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River of Time

Endless Days and Centric Tales
A clock that’s frozen, its purpose failed
A change of pace and a constant flow
The Great River of Time, sluggish and slow

Stuck in place as the Time ticks by
The changes unfelt, the crystal sky
The pain has been stilled, the wounds semi-healed
In between worlds, a tarnished seal

As I watch the sky, the clouds never change
The wind always blows but never re-arranged
The people I walk by but never truly see
In this unchanging world, full of mystery

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A Flawed Diamond

I am a diamond, a faceted gem
One thousand faces each flawed are them
Some hold the truth but most hold the lies
Hidden barely behind all my beautiful smiles
Nobody knows but surely they’ve felt
The darkness inside me my true, hidden self

That’s which is captured, kept under lock and key
Sometimes they surface through my flaws they seep
A diamond is meant to be strong, clear and pure
It keeps under pressure and is always sure
This is what all the others wish only to see
They never look deeper they never truly see

I may be a diamond though flawed as I am
The strength they perceived I was endowed by them
When leaned on by someone there are only two things to do
Be dragged down by them or you learn to stand true
I have always believed that the second was right
Cause even when dragged down, one is able to fight

Now, is it not better to let the other one fall?
So when they hit rock bottom, you are able to stand tall
To lean down a hand and share with them your strength
The bond that you share may have been stretched full length
 But the lessons they lived hard learnt as they came
Engraved by the fall but are healing all the same

Some things must be learnt from taking a fall
Not by leaning on others, expecting them to stand tall
You must not be afraid when others knock you down
It may hurt like hell and turn you around
But to live in this world you must stand on your own
Take note of your flaws and skills you can hone

For one tiny hole, unprotected, is all it takes
Shattered with destruction left in its wake
A flaw or weakness that is exploited will grow
From deep within; from where the seeds were sown
Like veins of darkness running through the purest of gems
One good blow, weakened, will shatter them

I may be a diamond, darkened flaws and all
I will not be broken, shattered from a fall
I am stronger even with strength, given it may be
It runs deep within creating the self that I claim to be me
I may not have earned a diamond’s many skills
But the thing that defines me is my diamond will.

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The Women

We laugh and cry. We smile and have fun
But even when that is all said and done 
In our hearts still lie the sadness and woes
I guess our brains are too slow to know

No amount of cheer can hold back what we feel
With our souls overwhelmed we each find our way to deal
Whether in anger or anxiety, in guarded fear or open minds 
We know that they are with us, in front and behind

As birds of a feather we are drawn together
Each carrying with us a pain that binds forever
We have become so much more than simply friends
The strength that we carry in us will always mend

Our broken hearts and tradgic tales
The hardships we have endured will make us prevail
We are the women that we are today
Because we let no limits hold us at bay.

Written on the 11th of September as proof of the strength that I see everyday not just in my family and friends but in women everywhere. Not to be cliched but I truely believe that the ones I wrote this for are amazing women that I cherish very much and I hope you can feel it too :)

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The Storyteller

I can not trust myself anymore
Ever since you left, walked out the door
It's like I'm stuck, suspended in air
Numb from the pain, fighting back the fear
Every breath I take is agony
Without you it's so hard to be
I'm so lost, don't know what path to take
I must break free, for my soul's sake
My life has become one big mess
The choices are hard, I always second guess

I am a storyteller, a weaver of words
But why is it so hard to make my life work?
My story is sad, its a tragedy
Why can't my ending be happy?
Stuck in a cycle, a vicious loop
This is as low as I will stoop

I am strong and I am incredible
If you never saw than you are a fool
I am worthy of being loved too
I guess my love was just too big for you
Unconditional and loyal to a fault
As hot and fierce as a lightening bolt

I am still a storyteller, so I will weave my words
And from now on my story shall be worth all my work

Written on the 20th of October 2010 whilst suffering from a broken heart

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Standing Defiant

Standing on her own two feet, defiant
She looks you in the eye challenging, try it
She’s stubborn and proud, unyielding and brave
Vocal in her opinions and never afraid

She is Rebel, queen of the wronged
Black satin wings and remarkably strong
Her eyes of knowing seek only the lies
The truth she dispels, the source of the sighs 

Tell her what’s right and she will prove them all false
She shakes up the core and quickens the pulse
She breaths in darkness but also the light
She’s neutral territory that stalks through the night

Seeking only what is proved to be wrong
No matter the consequences, she follows the song
For she is Rebel, contradictory extraordinaire 
It is within her nature, where the faults lay bare.

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To Learn To Love Again

As Fleeting as the sun's fragile rays
As golden as on an Autumn's day
As cold as the nights pale moonlit glow
Just like the rosebuds about to grow
It's all of these things and so much more
A feeling we feel deep within our core
It warms us up when we are cold
An affectionate embrace and a powerful hold
Stronger than the strongest thing
As sweet as when a bluebird sings

In love again, what a wonderful thought
To care again was what I was taught
An eternal battle deep within my soul
The fatalities begin to take their toll
Too much of me was gradually fading
It was through the stream I was gradually wading
As the shore grew further away
I was unable to scream, unable to say
Why did you leave me, why did you go?
You left me broken, unable to cope

I lay there drowning in self doubt
Till finally somebody pulled me out
Unobserved he watched my fall
He saw my heartbreak, he saw it all
I never knew that he loved me too
Even after you where through
He was always watching and he always cared
Just waiting for the moment that he could share
How he felt and that he would
Always care for me as best as he could



Quick Note: Sometimes when I'm writting I don't always know who or what I'm writting for. This particular poem I wrote about 3 months before I met my friend who went through this but at the time I didn't realise how her life and this poem mirrored one another. Since I realised that I like to believe that it was destiny for us to become friends at that time so I could help her :)

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Silver Tongued Girl

An imperfect girl in a perfect world
With dark brown eyes and messy curls
A chameleon adapted to blending in
She feels like she will never win

In a world filled with carbon copies
She is unable to distinguish the sea of poppies
All the girls and boys simply fooling themselves
To be the unquestioned leader, the ringer of bells

She always stands out within the crowd
Never back down and never be bowed   
Never will she regret who she is
A funky, unique independent little miss

She is the silver tongue an expert weaver of words
She will paint the blue sky and its jewel coloured birds
For any season or reason or month or day
She paints all the beauty in her own way

Where others all fail, she is able to see
The beauty and wonder of things that be 
The fakeness of this world, ignored by she
Cannot tint her world in uncertainty

For she is the waver, bright and strong
She colours her words and creates the song
The heartbeat of the place, where the secrets dwell
As clear and pure as a mineral well

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Pheonix

In commemoration of your eighteen years
I will weave you a story fit for all ears
Of a special girl who is very much loved
A precious gift who was sent from above

A fallen angel who we are blessed to be
That her soul chose us, her family
A cousin, a sister and above all a daughter
Who has delighted us all with years of her laughter

But the road for this girl has not always been clear
At times she has been filled with a great fear
For to bear the weight of life’s choice’s on your shoulder’s
Your feet sink in the mud and the inner fire smoulders

It is from those ashes that your inner phoenix does sore
Bringing back the light and hope and oh so much more
The path of your life, untrodden is unique
You will blaze down that path, to any goal that you seek

With determination and an iron will
Your strength of conviction is a special skill
She knows her mind and what it is that she wants
She will never give in to life’s  do’s and don’ts

For her to live her life the way that she needs
Sometimes she will be forced down on her knees
It is at that point her strength will shine
And it will guide her through life’s complicated design

She must forge on ahead, beat back all the doubt
Its the choices we make that sets us out
For life is full of sheep, directionless and lost
Always searching for the life that they want the most

A part of that group she will never be
For she is too clever, too much like me
She fights for herself and others she loves
Her soul is as pure and free as a dove’s

This is my weaving, filled with warmth and light
The life map of a girl who I have kept in my sights
For only eighteen years it is that she’s lived
I look forward to all the rest, the greatest gift she can give.

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Tangled Threads

My life can be likened to a woven tapestry
The colourful, tangled threads of destiny 
The unfinished canvas that resonates all my fears
My masterpiece, created by living through my years

I have always believed that the path that I tread
Is the one that I chose, unguided to the end
But perhaps on my canvas, my path in life
I have indeed been guided, kept from strife

The voice in my head and the feeling in my gut
The warning bells that ring just before to sting of the cut
The feeling of knowing what is wrong and right
The courage that strengthens me, never giving up the fight

I have at some point, unknown to my mind
Been touched by an angel or maybe a guiding sign
Walking me through life, untangling my threads
Helping me realise that their guidance never truely ends

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24 March 2012

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Last Act

All I did, I did it for them
All the lies I told, the truth condemned
In the end they came to hate me
And that is my penance, mine to bear for eternity

The memories I erased as their souls I killed
The emptiness I left, the loneliness; the chill
For them, they can re start, the freshness anew
While I waste in the darkness, my purpose askew

For to protect the ones that I loved the most
I became the villain, the enemy, the ghost
The something deep within their minds
The one forgotten, so well known for a time

Because the memories associated with me
Were also filled with great fear and uncertainty 
I will always cherish what I had, my friends
But for you to live on, it all had to end

The time that we spent, together as we
You shall never remember and never re-see
For what we became, broke your mind and soul
It dragged us all down, to the bottom that called

So for you all to rise, I must be the one to fall
Even further down and take with me your soul
Broken and wounded to the bottom I sunk
To the evil, the darkness and your memories I clung

This is my last act of friendship, unseen from above
The strength of my conviction, the choice made from love
So please forget me and always live on
For the light from your lives must always stay strong.

Never let anyone’s sacrifice be made in vain, it was their choice so you must accept it and move on because nothing you or anyone else says is going to change the fact that their gone, you here and that life sometimes sucks. It’s from the choices we make in the aftermath that help define who we are....