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Soulmates

There is an instant feeling that exsists between two that no one could ever beat.
when we are united with our soulmate, we feel that our life has never been so complete.
It is a spiritual bond almost like love at first sight,
at last! life has a meaning, as we are sent this wonderful delight.
It is your way forward in life, it is your best friend,
and the love you share for eachother will always be there until the end.
Soulmates will never put you down or ever make you feel small.
instead it is a love that will conquer all.
of course you will have your ups and downs sometimes they may drive you insane,
but a true soulmate knows no boundaries and will always come back again.
It is nothing to do with looks, money, age or someone who is flash.
It is a connection between the two that is worth more than any cash.
so if you haven't already found your's, keep looking they're out there
cos everyone of us has one with whom we want our life to share.

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Overworked and Underpaid

As i awake with the sound of my alarm clock signal for another day. I get myself ready for 
my overworked job in which i don't get enough pay.
Its not long before i pull myself together and get in to my car, and set off for a few mile's 
down the road, it isn't very far.
I have arrived now, I'll just park at the other side of the gate, and begin my hard day 
grafting in this place that i hate.
Firstly I'll gather up all my gear which i use to clean. Why is my boss giving me so many 
orders, sometimes she can be so mean.
But I'll take the orders as i'm in no position to talk back. If i did it would probably result in 
me getting the sack.
So i take her demands and i go and fetch the brush, if only i had a job that wasn't all rush, 
rush, rush.
I have everything done now, all i have left to do is the floor. How i long to see that clock hit 
half past four.
I left school at the wrong time if only i had stayed. As it has brought me to this kind of job, 
so overworked and underpaid.

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Mental Illness

As a new day arises, you are once again faced with that trenched alarm bell.
You open your eyes to feelings of emotional turmoil in the pit of your stomach, a remembrance of this living hell. There are too many thoughts spawning in that very moment, paranoia and voices within the depths of your head.That leads to your irresponsibility and lack of motivation, it's much easier for you to pursue another day in bed.
You feel you have no one you can trust, no one who understands your pain, distress.
Opening up fully to others makes you look vulnerable, disconnected and an uncontrollable mess.
So you struggle on with life, stating your fine to those of whom should dare to ask.
But you know time is an essence of revealing the truth behind your hidden mask.
You try different interventions as a strategy of coping, one of many being selfharm.
But how long are you able to keep this up before others notice the scars on your arm.
So you turn to alcohol, drinking yourself in to oblivion, continuing through to the following day.
Until the hangover kicks in and you realise you've spent the greatest majority of your pay.
Unfortunately it's your last as you've lost it all, family, job, everything that you are. Such a constant reminder as you are the only one left sitting at the end of the bar.
Is there an escape from this, hope relishing somewhere beyond the dreaded fear. It doesn't seem to be the answer right now, all you can see in front of you is a fifteen pack of beer.
It's all you have left, the one thing you look forward to, your only friend. You keep telling yourself this as you battle to diminish thoughts of how this will all come to an end. You see the problem is you know too well, you've watched your father for years in a similar situation, now fate has taken over and you have inherited the same genetic predisposition. You tell yourself you've no hope, dreams orca positive future, whilst deciding to end it all, before jumping in to your car. If only you had sought help, services, treatment available, you may never have let it get this far.
Now your kids are left parentless, due to this painful disease of the mind. And it's the responsibility of others to pick up the pieces of everything you have left behind.
So u see mental illness cannot be seen and is one of the hardest disorders to mend.
But if we join together as a community, we can save the lives of others by finally putting the stigma to an end. ??

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Friends Forever

There was a time when it was just you and me. we where so young, wild, foolish and free.
We didn't have one care on this earth, and we'd known each other almost since birth.
We'd made so much fun as we'd sit and we'd play. I know things wouldn't have felt right if we 
hadn't seen each other everyday.
As we grew older our life was all about boys. We then waved goodbye to our bicycles and 
toys.
As time went on we grew more and more apart, and you where no longer a piece of my 
heart.
We hadn't spoken to one another from year after year. What a terrible shame as we lived so 
near.
Then one day as i passed down my street, I was overwhelmed as i didn't think it was you i 
would meet.
We went for a drink and we talked for a while and on that day i could do nothing but smile.
Then that was it everything was at an end. Why did it happen to you my best friend?
You where taken away from me in such a flash. If it hadn't have been for that terrible crash
I tried my best, I tried to swerve. That hit and run had an awful nerve.
So now as i stand by your graveside and weep, I think of the way god has put you to sleep.
How grateful i feel for the last day we spent. It really made me realize how much you always 
meant.
Now i wait patiently until my days are at an end, because i know i will be greeted by you my 
best friend X

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This Is Me.

As i sit here staring through the rain covered glass. All i can see is a meadow of freshly cut 
grass.
There are two birds sitting alongside each other on a wood stained summer seat. For some 
reason it has me thinking of my late husband and the way fate brought us to meet.
I was so young, happy, free and at the prime of my youth. Those years have passed me by 
so fast and that is the truth.
We courted for a while and we loved to dance and sing. It wasn't long before he got down on 
one knee and produced to me a ring.
Two years later i gave birth to his first son, then a few months later i was pregnant with 
another one.
Five children altogether i had, two boys and three girls, with hair so shiny, black and 
embedded with curls.
Of course they're older now and my husband has passed away, and i'm left in this nursing 
home until my dying day.
I am unable to say anything, all i can do is lye here and think. when i go too deep in to 
thought it makes my heart sink.
You see my carers don't know me, even though they are kind. They just see me as a shell, 
they don't realize i have a mind.
I know exactly what i am, i have nothing to prove. Its a shame how this stroke has left me 
unable to say anything, or move.
At least i will always have the beautiful memories of my past, and the hope of being reunited 
again with my husband at last!!!.

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Lonely

I'm crying inside yearning to be loved by you,
your distant reaction to my very exsistance is the reason for me feeling so blue.
you know how i feel but yet you bleed me dry of my every emotion.
If you want me to stay with you, you could at least show a little more devotion.
you are the reason for my mood swings, the reason for my constant feeling low.
I know the relationships not right but i really don't want you to go.
I keep trying to make a go of it but i'm fed up trying on my own,
Its sad to say how apart we both have grown.
You say its all in my head, you tell me i'm your one and only,
If that where true then i would never be feeling this lonely.

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Feelings

I never say the words i need to say. I only say the one's that make you want to go away.
I can't express the feeling's that are in my mind, and i know the words that come out can be 
very unkind.
Sometimes they aren't always the things that you want to hear, but at the end of the day it 
all comes down to fear.
I am writing this poem to let you know how much i love you, because no one in this world 
can make me feel the way you do.
We've been through so much over the years. You've always been there amongst the hard 
times to dry my tears.
I couldn't ask for a better man in my life, and i look forward to the day of becoming your 
wife.
For better or for worse, together we'll grow old. no one in this world can break our mould.
We've fought, we've laughed, we've told each other lies, but it reminds me of you when i 
look in to our children's eyes.
Its because of you both i have changed from my past, as i am happy and secure with my life 
at last.
Well that's it for now, that's all i have to say. I know our love will grow stronger by the day.
I promise you the way i treat you in the future will be a lot more fair. I've just written this 
poem to let you know how much i really do care.

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Mentality

I don't know how? or why? i'm feeling like this, that plague of sickness that exists in my gut.
The stress in my head and the constant belief that i'm stuck in this rut.
Is there anyway of escaping this mental illness that has taken over my life?.
with all that's going on with me how am i expected to become anyone's wife.
The medication doesn't help me much, sometimes it makes me feel worse.
if only i could find a way of breaking myself free of this torturous curse.
I know that there is no one who can make me feel better, its something I've got to do on my 
own.
I have to get up, get on with it and grow myself a backbone.
Its easy for others to say as they don't seem to understand mental illness.
they just think that the way in which i act is down to my own silliness.
maybe so but i'm trying, and it is such a hard illness to beat.
though when i do i will be happy again, back to normal and my life will be complete.

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Achieving

people will always try their best to bring you down when you want to achieve, its just their 
own insecurities so don't listen and do what you believe.
work hard, keep at it and set yourself a goal, cos you don't want to be left with nothing living 
on the dole.
There will be times that you will feel like packing it all in, times that you've just about had 
enough,
but you have to break through that psychological barrier even when the work gets tough.
keep believing in yourself and know theres nothing you can't do.
having this sort of attitude will always get you through.
There will still be those small minded people who would do anything to see you fail.
but rise above it, laugh and tell yourself that these people aren't real.
At the end of it all when you have achieved everything you can where will these people be?,
Just a blast from your past and you are sitting qualified with a degree.

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The Abused Child

I am just a child, no older than five. With everything I've been through in the past its a 
wonder I've survived.
Nobody knows or will ever understand, How long I've been at the receiving end of this red 
hand.
The way that i'm treated can be described as nothing but unfair. Why me?, why have i been 
brought in to this world with parents who don't seem to care?.
I blame myself sometimes for my mother loosing her temper. Was there ever any good 
times?, if so i don't seem to remember.
My father just goes along with everything she does and says, and i have to go along with the 
beatings that last for days.
What will become of me as a person?, who will i be?, when shouting and beatings are all that 
i see.
I will do my best to stay on their good side, to behave, as i don't want to end up in an early 
grave.
This can't go on forever its already been years. I have been through it all, i cant shed any 
more tears.
I know in my heart that some day this will be over and I'll no longer be alone, that a proper 
family will look after me and make their house my home.