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 May 2016 Tom Blake
Purple Rain
Holding back my tears
Seeing my world go by,
Trying not to cry on the edges of hell
No more sweet lullabies
Sounds of trains passing in my head,
could this be Freedom?
Or schizophrenia instead...
Laying in my bed
wishing I was dead
contemplating between pills and trigger
Who have I become?
I hold shame before myself in the mirror  
I admit I never actually faced my fear
I wonder if it is time to shed a tear...
Just one or two
Perhaps then the mind of me won't be so blue
This is a poem I wrote about my daily life with mental illness
 May 2016 Tom Blake
Little Bear
I dream of you where the flowers grow
such visions of contentment
where your voice is the stream that I follow
as it leads me to dappled shade
and beyond there are meadows of love
and the fields give life to happiness.

As I lay within my thoughts
your arms cover me in buttercups
clover softens my head
and dandelions touch my skin
as gently as your fingertips.

The smiling yellow faces look towards the sun
and your love feels like daisies
the ladybirds and I love you so
a gently growing blossom about my feet
you love me, you love me not, you will always love me

In a myriad of purple hues  
I hear your happiness like budlia
the bees and I love you so
dizzily dancing to taste your joy about my head
I love you, I love you not, I will always love you

I see tide upon tide of the brightest blue
a sea of remembrance, every petal is a kiss
and the butterflies and I love you so
they drink deeply and float about the breeze
evoking the fondest memories of you
*forget me not, forget me, please.. forget me not
It is as it is,
and was ere,
again I’m paired to
restroom pantile,
resilient sickness
can redefine docile
to nothing northerly,
o'er the day is
only forgery
to an nightly
mainstay,
this white flag
has been waving
to porcelain for
oft fortnights
shining footlights
on an innocent reflection,
allay this suffocation,
let me breathe again,
foremost is always
surviving tomorrow,
though I'm a swain to
the ***** of today.
Tried a different style of writing, had to diversify a tad! Hope you all enjoy!

Here's some definitions to words that are typically unfamiliarized socially:

Ere - Before
Pantile - Tiled Floor
Northerly - In a Northern direction
O'er - Over
Mainstay - A thing on which something else is based or depends
Oft - Often
Allay - Relieve
Foremost - First in importance or order
Swain - A young lover or suitor
What is death by chocolate?
Chocolate you must accumulate,
To amass your aggregate,
Are Mars Bars better than a man?
For chocolate you reach your hand,
Is there enough chocolate in the land?
Then there's housework in the world,
Best keep your strength up, girls,
Give those chocolate twirls a whirl,
A moment on our lips,
A lifetime on the hips,
Just call us cuddly from now on!
As on chocolate we ponder on,
Death by chocolate, satisfaction!
Feedback welcome.
 May 2016 Tom Blake
Paul Butters
People, you are pots of paint for my canvass.
With all your quirks and foibles,
And wonderful ways.
The world indeed is crowded
With many pots of paint:
Glorious views.

My brushes are all aquiver,
Inspired by everything.
From India to Iceland,
Russia to sunny Spain.
You folk, I love to paint you,
Though never your actual words.

The universe, a marvel,
Flying through the heavens.
Swirling spiral galaxies,
Pallets for my verse.

Paul Butters
Inspired by a conversation with Beth Squires.
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