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Lemons

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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Why

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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Superpowers

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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39

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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Vein

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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Night terrors

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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My tree

The most human of things, that was once said to me, sat in the garden, under the tree, licking my ice cream, feeling the grass, wanting to grow up, wanting to ask, wanting to drive, want to be old, enjoy your childhood, I keep getting told, wishing away all of the fun, why am I thinking, this in the sun, I should be playing, I should be wet, I should be running, and covered in sweat, I should be sticky, and I should feel free, instead I’m just sitting, under this tree, hearing the leaves, whistle and blow, should I just get up, should I just go, I’m just a child, it’s easy to see, this is my place, this is my tree, this is my kingdom, this is my palace, this is my Death Star, I feel like Alice, mad hatters laugh, spidey sense tingles, thundercats swords, wind chimes jingle, this was my childhood, if only a day, or maybe an hour, it’s hard to say, as I grew old, as my face changed, my old friend the tree, always remained, some times I go, sometimes I sit, just like the tree, I never quit, back to the story, back to start, the most human of things, live in your heart. 

Back to the tree, when my heads a mess, a place that is calm, without the stress, a place that feels warm, regardless of season, a place that feels safe, regardless of reason, I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again, this is my haven, this is my zen, this is my castle, this is my ship, I’m Indiana Jones, this is my whip, as I’m getting older, it’s easy to see, sitting under this tree, still sets me free, the sound of the leaves, kissing the breeze, feels like a hug, security squeeze, sat under the branches, the canopy of gold, my epic tales, and stories are told, I can be anything, I go where I want, no word such as won’t , no word such as can’t, this is my labyrinth, my temple of doom, this is my horcrux, this is my broom, my castle grayskull, my keeper of rings, My hunger games, the mocking jay sings, it makes me feel green, it gives me such power, my clothes getting tighter, oh wait that’s a shower, but nothing can change, how this makes me feel, my marvel universe, but somehow feels real, this is my place, that gives me my power, a second, a minute, or even an hour, a thing made from nature, so honest and true, my only go to place, when I’m feeling blue 

If tired was a leaf, at the top of the tree, the bottom would be more, above would be free, above would be sleepy, and full of reflection below would be anger and zero direction , below is frustration doubt and neglection , above are the times, I felt love and affection , I would sit in the wind, wobble and twist, think where I was going, think of my list, which way is up, which way is down, am I a leaf, or am I that clown, if I was a leaf, so gently I’d fall, from the top of the tree, so gently so tall, if I was that clown, laughed at by all, the tree would seem pointless, funny my fall, my tumble my crash, my limp and my tears, would feed you’re laughter, would fuel my fears, my painted face, will always be smiling, me as a leaf, my true feelings hiding, falling so hard, or floating so light, my feelings inside, my smile is so bright, but what is the truth, and what is a lie, which ones a laugh, and which ones a cry. 




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Wonder

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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Cancer

cancer, the evil little thief, the very last nightmare, the giver of grief, your really not wanted, in this world of ours, a drain on this lifestyle, a taker of powers, you think your the best, you think your so strong, let me say this, your so ing wrong, see we’ve made this army, we’re coming for you, your days are numbered, your practically screwed, just give it some time, and you’ll see it’s true, we’re so full of hate, we’ve saved it for you, you’ve been here too long, you’ve made us all cry, and now it’s our turn, to make you say bye, we’ve studied your ways, and seen where you go, our very first fight, it made you slow, but we all got stronger, we became one, my Nan, my mother, my friend and my son, you actually help us, you bring us together, you once were a flame, but now your a feather, a taker of lives, that never were yours, the thief and the evil, and closer of doors, why do I waste words, dedicated to you, the words in this rhyme, are so very true.

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Fin

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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