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Paul Hansford May 2016
... and this one isn't.


They were going to start a new life,
childhood sweethearts become man and wife.
But a drunken stag-night
ended up in a fight,
and someone had taken a knife.
The clocks stopped ticking
the day she went away
no longer did I have awareness of time
when the clock
stopped
ticking 
for
me
The clock stopped ticking for me the day I laid a single red rose on her grave that was the
day
the clock
stopped
ticking
for
me
The clock has stopped ticking for me no longer
do care about time
don't know
date or the
day
that
we're
In
don't even know the month we're In, for the clock has stopped ticking for the last for me the day
I left a single red rose on
her
grave
a rose that
said
It
all
The clock stopped ticking for me the day I laid a single red does on Helen's grave
Marco Jimenez Mar 2010
the thing that connects us to our high school past
is what we remember
whether its the heat of August
or the cold of December

will it be your high school sweethearts kiss
that you will dearly miss
will it be it be all the fun and romance
that had you caught in a sweet trance

i can tell you now that the memories i will have
will be that of the friends i had
and the way they made me laugh so much
so as for memories and good times
these ones will be such
Johnny walker Jan 29
I look to the fields at the back of my house Its there I played as a child running through fields of
gold
It there whilst playing one-day young girl came skipping my way a smile on her face a glint
In her eye
We went on that day to become childhood sweethearts back In the summer of 63 we'd held hands to and fro each and  every day to
school
But as time moved so did we, back In that summer of 63 the last I heard she married a guy who bought a house by the
sea
She now she lives amongst the rich and the famous no place there for me but I'm happy for her that she made It In
life
But sometimes when I'm sat In garden looking to the faraway hills to
where
I once played as a child and think does she ever remember me as I do
her
Childhood sweet hearts back In That summer of 63
One of the most moving photos I have ever seen
was that of a young lady
laid face down on the grave of her
sweetheart
who didn't make back from the Vietnam war
alive
the most heartbreaking picture I've seen but so many like her who lost there loved one for what reason I don't
know
I was a teenager when the war was shown every day on the news I never understood It and most who lost there lives were not much older than
me
That picture of that young lady laid on her sweethearts grave and all around her endless white crosses of the fallen have left a lasting Impression on me
And tells me It just goes to  show all It takes one little spark before we know it we would be ordered to start killing each other what a sad world we
live In
The most moving photo Ive ever seen a young lady laid on her sweethearts grave surrounded by endless white crosses she lost her loved one to the Vietnam war
I never once thought In this life such an
unfamiliar feeling of really not knowing what to
do
Finding myself all alone
so surreal this situation I found myself to be but knew I had to
survive
to keep my sweethearts memories alive but time will tell you see It's wasn't easy struggled day to
day
But I'm so happy I made It through so I write all my poems you and I will carry
on day to night to write my
tributes to you my
love
Mark Tilford Feb 26
at the start
childhood sweethearts
never were we apart
saving ourselves
playing it smart

now all grown up
saying our vows

it was great
at the start
now nothing but fights
cannot stand the other in our sight
doing things out of spite
sleeping apart at night
in public acting like everything was alright
while thinking of our legal rights

it was great
at the start
we both said
i was yours
you were mine
it was not just a line
now so many signs
we are not fine
through all this time
how could have we been so blind

it was great
at the start
now alone
how could have we known

it was great
at the start
Bullet Nov 2018
The twist n' turns in life
The different faces
The different places
Twirling through my windows soul

Throw curse words towards
Myself
Catching spell binds judgement holding
Me
Carrying about life's inconsistencies  
These Sweethearts are **** I need love in the heart

Spit out the taste let the liquor create
I'm falling for these licorices
Settling down these red twines
Now these red ropes have a chock hold

Tripping me with ropes
Treats me with the truth
Attached too the same tactics
Appoint me to the board
Hanged up but nothing to be framed

Innocences tends to break away
From this medicine
Twizzlers supposed to be red
Truth spills about the licorice

The red rope planted as green
But blooms to blacken
Bittersweet let this be
The glass broken
Eyes seeing love be taken

But I have it growing
Me
Life's lessons be tweaking
Me
Johnny walker Oct 2018
To sit outside on a beautiful day
and look to the faraway hills
for there as a child, I would play
running through fields of
green
On such a day a young came way
the smile on her beautiful face
we became childhood sweethearts
back In the summer
of 63
Summer came to an end back to school holding hands we did go but as time moved on so did we never again  
would we meet the last I heard she'd
moved away
She married a wealthy young man and
Lives In-house overlooking the sea
to live amongst the rich and famous
no place for me but I'm happy for her that she made It In
life
I still sit In my chair on a beautiful day and look to the faraway hills where I played as a child and wonder does she ever think of me as I do her and of the childhood sweethearts we used to be back In the summer of 63.
This poem Is of my very first schoolboy
Crush still remember as If where
yesterday and I'm 66 years old now
Here's to the good times we had when youth was
still so very much on our
side  
Childhood sweetheart, we were but as we grew older we went our separate
ways
Many did pass before we met again a rekindling of a love that had been
lost
But true love this time had found us both wanting a
desperate need for each other
True love had never really left us from those days when we were just childhood
sweethearts
Childhood sweetheart
who went our separate
ways
Johnny walker Aug 21
Sometimes we travel a lonely path through life and never
seem to get a break there are the lucky and those who have no luck at
all
To me that's what life Is all about Its possible to make your own luck but probably not for me never had enough believe In
myself
A total lack of confidence
has always let me down been that way since childhood so guess thats the way I'll be staying
Now my sweethearts gone I guess I'll remain alone for Its
only with Helen I could really be what I wish is to say one final
farewell
rather have my memories
I still remember to this day Doctors calling me Into a private room telling me no more could they do to save Helen
I had make a decision to agree let her go as I went back to sit by my sweethearts  
Hospital
bed
Helen reached out and took my hand but the grip of her hand was
becoming
much weaker tried to stop my tears from flowing which somehow
managed to
do
But knew these were a our last days  together I cared for her the Doctors had given Helen
three
days at most throughout her last three days I held her hand but her grip on life was slowly slipping
away I
cried
Johnny walker Jul 13
Laid In my bed all alone but with so many beautiful thoughts running around In my head lost In a fantasy world
created by
me
A place where I hide since my sweethearts been gone a
place of safety away d
troubles of life free
to live as I
wish
The closest I've ever been to what people call freedom free to roam my dreams at night
explore all
my fantasies
with my Helen at my side
though she's far away she will sometimes come back to visit my dreams were we can live life over again
for I know when she
coming
for
I hear her footsteps approaching from afar and we can love all over again we go walking out hand In hand off to park we'd go to to
to we're  
we first
met
Sabrina Dec 2018
I b̵̛̺̜̬̖̝͓͘l̸͎̺̯͇̰̈͛̈́͝a̶̞͉̖͊̉m̸̺̰̕̕ẹ̶̡̬̈́͠ͅ you
For tur̸̢̺͕̣̳͕͐͐̓̋̒̒n̵̡̻̳̬̤̄̐̐͋͒̍í̸͚̦̼͜ň̶̠͚͖̲͓̠̊͊̀g̷̠̑ ̶̤̪̙̪͉͗̅͊m̶͔̖̓̄̌́̃̓ę̸̨̩̘͎́͗̚ ̷̪̉̑́ͅi̸̹͖̮̰̐n̸̰̿̉̽ț̷̛͙ơ̴͕͉̟̦̭̂͗͠ ̷̨̬͖͖͍̄t̶͎̠͚̺̻͂͌̕͠ĥ̶̳͕̼͚̖̕i̶̫̿̀͋͝ş̵̭͙̜̓̃̏̓͗́
Cause that happy cheerful girl you knew before,
You killed when you forcefully locked down the door
To the future home she thought she'd share with you
You kept stirring the b̴̝͐̒͊̓r̶͕͉̜̙̆̍̈́́͒͜͝e̷͕̪̼̫͕͇͒̂̅̑̅̚ẅ̷͈̯́
Until the *** o̸̡̝̪̜͔̤͂̎̕͝͝v̷̜̭̀̊͗̾ȩ̶̪̙̻͍̱̒̓̐ŕ̸̡͖̞̐̇͝f̵̮͕̘͙̠̎͗̿ĺ̵̡͖͈͙͔̯̅ö̸́̿­̦̞̖̹͚͎w̸̞̐̀̕ͅĕ̸͚d̴̢̳͚͍̞̀̒̈́̑͋
Because while you're still young,
She's aged enough to be able to tell
***** and sweethearts apart
She's gained the knowledge of someone older
So while you're out there in your self-loathing
She'll be out here
G̷̺̩̱͂́l̷͉͇̳̒͒͜o̸͈̻͙͎͐̉w̶̤̗̅̈́̚ḯ̷̡̛̥͇̬͂̈́͘n̵̢͚͉̿̆͌̕̕g̸̢͕̺̪̤̈̀
But­ don't let that fool you
She's not t̴͉̰̤͉̀́̿͝h̴̲̎̈̑́̚e̴̲̲͙̓̑̊̓̓̕ͅ ̵͉͍̑͊͆͠s̸͍̲̗̊̂̽͜͠ḁ̵̡͇͖̰̾̈́m̵͓͇̖̮͚̠̄͆͊̐e̷̦͐́ ̵̳͎̘̅̔͑g̶̗̞͑͛̊ï̷̥͇͑̇͋r̵͕͕̈́͛̔̾̈̕ļ̶̳̳̟̜͔̉̇
as she was once before
s̸͕͋̒̀ḧ̸͇́̇̽͠ę̸̺͉̀͗̀͠'̴̞̫̟̋̎̉s̸̘̾͂ ̸̩͈̬̦̚g̶̨̛̮̺̅ô̴͇t̷̫̔́̕͜ ̸͔͋ā̷̤̑̓ ̸̖̈ḃ̴̳̳͖͑̑̏ĭ̶̛̯͍̭̍ͅt̶͕͖̠͠͝ ̶̹̪̃͆͐̚ȍ̴͙̖̈́̍͠f̵̺̖͎͛̇ ̸͖̟́͝a̸̟͔͕̤͗̅́͘ ̶̧̘̯͔̒̀ẗ̸̢̳̹́͠ḩ̴̻͉̗͊͒͊i̸͉̾c̴̙̻̔̔͜k̷͓̄͌̔è̸̥̟̓͆͜r̴̙̉ ̴̞͉͆́͐ş̶͙̘̻͂͐ķ̴̠̥̎̕ͅi̶̛̜͐͘n̸̗͚̠̬̑͒̕͝ ̴̲̀͑̂͛n̵̬͒o̷͕̜͊̈́̈̅ẃ̷̢͈͍̭
Ţ̶̭̿̈́h̴̭̗̣̒̽̄ḁ̴̡̤̥͌́ṋ̴̘̩́k̴̘͑̚s̷̰͑͛̌­̘ ̷̢̹́̿f̵̬̰̎̓̇͆ô̴̯̮̇̒̊r̵̻̲̲̈́ ̵̫̀̒̽ṁ̶̞̝̑͘a̷͖͒k̷̨̨̯̾͋͛ì̸̼̖n̶̮̈́̔͐̅g̶̰̽ ̴͈͇̯͠m̶̘̽̈́̈́̕é̵̼͠ ̶̢̼̱̅͊̈s̶̨̅ţ̶͍̅͒́͝ṟ̷̈́̊̚o̷͎͛͂́̆n̶͕̪̞͑͗̌̕͜ḡ̷͇͒̚
i wanted to make a poem using the zalgo text is all, i'm ok dw LOL
Johnny walker Apr 11
I felt a change coming over me, completely different than I used to be, small at the time not really noticeable
until
now but a
the difference in me as If I can cope now and although I still feel the loss of
Helen
She says enough Is enough It time Johnny for you to move on and that's what Intend to
do
I'll not waste my wrapped In sorrow for no one knows just how may tomorrows
there
maybe, but to get out there find a new life In the time I have left but still my
sweethearts Helens memory I'll keep
alive
Making It count who knows how many more  tomorrows any of us have left
Johnny walker Aug 26
Hold on to your dreams and never let go what ever may come your way hold on to your dream and never let
go let your dreams carry you as far as they
will
To say no to dreams Is to say no to life for Its our dreams that carries on throughout life for dreams Is now all I have since my sweethearts been gone far to early In
life
Hold on your dreams and never let go for we all need something to get us through our struggles of  life so hold on to your dreams whoever you are and never let
go
Johnny walker Jul 12
How many times must I cry
before my pain loss goes away so many questions
need to asked or maybe I just have to learn to with the
pain that I
have
And perhaps the pain of loss never goes away these answers I'll probably never
ever learn and I'll just accept this hurt may never go
away
But the one thing for sure my girl sadly passed away my love for her will never ever die and keeping my sweethearts memory
alive that get me through each every
day
Johnny walker Jul 23
There were times after Helen left for Heaven I really let myself go couldn't put my mind
to
anything other than
Curling up on my bed and going to sleep In hope of dreaming
of
her lost In a world that to me was no longer reality It was now my own private space
untouched
by
anyone else a world of my own I myself had become untouchable to rest of the world I had become almost Invisable
but In truth
I'm
happy this way because I can longer be hurt by the problems facing this world for I don't
read
newspapers
or watch the news and In truth
It
dosent affect or bother me In the slightest If the world was due end
tomorrow
I
probably wouldn't even know for my sweethearts In Heaven and I'm stuck
down
here I don't think It will. bother me when It's my
turn to
go
Philomena Jun 24
"Some girls like diamonds
Some of them want fancy things
They hunger for the taste of glamour
And we rot and find some others' rings

Your sweethearts need their princes
Flattery and filthy pearls
Barbie, don't mess with the Marilyn kisses
Your original material girl

But I'm not like those other types, baby
I'm your ****** creature poster girl

Make you crawl, make you beg, make you plead
Make you want, make you hurt, make you bleed

So toxic
Psychotic
Chaotic
****** creature poster girl

Make you laugh, make you cry, make you need every little slasher
**** the father's sweetheart, ****** creature poster girl

Baby, you can keep your diamonds
You can burn all your fancy things
I hunger for the taste of a painful week
That can survive my wicked sting

Darling I don't need no princes
I'm no damsel in distress
The only thing I'm needing is for you to be bleeding
From my homicidal kiss

You see, I'm not like those other girls, baby
I'm your ****** creature poster girl"
Johnny walker Aug 16
Oh I never thought I would lose her never saw myself without her never thought I'd be left her all alone but sadly someone decided this would be
so
that I should left on my own
Oh but this life there Is no justice to how cruel It can be never showed me any mercy In my hours of need and never once answered
my
prayer's
But Its not broken my spirits
not weakened my fight for survival for I still have my sweethearts undying love and that we always had for each other that will never
die
astraea Sep 2018
have i ever told you how your music sounds
-on soft sunday september mornings?
my apologies.

i imagine the world wakes up,
and expects there to be soft frost on the windows.
in reality, the leaves have barely begun to turn sunset colored.

we play soft jazz, something like, and waltz around the room.
we wrap our hair above our heads,
watching it droop ever so slightly until it’s puff is silken soft and messy.

and wait, until it comes time to run to school,
in those sweaters and jackets, to feel so a part of life,
jumping and dancing on cold aluminum bleachers.

the strangest thing is that i feel so close to you
-we can become the girls of dances and games and skates,
highschool sweethearts.

idly, i wonder if this strange sunday september morning
has made me wonder this,
because the music that plays in my ears seems to say yes.

it’s an ode to these girls of legend, the ones we define our lives by,
come together to watch, and slowly,
dance to the music and twirl.

also, did i mention, it’s a little dark,
because those sun rays i used to so love have truly run out and become outdated,
and the music becomes slower and turns into bright friday night lights in the dark.
inspired by the brobecks (check them out!!) and the coming of fall.
Johnny walker Jul 18
I once was lost to a world I didn't care for any more any dreams I ever had that now laid broken upon
the frozen
ground
For It was 23rd Dec 2017 when sweetheart she passed on to a place of peace free from troubles of this world released from
pain
And though I miss Helen terribly and my days are long my nights so lonely I  know In my own heart
at least my
sweetheart Is
free
Never thought that I could be as strong I now seem to be through the pain of loss  you see
Helen's
given such strength true Inspiration I have gained through my sweethearts undying
love
that's stood the test of time
you see so I'll thankful for the time we had
together
try my best not to be sad or cry no more just grateful for alI I had for I still
love her
so
I gained so much strength through Inspiration left to
as a gift by my late wife
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