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James Barker Poem
Needles in my veins,
Bullets through my skull,
Whisky in my blood,
Tears amongst my eyes,
Scars black-out my wrists,
Murder floats through my mind,
What’s more to miss, love hope, misery, or just a simple kiss ,
Love has found the key out of heart, and there’s no entrance left ajar,
Why couldn’t you conceive that I would have given up all I own and love to just be
a sliver of your heart,
Did you ever notice what I hade to go through to try to get close to you,
I hope you don’t forget my pain, because that chance has been banished from
the depths of my dreams,
You’ve lost my kiss, my sympathy, and love for such a darling flower as your self,
At last I bid you good-by my lost love and hope you too don’t fight yourself, cut
yourself, and drink away your misery, just forget and don’t think of me for all it’s
worth I’m just dust and fading fog.

Copyright © James Barker | Year Posted 2008
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James Barker Poem
The mysterious cloaked woman stiffly walked down the dark damp alleyway.
She listened to the talkative wind blow through the leafless frozen trees as if they
were whispering about the sad look upon her face. The fog followed her and
surrounded her black knee high boots, which made a maddening clopping
sound as they struck the wet hard cobblestone pathway. The woman slowly
walked up to a weathered wooden door, secretly her arm raised to it and she
made a hollow knock .From the other side you could hear a deep clink as an old
man unbolted the door and stuck his wrinkled face outside. The mysterious
woman leaned toward him and mumbled something into his cauliflowered ear,
something that made him look shocked, then she stared deeply in his elderly
green eyes like she was staring into his soul. As if he were under a trance the
old man widened the door to let her enter, but before she did so she sniffed the
air blowing across her pale face. The woman again whispered in his ear, “the
time is of now”, she swiftly crossed the entrance. Her hood floated across the
elders face, the old man knowing he had just let death in, as he saw a metallic
blade under her smooth cloak glisten.
Copyright © James Barker | Year Posted 2008
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