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Joshua Haines Dec 2014
Its all in us...the consumer... it feeds on the living. Untill the heartbeat has stop. Life has to end to give to another. We all struggle and fustrate one aanother to give more and more... what happens when.. what is givin is gone. All your left with is a storm of chaos, but even within all this,
all this maddness and chaos there is peace.  We all have that one spot, that one place that we can go to too relax and slow down for a minute. This new age, the one I was born into is very questionable...
I am the colour of skin
the bruise that i left the night before
i am monotonous and drained
as an empty wine bottle on your kitchen floor
I was you
a while before i could see
I was what you never were
what you can never be
I am the hair
that you pull before you cry
I am the colour of nightshade
and your ***** memories floating by
I am hate, i am pain
i am the look on your face
I am worn but new
I am the colour of distaste
I will be
the one you adore
i will be
forever mine my mind torn
I was the end
of the burn on your lit cigarette
i was the one and only
the one you regret
I am the girl
who will question always why
I am the girl
who will fustrate, who will throw, who will cry
I am the one
that never gives in, gives up
i am the one
that you drank from a old china teacup
I am now
something rare, something lit and flyaway
I am now
what you call your something, your someday
I am the colour of sunshine
breathtaking skies blue
I am the colour of your breath
i am the colour of you......
Philip Shepherd Apr 2016
You're so tough , I know you've had it rough.
But lifes hard struggles, are the sink or swim puddles.
We all make our choices, please hear our voices.
But don't blame them on me, they don't make me happy.
Because I've had bad luck too, but I don't dish you.
All this bitterness and hate, I just feel....fustrate.
I can't hack it any more,  ' You said. "There's the door!" '
"I won't stop you, you'll see, I was happy and free".
But you're not happy, now I'm gone.'You said you loved me all along'.
If only you'd said "Stay!", now our love has had to pay.

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