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Debbie Brindley May 2017
I have a friend
She is my Forever
A friend since childhood
She's like a precious treasure
Unfortunately she lives far away
But with video chat we can talk
face to face nearly every day

I have a friend
She is my Sun
So calm and gentle
She's full of fun
When I'm feeling bleak
My mood dark as night
She comes bringing her rays of sunshine
and surrounds me with her light

I have a friend
She is my Knight In Shining Armour
A friend who's talkative and vibrant
She's a real charmer
She always seems to know when I'm feeling sad and blue
She takes me away on what we call a pampering rescue

I have a friend
She is my smile
I've had this friend for quite a while
Time will pass maybe 6months or more
Next minute she'll be at my door
With a big smile and lots of charm
ready to greet me with open arms

I have a friend, My best friend
She is my sister
If she were to ever leave
I would truly miss her
She is so full of love, support and care
and no matter what she's always there
She helps me so
and life at times isn't much fun
And one day I hope to repay her for everything she has done
If I combined together the years that I have known these ladies minus my sister it works out to be 113years.
PK Wakefield  Apr 2013
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PK Wakefield Apr 2013
it completely staged was your throat
1/2 broken perhaps yowling by a
long mouth inching rapidly

in eager please to
tell a boy how much he did
your cherry knees to wobble
(the anger of his hands
and the thrusting of his bobble)

for 6months wearing
a back into his sheets
only your inch mouth long
saying to darling I
for  a 1/2 year didn't

really ever come
Picture this:
Girl jumps up and down her bed lip syncing
Whitney's ' Dance with Somebody'
Girl cries every single time she watches a good love story
A helpless romantic she is

I was that girl
So when the day came
I fell HARD!
No shocker there
Thinking I was blessed because he fell harder
We were Adam and Eve in Eden
Before the biting of the apple
In our birthday suits without a care
Or a fear of prying eyes

And then it was all gone
Yanked from us
Futility became our reality
The naivety that was our future
I learnt it was never ours to keep
Evicted! we are to move
Onto our separate chapters
For vain had been my (our) inputs

Picture this:
Now
26 years 6months old
All drained out
Girl jumps up and down her bed lip syncing
No more , nothing left just
A Door hanger
That screams
'EMOTIONALLY UNAVAILABLE'

©Belema.S.Ekine
(belemascribbles)
DrugYouShouldTry Dec 2017
You told me you didnt like my smoking
So I stopped for a whole 6months
I didn'teven fancy blunts
Even felt my body get better
Then you left me after you said you wouldn't
So of course I'm smoking again cause I don't have a reason to make you happy anymore
Rather burn my lungs andhope to die in gore..
Beth Decisions Jun 2015
It's 8am and I still haven't slept.
The thought of you has driven sleep away.
I've finally laid down,
And begun to play our song on repeat.
Praying for the first time in 6months.
Begging to understand.
To learn how to be okay with all that's happened.
To understand why I had to lose that baby.
Why I had to lose you.
What is suppose to happen that I can't have you in my life for.
Asking for help.
Help to learn how to be okay if you're not suppose to be here.
And if you are suppose to come back to my life...
Like I so desperately feel that you are.
Help to have the patience to get there.
I don't know how to love myself anymore.
I don't know how to survive without my bestfriend at my side.
So I'm just begging to learn how to want to live without you here.
I just need help to find a way to understand.
I just want to understand.
Then maybe I can sleep.
Maybe I'll be okay.
Maybe I'll be able to clear my head enough to evade constantly thinking of you.
I barely eat.
I barely sleep.
I'm to preoccupied in missing you.
I just want to learn how not to miss you.
I just want to learn how to sleep.
Warren  Dec 2019
Grenfell Tower
Warren Dec 2019
Just before 1am On the 14th June 2017, In North Kensington West London - A fire broke out that ravaged a 24 story tower block filled with families who were settled in for the night.
During the hours that pursued , Panic was prevalent and mistakes were made.
72 innocent life’s were lost.

Their story, my words.
written with love, sorrow and respect.

A summers night like any other,
Settled in for the night,
Tv on,
We were having a late one,
Even mum,
Dad with his tea - just the way a family should be.
Same old noises from around the flats,
Distant shouts,
Yells from above,
No doubt a party - just spreading the love.

But this night wasn’t like any other,
The yells I thought were laughter grew louder,
Panicked in a confused chorus,
Footsteps up and down the corridor outside,
I felt an overwhelming urge to hide,
Doors were being banged,
The feeling was intense,
Screaming and shouting under a calm pretence,
FIRE was shouted,
A singular word,
Everything else momentarily blurred,

Dad said he’d sort it,
And went outside to investigate,
Mum didn’t hesitate,
Into the kitchen,
By the balcony door -
She sat me down on the floor.
Don’t worry she said with a look of pure dread,
Never before did I doubt what she said.
Don’t worry son,
There’s no need to fear.
Where’s dad I asked,
Why is he not here,
I want dad with us,
It’s ok she said
He’ll be sorting things out,
Just like he said.

It was at 12.50am when the fire is believed to of started. A resident found his fridge freezer on fire and raised the alert.
The fire brigade were called. The first fire crew entered at 1.07am, 17mins after the fire was discovered.
At 1.08 the fire had breached the window and within minutes ignited the external panels outside the flat.

I’m scared mum, why’s everyone screaming,
I wished I was dreaming,
Sat there scared on the floor
Mum just stared vacant watching the door,


At 1.15am the fire had spread to the flat above.
The fire brigade called for back up. The flames spread up the outside of the building to the roof at a terrifying rate, burning behind the waterproof panels which made it impossible to get the water from the hoses at it.
By 1.35am 20 pumps were active on site. At this point the ambulance service were called in.

“Where’s dad” I cried,
Has he died ?
“Don’t be ridiculous” mum said
But she knew full well the fire had spread,
Thick grey smoke blew outside the window,
Right then in that moment was the epitome of limbo,

We couldn’t leave,
We couldn’t stay,
The smoke was spreading like hastened decay,

Then I saw a man,
As if in slow motion,
It was so surreal,
I felt void of emotion,
He fell past the window,
We were on the 15th floor,
I had no sense of myself anymore.

Our flat was filling with smoke,
I started to choke,
Dad wasn’t back,
Mum quietly spoke -
I need you to listen, It’s important - she said,
Put this wet towel over your head,
Stay on the floor and try not to worry,
I’m going to find dad but I’ll be back in a hurry.

How many parents were torn between protecting their loved ones and going for help,
How can you choose what to do when there’s no time to think about it,
When everything around you is falling apart and filling with smoke.
Your family trapped in a flat that’s burning from the outside in.

I was too scared to move,
With my towel on the floor,
I managed to peep out so I could watch the door,
Any minute now mum and dad would be back,
I tried to stay awake,
But everything was going black.
I tried to listen ,
To hear for their voice,
I wanted to wait but I didn’t have a choice,
Everything went silent,
It was my time to go,
I did try to wait,
I pray that they know.

Grenfell Tower burned for 60hrs on that fateful night.
72 died, 223 escaped and thousands were affected.
Residents were given the wrong advice, some fatefully told to stay in their flats, others died trying to get to safety. Some jumped from sheer desperation.
Many children lost their life that night, the youngest was only 6months old.

The ultimate cause of the fire becoming so fierce and spreading so quickly was due to the illegal cladding that was used to cover the exterior, which ultimately carried the fire.
So many people failed in their responsibility,
So many people failed in their actions,
And 72 people were ultimately failed.

God rest their souls.
if following the Cartesian model
the schizophrenic
bilingual love machine
experiences an apolitical vibe in this place
spare me the details
about a Frenchman and a Polishman
speaking in the land of Eng and Nod
and somehow touching like
that way my grandfather touched me
when talking to me
"invading" my private space
i will not drink this feeling these thoughts
away
i will have to face fire to fire
and water with water
mundane in the crab bucket
in the ****** yellow jacket workforce
and then the ethereal lizard men
the billions of false teeth and
toothpicks
entire forests of these heaps and heaps
of toothpicks and shipwrecks...
and just between me Mark Gandu and Ahmed
we were experiencing televsion
the one boy from Southampton
in popular televsion
with father
mr **** on his back
with a number
and apparently there is no mental illness associated
with pre-cognitive
res extensa pressures on the individual
broadly speaking
i was going to add
clearly:
i can stop being a poet and not have to become
a painter:
an artist is a broad sense of the word:
autist is also artist
solipsist the broaded term
and it's not even curfew hour
stress at work
yes
i came home
after fasting all day
i use hunger to chill out in the crowd
me Ahmed and Gandu
we were hungry and chill
i stopped drinking...
way way much
i have come around a different man
even the women say
i am married
i gave 4 years up on my wife
when i shared a wedding picture of me
at work with an Older Colleague...
and i said to him:
well... the time had come:
if i weren't married at 40
didn't try it
i could go down the road of Nieztsche
the bachelor the dead end
the nihilism died with solipsism
emerging on the horizon
with my uncle Martin
and Nietzsche
the eternal bachelors
but with Kant the ******* ******
or the even vaguer term like the Scholastic
Escetic... Stoic...
Kant must have practiced stoicism like a meditation
i imagine it too
by keeping off the alcohol
with some ****
the smell actually moved through the train
at Goodmayes
i feel reborn in the Res Extensa reality
and away from the Res Cogitans reality
and it's a simple switch on
and off
without god
at the prism of cogito
   and the egos fighting for the cogito
even gods perhaps
but certainly all of man
and i stopped smelling of ***** at work
and the **** followed me on the train
but at least who gets to say
that they come back from a mundane job
and think about philosophy
like they might paint
or write poetry
or just sit in front of the television...
mister woozy
i was not in Thailand...
but in the basic schematic of the individual:

res extensa implies: i remember, i imagine, i dream....
this is my only way to organise
the organs of the psyche
if the psyche has organs
then they are the functions of the requisite essences
of organs

i think: the brain is that
i remember: the heart is that
i imagine: the eye
i dream: the genitals... and the vivo per vivo...
if you get to sleep with someone
and before that the great
winter of the purge
an entire winter: 6months stuck in some outlandish
world of the night
falling asleep one
but seriously more than once
but indeed that incident of talking to
a would be rough sleeper:
the headache will be a pulsation
and who in their right realm of mind
for the day
would come and say:
of the thing that i am
and i am by extending into the thing that i'm not
perhaps the most intact memory
translates like a second walking
from no memory of actually learning
to walk...
one has to walk again on a bicycle
i wouldn't recommend
waiting like me
for over 28 or 29 years to learn to drive
a car... ****... i'm growing old
nearing 40
so i said
might as well marry
and this is like the marriage of Muhammad
with Khedira
and the muslim girls seem to have not thought
be seriously through
when i come around to Christianity and i see
an intolerable power
and only this prescribed in England for Easter...
because there's no stumble
block i suppose beside me

and i can either tame the beast or stress
because parents were having an argument
at home and i walked into it
and there was so much not talked about
probably just anything really
but also like the change
i made like when i came back from
grandmother and grandfather all slim
so the girls started to like me in high school
with long hair and a surfer do
so that an Aussia girl really liked me and
i was probably only because
i was the tallest in the year
and it's like that again
but i've come back with a Puerto Rican wife
and now i have all the male attention
and the women are in the background
and i don't mean that
as that terrible Nickleback song:
the Leader of Men...
no... i think i need a menial job
like security etc
so i can do a Leibniz... i need space and time
to write: to explore something akeyesh
to the need to wash oneself i don't imagine
the accounts from 20th century will be
richer than in any other century
and it will be hard to replicate
in such democracy peacock:
this century will have to remember several men
and for that to happen
at least one generation of death seperates
the time of writing this and the time of it being properly
appreciated:
i exclude myself from the readership of peers
i am only bound by the scrutiny of the dead:
who are yet to living come.
please don't take 32 years from learning to ride
a bicycle to learning to drive a car
don't learn to ride horses in between...
please don't learn to ride horses in between...
but please visit a brothel.

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