Long Abit Poems
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Scare Crew
little whispers
Gives me chills
Whispers to me
Trapping frozen spirits
inside ocean waves they chill before awakening
The moon in its deviant smile
Sees your every move
Knows whos been creepin around before his brilliant glow
Now morning told the Sun unveils All what darkness hides
Sunshine sparkles turns to water vapor and falls as crystal rain
Where do you go when you hide with my glow
Ahead of me or behind me
teenager revenger or terror force
Killing favorites enduring the pancake of remorse
No one can leave and you thought has no mean
The mean of lose in these tough days obtuse
Free n easy who deserves
Saturn seas ready for lifes reserves
under a violet Saturated sky
A little bit of bad all told it could be worse
Just don't Take away the chance that passes a decade ago
No one escapes
This scare crew
What pray what drive these thinks of
pharaoh of Shephard of king
Those last words
Are they gifts of forgives
Freedom answered winter summarizes hope
Lost are the big meals,back when we really dined
Prices absorbed the stupidity from the past
Abit of takeaway day by day
Pile into the back seat of the mind Haunting screams in the middle of night
Oh no oh no no no
It can't be ...
Waiting for a life that never appears Buses and trains snatch up your rhymes
You created this monster without lullabyes
There you see the face
The girl
With the familiar name
Hey look I remember the face
When life lost its childhood
When life lost its laugh
And thrill was rare gone was teenager life
Who would be waiting at the next stop
A voice cries out
Saying drive on mother f'er
Feels like I've faded in to the back ground
And still even now confedence one lacks
Jaded, the fact inner peace is still unfound
But no paint brush will ever fill them cracks
Now looking at my reflection in the mirror
Is one that just seems so old and so grey
And on closer inspection, it's even dimmer
My story told from what was then yesterday
Now a blank canvas where was once colour
Not saying that I was some kind of portrait
But anxious, comparing myself to every other
As what I once saw I really liked but now hate
Those textures that were once rich in youth
Now withered with time that’s passed me by
Mixtures of every emotion now it's like struth
Looking back at me is that the same guy?
This was already on here but just felt neede tweeking a little bit
trying to put in bettter form or context add a little humour
less trival than before but still anever ending battle ith ones self
reflection originaly called dismorphia
somthing delt with sinse my teens though through my twenties went out my way to ahnge myself a lot
gets harder as you get older though i think
NOTE LIKE OTHERS TWEEKED A LITTLE JUST FELT BEFORE TO MUCH CONTENT
NOTE UPDATED ABIT DON KNOW IF SHPOULD CHANGE STYLE OF WRITING??????
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inspierby by all the cool soup poets sinse last januray PD LARUA REBBECA ECT XXXXXX
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WRITTEN BY MYSELF DAVIDSCOTT JUNE JULY 2013,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Then, was a lot less adversity
Then, you just can't compare
Then, was common courtesy
Then, people they did so care
Then, there were less prudes
Then, people got on together
Then, a different set of attitudes
Then, we'd never say never
Then, was more fashionable
Then, seemed more classic
Then, was more memorable
Then, I think was just fantastic
Then, time's were more sleek
Then, was just way more cool
Then, I would say was unique
Then, though now is oldskool!
inspired me by my other writes a new age, world in my eyes
conversations with other people family friends ext
also other soup members and of course current issues
some could probably relate to also WRITTEN 0CT 2012
FIRST HALF TALKING ABOUT NOW AND HOW THINGS WER
THEN REEDITED ABIT CHANGED VERSE TWO COMPLELY
Water, we know that it is invigorating
As long though as it’s clean, not rancid
But of course something that’s hydrating
For some a dream we take for granted
Fire, can be a source of fuel, for heating
Like if our appliances we can not use
And It can also of course produce lighting
Getting out the candles, if you blow a fuse
Earth, used to grow our fruit and vegetables
Also plants for other things such as cotton
Again you know another of nature’s miracles
I think by chance we seem to have forgotten
Air, we need an atmosphere to create oxygen
So we can breathe, or how would we survive
But of course air that is free from the pollution
I believe the same for everything that is alive
Life, element of elements a question of humanity
If no existence, it's like the asteroids in space
When thinking of the wild life every bird and bee
I'd say be grateful us humanoids are in this place
SPARE OF MOMENT IDEA DID NOT PUT MUCH EFFORT INTO
INSPIERED BY OTHER WRITERS ON POETRY SOUP ----------
ANNE LOUISE ,CATIE ,CAROL, POET DESTOYER AND OTHERS
jUST EXSPERIMENTAL AT TIME- THE ELEMENTS OF LIFE
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updated just edited abit still same
this universal for everyone out there
JUST TRYING TO PUT IN BETTER CONTEXT THAN BEFORE
CHANGEING A FEW WORDS ABOUT A BIT
something has changed,
But nothing has changed,
I feel different,
But I feel the same.
Things seem different,
But they don't,
I sense something extraordinary,
But I look around and everything is ordinary.
Is it me who's changed?
I don't know I look the same,
Something tells me I don't, may e if I look again,
Really look I might see change,
If I look deep down in side,
Oh There it is, me trying to hide,
I grab on and tug, and tug at me abit more.
But I won't budge, I won't move, I'm staying put, afraid to come out, afraid of what's outside.
It's bad enough battling the war going on in here, but it's the u predictable out there that I fear.
It's the not knowing from one day to the next, what will I be dealt with what's coming I can only guess.
I hear this and I hear that,
But i don't know what to believe? What's true?
What will the future bring for my kids, when I havnt even got a clue?
I do know the one thing I know is true,
That life's to delicate to be just ordinary it's up to me to work out what is real and somehow, I have to make it extraordinary
Feels like I've faded in to the back ground
I got so used of being behind the senses
Jaded, the fact inner peace is still unfound
Still now I'm trying to live my lost dreams
Now looking at my reflection in the mirror
Is one that just seems so old and so grey
And on closer inspection, it's even dimmer
My story told from what was then yesterday
Now a blank canvas where was once colour
We all have a flaw, not saying I was a portrait
But anxious, comparing myself to every other
As what I once saw I really liked but now hate
Trying to keep up the visage I’m out of remedy’s
And still though the confidence what one lacks
Stuck with in this collage, a sea of memories
But no brush will ever paint over them cracks
Many creams and posions used over the years
So I'm told beauty’s in the eye of the beholder
Though so many emotions worries and fears
Carrying this huge weight up on my shoulder
Those textures that were once rich in youth
Now withered with time that’s passed me by
Mixtures of every emotion now it's like struth
Looking back at me is that the same guy?
This was already on here but just felt neede tweeking a little bit
trying to put in bettter form or context add a little humour
less trival than before but still anever ending battle ith ones self
reflection originaly called dismorphia
somthing delt with sinse my teens though through my twenties went out my way to ahnge myself a lot
gets harder as you get older though i think
NOTE UPDATED ABIT DON KNOW IF SHPOULD CHANGE STYLE OF WRITING??????
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inspierby by all the cool soup poets sinse last januray PD LARUA REBBECA ECT XXXXXX
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WRITTEN BY MYSELF DAVIDSCOTT JUNE JULY 2013,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
The other day I was walking past ironmonger row
When I noticed boarded up, every shop window
I dare say they will be sold or knocked down too
This town just seems a contrast of old with new
Why destroy every land mark like the old fire station
Why not build a theme park or more commendation
Where’s the green belt and where are all those trees
I just felt I should mention all that’s left is memories
I remember Owen and Owens before it became alders
And now yeah they have changed the place yet again
Dose anyone remember that little shop called ralffers
Well yeah I know, everyone says that was all back then
They can change the city but not the views of the people
The only place that retains it's history, is the old cathedral
And what dose Coventry mean to me?, like most I just frown
Well nothing really, like everyone says it's just a ghost town
Inspierd by conversation with someone in libray
Short and sweet just something else to write about a time
pROBABLY SOUNDS ABIT CYINICAL BUT BEING HONEST
COVENTRY DID HAS SOME GOOD POINTS BUT NOW ITS FADED AWAY
this was apost to be entered in to a a small compotision back in sept 2009
but missed dead line unsure of subject matter at time