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There’s an Escape Lane on Porlock Hill For those cars that are rusting, creaking and leaking For those drivers whose brakes have failed to arrest them It forces them uphill ‘til they judder and stop. There’s an Escape Lane on Porlock Hill It’s not for the likes of me, my driving restrained, my vehicle maintained Appropriately serviced with logbook stamps-in-a-row It’s for someone else entirely; quite other than me. There’s an Escape Lane on Porlock Hill For someone who speeds and needs to be forced to a stop Leaving them battered and bruised – and feeling quite foolish It’s not for me: I don’t need it. I can stop by myself. Truly, I can stop.
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Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 4:38 AM UTC
Escape Lane on Porlock Hill
I've stopped time in fantasies What can I do to make it real? Is it a crime to be honest Expressing how I feel? Been solving puzzle since day one Haven't made much progress Has love become an object to you? You no longer want to possess? Evolved Different creatures Hard as I tried to resist Clock hands pushing us forward They felt more like fists Have problems gotten the best of us? Way over our heads Dissolving our hopes and dreams Drowning in separate beds No reason to keep fighting Nothing left to continue reaching for Were unwilling victims of change Still hold onto the life we knew before
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Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 10:57 AM UTC
Stopping Time
If you cannot find strength to keep pushing along On the right track or wrong The beliefs and feelings you believed you once knew All that in your mind the only thing stopping you
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Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 10:54 PM UTC
The Only Thing Stopping You
So many hours of each day I go about doing all the things I want accumulating long moments without a thought of you but when I do stop to notice you to commune I am again renewed and filled with your love. May I take a few long or short moments with you each day for refills.
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Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 11:36 AM UTC
Refill Moments
By Arcassin Burnham Holy unholy matrimony in love. cozy like a feather under rain where my heart Is. stopping all the violence in the world where it all begin. love everyone love noone at all for this is trust. your dreams soaked in tar where it does not see the light of day again. Holy unholy matrimony in love. theres no where to hide, no where to run, officially stuck. Holy unholy matrimony in love. Holy unholy matrimony your in love. Holy unholy matrimony be in love.
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Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
Cozzy
Everything stops. Rain stops falling like a two-year-old’s tantrum tears, and rocks stop skipping when inertia gives in to gravity. Clocks stop ticking when the gears start to rust, and hearts stop beating, like a melody too tired to play. Just as “I love you” stops buzzing like insects in my head, and you stop caring whether or not we see each other that day. Eventually, our time here will stop, too. And looking back, maybe you’ll wish that I never stopped and that you never gave yourself the chance to.
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC
Make it stop
sometimes I think I miss you but then I think again and realize that I don't need you as a "buddy" or a "friend" You hurt my heart you hurt my soul but without you here I am still whole. You can take yourself away from me and try to make me mad but it isn't gonna work, ya know Because I'm all done being sad I'm happier without you and I dont care what you believe, my life's only gotten better since I stopped stopping your leave
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Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 7:22 AM UTC
Im happier without you.
The spreading of wings, to cover the night of day. The overbearing clouds, keeping the sunrise at bay. All things great, and all things good, are things by all means, probably should. Lead to happiness, prosperity, and joy within me, or a simple contentment, a peace that will be. Yet no matter what strives, no matter what comes to be. The characteristic of things, is that they all cease to be. Happiness. Sadness. All good and bad. Like the time of midnight, vanishing in seconds. Burning the fuels, and pushing the lies, we strive ceaselessly, towards countless lies. Of messages of a future we think we understand, A glimmer of hope which we barely comprehend. Needlessly striving, continually pursuing, we arrive at the destination, burning, smoldering. Our wayward soul, all the burns that follow, and we look upon, to truly behold. What we see are the joys, temporary pleasantries, a series of countless, wastes and toiletries. When we realize the path that we sowed has been done, and all that we wish for, coming undone. We begin to regret, not knowing back then, that a path which burns, will lead to ashes in the end. Yet it is not too late, for there's always a chance, that the truth will shine, bright as the sun. It is the moonlit night, the salient breeze. Which cools our hearts, and soothes the feels. When we release the burdens which have cindered us for so long, what is left, is to go where we belong. Peaceful and free, cool and placid, it is then we can say, "Cooling down is worth it."
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Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 12:05 PM UTC
Cooling Down
The spreading of wings, to cover the night of day. The overbearing clouds, keeping the sunrise at bay. All things great, and all things good, are things by all means, probably should. Lead to happiness, prosperity, and joy within me, or a simple contentment, a peace that will be. Yet no matter what strives, no matter what comes to be. The characteristic of things, is that they all cease to be. Happiness. Sadness. All good and bad. Like the time of midnight, vanishing in seconds. Burning the fuels, and pushing the lies, we strive ceaselessly, towards countless lies. Of messages of a future we think we understand, A glimmer of hope which we barely comprehend. Needlessly striving, continually pursuing, we arrive at the destination, burning, smoldering. Our wayward soul, all the burns that follow, and we look upon, to truly behold. What we see are the joys, temporary pleasantries, a series of countless, wastes and toiletries. When we realize the path that we sowed has been done, and all that we wish for, coming undone. We begin to regret, not knowing back then, that a path which burns, will lead to ashes in the end. Yet it is not too late, for there's always a chance, that the truth will shine, bright as the sun. It is the moonlit night, the salient breeze. Which cools our hearts, and soothes the feels. When we release the burdens which have cindered us for so long, what is left, is to go where we belong. Peaceful and free, cool and placid, it is then we can say, "Cooling down is worth it."
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We live in a world full of everything we have the happy we have the sad we have the angry we have the glad we have food we have houses we have feuds we have spouses we have the glowing we have defeat we have the outgoing we have those who retreat As we go through life with our eyes pressed forward we never stop to look at the ones who "don't have" those who are hurting those who are sad those who are crying those who are mad those who have no houses those who have no food those who have no spouses those who live in a constant fued those who are covered in strife those who are broke those who are done with life and willing to choke So my challenge to you is next time you walk outside next time you start to ignore instead of worrying of only yourself help someone through the door stop putting them on the shelf help them off the floor and think of something other than yourself a lot more
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Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 7:40 PM UTC
Other than Yourself
A wall stands before me I do not know what lies beyond I remember what's behind me But I can never turn back A bird sings into the distance A dog barks along the chorous They're telling me something But I can never understand Just like how I can never see what lies beyond The great wall that stands before me
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Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 10:44 AM UTC
A Wall,
In the long or short expanse of your life can you say you have become a hero? I often wonder if I’ll be remembered for anything important when I’m gone. No biological children to carry my name no feats that brought me fame no bravery to save a life in danger no building or great wealthy gain no great status or social changer. But more and more lately being considered or thought of greatly is not my concern. Now-a-days I ask myself if I’ve taken time to listen or smile or write a rhyme to pause for a minute or an hour to stop, notice and smell a flower? Have I spoken kindly in a bad mood or shut up when someone was rude or let traffic in my lane or fed my soul as well as my brain? Today I ask not if I am a hero but simply if I am becoming. “Becoming a Hero,” Copyright ©2017 by Glenn Currier
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Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 12:54 PM UTC
Becoming a Hero
Just like those people who stop at resturaunts to go to the bathroom and leave I feel the same exact way with people using me I don't know if some of them will ever notice that I deserve emotional profit too
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Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 7:25 PM UTC
Stopping At Resturaunts
I've given up on giving up Whats the point of stopping halfway down the mile stretch I've broken down a million times Reconstruct me into something stronger I've cried on a daily basis Let this be the fuel for my future confrontations I've wanted to end my life on so many occasions I should stop playing God and allow myself to die naturally I've always thought my life was full of negatives When in reality, every negative has a opposite A positive. And that is worth waiting for
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 11:03 PM UTC
Given up on giving up
(for my brother, Martin) I have sown the moon in the sky for you so every night its there for you to see I have stopped every clock from ticking time away I have turned the tides back from the shore I have stopped your world in blue belled Spring and locked my in the falling leaves of Autumn So now you can rewind the moments of the world You can go back, to that one moment of choice and never find the hose, nor set the engine deadly running nor send those texts of fond farewells, to friends who looked away nor write to me with love a comfort letter for the dreadful loss. No! Just you: the tufted, still blonde cowlick sticking up the crinkled nose and cheeky smile those sea blue eyes to drown in strong brown arms, muscles flexed and toned wrapped tight around me warm and alive. © M.L.Emmett
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC
Sewing the Moon in the Sky