruel joke. But I learnt that death didn't want me, And after the third, I clicked, It is not me Those who pummelled Those of venom spit, I was stronger now They were the joke I grew stronger in sprit, I thought I could cope "But I was broken" Never seeing the cracks / \ / \ And in late teens Like a bull charging my mind broke, Shattered, Pieces, Lay, In bed, I lay never leaving "A worried mother" I hardly spoke, Many days or weeks had past, I don't know when but "Like a jigsaw my mind mended," Not fully Anger crept in, But then I saw a few of those Neanderthals Who while at school Were the cool kids The ones who taunted others, And the Mighty Had, Fallen, Real life not being what They had hoped, Fallen from grace, But I felt sorrow for them For I knew what was Important, Life Family, Love, And I had stumbled And many times I had fell But now my life was for living, This was just the first twenty years My life was akin to a soap opera, Days of our lives, Coronation street, All rolled in to one, There were many more stories Nutty adventures, pick axe handle to the face, But that is for another time, goodnight & live well.
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
The Days of Me (joe cole challenge)
I was damaged, I was broken born An incubator were the arms I rested upon, I left and real arms were felt, Life was good for a while Till parents Did slam the door Tears were many, hidden from our view, "But was I to blame" For many years I thought so, My schools days They were Ups, & Downs, Skinny White guy Short and could run Because of the Neanderthals Knuckles scrapping  upon the floor I was like the wind Feet, Run, Gliding. Upon slab and tarmac, But one only glides so much Then came the fall, And I fell hard upon Fist, Foot, & Word After days, months, years The running stopped 1 tablet 2 tablet 10 tablets more Three times tested I Awoke Confused Once again life a cruel joke. But I learnt that death didn't want me, And after the third, I clicked, It is not me Those who pummelled Those of venom spit, I was stronger now They were the joke I grew stronger in sprit, I thought I could cope "But I was broken" Never seeing the cracks / \ / \ And in late teens Like a bull charging my mind broke, Shattered, Pieces, Lay, In bed, I lay never leaving "A worried mother" I hardly spoke, Many days or weeks had past, I don't know when but "Like a jigsaw my mind mended," Not fully Anger crept in, But then I saw a few of those Neanderthals Who while at school Were the cool kids The ones who taunted others, And the Mighty Had, Fallen, Real life not being what They had hoped, Fallen from grace, But I felt sorrow for them For I knew what was Important, Life Family, Love, And I had stumbled And many times I had fell But now my life was for living, This was just the first twenty years My life was akin to a soap opera, Days of our lives, Coronation street, All rolled in to one, There were many more stories Nutty adventures, pick axe handle to the face, But that is for another time, goodnight & live well.
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
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