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When life gives you lemons, you never give up, keep on believing, and don’t self destruct, a minute in time, is all it could take, doing the right thing, or make a mistake, your heart could be breaking, your worlds at an end, remember these words, stay strong my friend, this is just a second, this time will pass, take just a moment, that’s all I’ll ask, think of the what’s, think of the if’s, think life’s worth living, the greatest of gifts, this may feel like, the end of the world, your life’s in your hands, it’s not meant to be hurled, what I’m trying to say, what I need to make clear, it’s ok to be down, it’s ok to have fear, it’s ok to be sad, it’s ok to shout, it’s ok to scream, and let it all out, pain will soon go, and then there is light, never stop fighting, the invisible fight.
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I write about the things, that are hidden and raw, the things we don’t say, the pain and the gore, the feelings we hide, that makes us look weak, happiness lost, when answers we seek, a manly of men, all big and strong, why should all my feelings, be hidden and wrong, I’ve been through some , I’ve struggled it’s true, a story by me, or possibly you, it’s ok to talk, when you’re feeling low, bottle it up, and this will grow, and eat and devour, pull you apart, finding a friend, and talkings a start, don’t be ashamed, of speaking out loud, asking for help, you should be proud, there’s so many words, that’s so hard to say, like help or I need you, once or twice a day, I write all this down, with hope and some strength, this is my passion, words and heart shared in length, im happy to share, I’m happy to write, I’m happy to help, you all with this fight.
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My superpower sucks, it’s given up and gone, I feel like a flower, without the sun, energy said bye, motivation disappeared, even standing up, makes me feel weird, it could be my age, or maybe my diet, or maybe my thoughts, are having a riot, so many excuses, for doing naff all, my slow walk before, has become a crawl, give me a battery, or maybe some gas, and if that all fails, a kick up the ass, I’m saying I’m lazy, I need to do more, but writing this poem, I’m lay on the floor, don’t want to get up, don’t want to move, no one to impress, nothing to improve, no one to save, no super villain to fight, maybe this life, is my kryptonite, don’t get me wrong, I’m not always like this, one minute the hulk, the next peppa pig, then all of a sudden, my spidey sense tingles, I’ll sort it out soon, after eating these pringles, there goes the batphone, can’t be important, probably someone, selling insurance, give me a break, I’ll do it tomorrow, I’m not after, pity, help , blame or sorrow, my suits in the wash, it gives me my power, you ask what’s that smell, yeah I need a shower, no one needs me, and I’m happy with that, temper of bear, attitude of cat, I’ll just stay here, and look at these walls, I’m in the best place, when Jupiter falls, it’s time for a nap, this super life’s tough, I’ll add it to a list, with all the other stuff.
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Let my mind wonder, and go where it wants, it’s nice to relax, without response, it’s nice to not think, bout this and bout that, the black dog has gone, replaced by a cat, the no s given, the do what I will, I’ll land on my feet, I’ve got nine lives to kill, a sense of not caring, is setting me free, this is the best life, this really is me, confident and happy, dare I say that, mix this with arrogance,I’ve thought and I’ve sat, this all feels new, some what like power, raining on me, just like a shower, covering me, from head until toe, this feeling is awesome, I don’t want it to go, but where is it from, why do I feel this, decluttered my life, this is the first kiss, of falling in love, with my life again, without the heartache, without the strain, I’m happy with me, my past is the past, my sorrys been said, cant fix broken glass, I’m me to control, as hard as can be, remember the mirror, remember it’s me, we all go through life, we all make mistakes, we all meet people, who turn into fakes, we all get used, and dropped like a stone, once were our friends, my house was their home, but now the loves gone, just like it’s been froze, like the end of a gig, the end of the show, the encore the sonnet, the place that we go, remembering this, helps us all grow, feelings are good, feelings we show, back to the cat, gracefully true, elegant confident , importance is you, taking all that, and setting me free, this is the best life, this is true me.
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Today’s my birthday, I turned 39, I should be laughing, I should be fine, instead I’m thinking, probably too much, bout all the people who didn’t send love, last year was bad, this next is mine, the many years, I’ve said that line, I’ve started again, Ive done it before, another new house, another new door, back to the point, back to this now, back to my feelings, and why I’m so down, the day I was born, the day I was named, feels like a curse, I should be ashamed, made all the mistakes, broke all the rules, end of the day I was the fool, I want it to end, don’t want to be sad, my mum! And my dad!, I don’t give a or maybe I do, I need good friends, only a few, I’m struggling to cope, Im struggling to smile, I’m struggling to say my life’s worthwhile, today is bad, I knew it would be, a day in the life of “happy” Me!
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Why can’t I sleep, when will this end, this up all nights, becoming a trend, I can’t switch off, my head is full, my lights are out, my room is dull, there’s not much noise, my comfy bed, these nasty voices, inside my head, they never shut up, they never stop talking, if feel like I’m watched, there’s somebody stalking, where can it be, what was just said, I would be better, not living just dead, please make it stop, it’s making me ill, I’ve been taking my little pill, why doesn’t it work, I’m worn out for sure, my doctor was trusted, to give me the cure, is this the way it’s got be, will I never ever be free, one things for sure, one thing that’s real, this wasn’t really part of the deal, I just want to sleep, I want to switch off, why am I scared, why am I soft, night time terrors, and demons and voices, awake or asleep, surely I have the choices, the only thing I’m starting to see, is that these same horrors keep haunting me.
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I tap into power, that channels my pain, I write and I write, enhancing my vain, that’s filled with this ink, that’s filled with my heart, my feelings break through, so that’s where I start, I don’t think it’s normal, I don’t think it’s sane, expression like this, my mind plays a game, ever revolving just like a storm, some words just don’t fit, they’re battered and torn, my words make a rhyme, of things I feel now, or things that are eating, or built up through time, it’s hard to explain, why I feel this way, or why I write this , rather than say, and speak face to face, emotions I hide, the man with the smile, is stood by you’re side, is this about me, or somebody else, if nobody speaks, and nobody tells, so please just be kind, to stranger or friend, a smile or a hi, make this a trend, for we do not know, what fights being fought, we’re in this together, the balls in you’re court.
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Three little questions, I’m asking you now, please don’t ask why, please don’t ask how, just look to your heart, and answer with truth, I’ll take your word, I won’t need proof, the first little question, is only a start, how are you feeling, how is your heart, it may of been broken, it may just be cold, it may not of found love, but let this be told, keep it wide open, let love in, which takes me to two, let me begin, where do I start, oh yes here it is, It starts like a cuddle, a bit like a kiss, a bit like a tickle, like holding you close, the tiny cold bit, on the end of your nose, like losing your glasses, then happen to find, how are your thoughts, how is your mind, think of the things, that matter the most, the people that care, keep them so close, let them help you, let them be there, express your thoughts, let them care, then on to three, and this is the one, Where are you going, where have you gone, this is important, so good for the soul, set yourself tasks, set yourself goals, aim for the things, you’ve wanted to do, you’ll conquer them all, I’ve faith in you, write them all down, tick them all off, keep the list going, show it who’s boss, follow these things, and I’ll honestly say, you’ll get through the bad times, you’ll get through the day, your life will be better, I promise you this, we’ll do it together, we’ll finish the list, we’ll tick it all off, we’ll throw it away, we’ll look at each other, and then we’ll say, our life has been happy, a life mostly good, a life that was special, bloody well should, a life that was shared, with love and laughter, this is our life, our happily ever after.
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Stood on the pitch, feel mighty and tall, can’t wait for the hit, can’t wait for the ball, I’ve trained really hard, my body feels strong, score under the posts, they’ll be singing my song, my opposite number, looks pretty small, quick join the forwards, starting a maul, I push and I push, right shoulder in, I fall to the floor, big boot on my shin, it hurts pretty bad, but that’s what I love, the pain of the tackle, the pain of the shove, the cold and the heat, playing rugby all year, with men who are crazy, but incredibly dear, beasts that are gents, who call the ref sir, two seconds ago, that fight was a blur, this beautiful sport, kicks off on the pitch, the bar is for songs, and laughter and Rich, friendships that grow, regardless of club, this is a family, this is pure love, we bleed the same blood, and chuck up the same sick, woke up on Sundays, feeling the hits , Monday brings more aches, but it’s back to work, red bull and codeine, our breakfast our quirk, it’s Monday night, we’re at it again, moaning and groaning, but still have to train, smelly old kit, we forgot to wash, Rola cola bottle, filled up with squash, the cold nights aren’t bad, we get muddy and soggy, nice cold pint after, dinner’s in the doggy, it’s more of a lifestyle, bigger than sport, dick of the day, kangaroo court, the older you get, the more that you miss, my bodies a mess, memories a bliss, wouldn’t change a thing, the good and the bad, the next greatest player, is calling me dad.
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Three year olds, really baffle me, they act like their forty, while still looking three, their angry and little, and cute as can be, while talking , some lines, like “I’m getting angry”, the bestest of friends, the truest of mates, they’ll walk in your house, no shutting your gate, they’ll eat all your food, and trump in your bed, they’ll walk through the garden, and look in your shed, they’ll eat all your cookies, and chocolate and crisps, no diet for them, no weight on their hips, My very best friend, my very best mate, my new year, my Christmas, my only date, my nemesis, my villain, my hero, my crook, my number one fan, while I’m reading a book, my duet, my author, my canvas, my page, my love gets stronger, and stronger with age, my mini little chunk, my mini little Thor, with every breath, The more I adore, without you here, I know this so clear, my life would be empty, and still full of fear, all that is good and all that is free, this three year old hero, called Finley
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