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Best Poems Written by Quinlan Reardon-Davis

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New Skin

My scares are deep but rarely seen 
My heart bleeds for the petty and the mean
In a world of beauty I see so much pain
But will show kindness time and again
I refuse to give in an be one of those that take
Instead through kindness I chose to try and wake
The souls that lost their way drowned in sorrow
Only through kindness can we make a better tomorrow
Through the grit in their eyes they see only spite
I try to wipe it away and make everything right
Motives are questioned and they begin to make fun
Because for them kindness is weakness to do be done
They find the hidden scares and rip them open wide 
But I stay strong with kindness and positivity at my side
Trying to awaken the souls that are lost in hate
Showing them the beauty of the world and I wait

Hoping their eyes and heart clear from their illusion of life
That they will see they don’t have to create trouble and strife
Negative emotions are always deeper and so strong 
Than the positive emotions that show it’s so wrong
So let them drag me to hell and back I will not fall 
If I can open their hearts there’s a better life for them all
I sit patiently and watch doing what I can 
Realising against a world of spite I am only one man

From their cocoon of self-loathing I hope they emerge 
Seeing a helping hand seems to make their anger surge
Self destructive and spiteful they seem happy to be
I seem to be their object to loath but they wont change me
Happiness and caring is the heart of how I live and who I am 
Trying to show the world a better way even if they don’t give a dam
Their destructive power drags me down and in their bitterness I drown
I claw myself back out and with a new skin wear my kindness like a crown

My new skin grows allowing me the protection I need
To stop the spiteful ones having their daily feed 
Now I sit and wait for karma to reveal their fate
Knowing I did my best to turn them around from hate
With love and kindness I let them hit the ground
In the hope that from this they will wake and come around
Knowing for the world I have done my very best 
Now its their decision to do the rest

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Happy Endings

All that I am and all that I've done for love and a happy ending now seems like it was for thing at all,
There doesn't seem to be a happy ending at the end of this story no one's hearing loves call,
I should have learned by now there's no such things as fairytales only human tales,
And as humans were complicated beings which is why our love so often fails,
Nothings ever as simple ads the fairy tales we believe as children and aspire too,
In reality the human heart is difficult and happy endings only exist for a few,
You may think your doing everything for the best to move the story on but it stalls,
And then your left with a shattered dream and that wish upon a star falls.
 
We let our children believe these fantasies building great expectations only for them to realise there not real,
Then their love fails and they blame themselves for not achieving the happy ending and self doubt is what they feel,
We should be teaching the human tale where the road is never smooth and happy ending's come after heartache and pain,
Yet we should all still believe in love just not the wishy washy fairy tale love whose colours always run in the rain,
Happy ending do happen but not in the fairy tale sense and only after a mix of emotions and the learning of all loves lessons,
So some of us choose to live by lust instead but when the tale grows old they regret not having taken a risk for loves blessings,
We need to stop pinning our hopes on the fairy tale happily ever after there never real the day after her wedding cinderella was dead,
Snow white realised she like girls and it wasn't a phase and the most real ending of all sleeping beauty was found doing something else in bed.
 
The moral of this human tale is we try, we fail, and we pick ourselves up to try again and again,
Love is worth trying for but you have to realise its only truly experienced with a happy ending when you've experienced the pain.

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What I Do

I was recently voted top three in my field which was a humbling experience I've never been bothered about awards. But being third showed me the appreciation people have for what I do and inspired me to write this as what I do is the best job I've ever had and I love it more than I could say and appreciate every moment of it all.

I used to be a model and hang out at posh parties this just brought despair
Then I was a counsellor seeing people at their worse in need of repair
What I do now is hard to describe and isn’t interesting or clever
It’s a simple thing that will bring me riches never
But it’s the best job in the world I believe for me 
For in it I can provide comfort and make people smile you see

Sure I get paid but if not I would still love doing it 
For me I see it as making someone’s life easier just a bit
For those alone I’m a friend and that’s a comfort for a few
Each day I meet new people and make a friend a new
I think I can change the world one smile at a time
And bringing a smile to them all I do in my when in my prime

What I do for me is the most amazing thing I could
Every day no matter my troubles it always makes me feel good
I truly love what I do and as long as I can make one person smile a day
I know my day isn’t wasted and I’ve lifted someone from the grey
I don’t do what I do for awards or praise
When people are down their spirits I get to raise

I am thankful to those that enjoy what I do 
That’s why I keep things fresh and new
I am sure you wonder what it is do? It’s being a chat host
I know it’s hard to understand what I do for most
Put simply its being a friend and entertainer
Showing interest and care it couldn’t be plainer

I don’t do it for fame or awards but knowing it’s appreciated makes me feel humble
So seeing myself even third resolves me to keep going and never crumble

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Agony Aunt Competition Entry

Dear depressed girlfriend you say he’s acting strange
And I understand you life feels so rearranged 
 However this boy really is not a man
He had his sister finish the dastardly plan
So my loving advice to you my dear
Is to hold your head high and walk away with no fear
 
For this three-month fling with a boy 
 From what you say made you feel like a toy
I know right now the pain is torture and you’re in agony 
But one day you will find a man to go down on one knee
A man that wont play games with your tender heart
But will treat you right from the very start

So my advice to you my lovely girl 
Is to get dressed up and give a swirl 
You have a gorgeous soul this is true
So time to pick yourself up and start a new

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Gone Written At Age 16 After a Break Up

The candles burnt out the shimmering light has gone,
You left me alone to give you’re your life to another one.
From the moment we started I knew it would come to an end,
Somehow I convinced myself all the cracks I could mend.
Now I’m proven wrong alone and nursing a fragile heart,
Wondering why couldn’t my dreams come true so we’d never part.

It’s time I know to move on but will I ever love again.
Do I want too, I know love makes me go insane.
Though I know the search for that special someone to spend my life with must continue.
This isn’t my first heartache of those I have had quite a few.
Broken spirited but not yet defeated I know I have to go on.
Although I may find it tomorrow I could be searching till my life is gone.

But looking in the mirror I see my heart is broken and worn.
But know it wont be long till its taken and someone else it will adorn.

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Can'T Go Back

I sit here and remember the good times we all had and how things could be.
Realising I loved you too much and pushed in all the wrong ways that’s just me
I loved you with all my heart but I made mistakes and now I cant go back.
I wish I could have been the man you wanted but I’m not perfect there’s so much I lack.
I know I was jealous and overwhelming and I can’t go back and change history as much as I’d like too.
But I’m hopeful one day you’ll see all the love I had for you and forgive me maybe we could even start a new.
 
I wish I hadn’t let others interfere or hurt you with all the things in anger I said.
But I can’t go back just know I’ll love you always even when I’m dead.
I know what we shared was real and you loved me but I listened to others and let them influence me.
If I could go back I’d ignore all the things they said and not fall for their games then we’d still be.
 
I wish I could go back but know I cant and now all my dreams for us are shattered.
It was a mystery why you loved me and now I’ve lost you, but know by each kiss I was flattered.
I know I questioned to much why you'd love me that was the root for others to start to twist things.
What I should have concentrated on was the love we shared and all the joy to my life your love brings.
But I know we can’t go back I’m still in love with you and always will be.
I just hope you realise for you I will always care and I’m glad you loved me.

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This Lonely Life

Here alone in this ivory tower,
I remember my mother and her power, 
I always thought she held me down,
Sometimes I feared that I’d drown,
I always felt I needed to run away,
My love for her made me stay.

Now I am free from the pain that her love brought,
Never feeling I measured up to what she sought,
Both my sister and me finally broke free,
Scared of the monster that she could be.

Now alone here though I miss her shout,
In the darkness it’s having her respect I think about,
I know I am still a part of her family,
But wonder will she ever accept the real me,
Somehow I fear this will never be so.
Will I have her love maybe I’ll never know.

I know my family has always been one at war.
Ever since her father walked out of the door,
Maybe my mother wasn’t ready for a child,
Her own life had always been a bit crazy and wild,
She and the others were left to fend for themselves,
It seems it runs in the family never caring about anyone else.

I wrote this at age 18 life is so much better now

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Family

I was born into a family but they never respected the person I am this I know,
They were only happy when I did as I was told never supporting me to achieve or grow,
It's taken me a while to realise, but they held me back from being the real me,
They trampled by dream and believed I should be nothing but what they wanted me to be,
It's to late to get that time back but I'm now looking to the future and starting to find dreams anew,
Before I lived for what they wanted never thinking of myself now I'm living for me and a precious few,
 
These precious few are my new family, my friends who support me and who I was born to be.
They believe in my dreams and have taken the blindfold from my eyes for the first time I can see,
The lift me up when I'm down and provide hope when I think all hope is gone,
They make me realise who I am and with them at my side I know I'm not the lonely one,
I will always love them for they will always support even if they think I'm wrong,
Their always there for me to push me on to be myself and always stand strong.
 
These people are my real family never stopping me from following my own path,
When I go wrong or fail I know they wont judge or make me fearful of their wrath, 
They are pure in their hearts and genuine in their friendship always pushing me on to achieve,
And when I'm lost and confused, feeling I've failed in myself somehow they make me believe,
This is what true family means to me and I know were always going to be there for each other,
As we've been through darkness and despair each of us but were always there for one and another.

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Your My Light

I'd lost myself to the darkness scared of what people might say,
You came along bringing light to show me the way,
I'm now finding myself for the first time in years without fear,
I know I can be myself without shame when ever your near.
 
Now I know i have so much more that I'm able to give,
You've opened my eyes for the first time allowing me to live,
Now I'm awake and never going to fall back asleep,
I've seen my desires in your light this feeling I wanna keep.
 
You brought me out of my darkness but now you want to leave,
In the fact I can live in the light without you I try to believe,
But as you slip away I fight the darkness from every corner of my life,
It just doesn't feel the same know you wont be there through trouble and strife,
I now stand and fight the darkness now not wanting to be dragged back in,
Believing with the strength you gave me the darkness I can win.
 
In my life with you I felt I had never known such bliss.
I'll always be there to fight your corner you woke me with your kiss,
Our life's now seem to take different paths but for you I'm always going to be there,
For you gave me the strength to fight the darkness making me self aware,
Now i believe the spark of your life will always shine in my heart,
And I believe fate will bring us back together even when were apart.
 
Your light will always be there shielding me in its soft warm glow,
I've made my mistakes but you belong in my life and in my heart this I know,
Until your ready remember I love you with all my heart and you are my light,
No matter what you may think for you and your light I will always fight.

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My Battle

For so long now I have been battling this pain. 
At times I feel like it's about to drive me insane.
The fun and freedom it has drained from my life.
My mixed emotions now bring trouble and strife.

Nights and days melt into one as I cant get a restful sleep.
I self medicate with alcohol but this just ends up making me weep.
But it does allow me to get just a little rest.
I often wonder is this pain really all a test.

Tablets I take over fifteen a day with little release.
Doctors test time and time again but the pain doesn't cease.
Years have gone by and this pain just gets worse.
 
Will i ever find a remedy from this curse.

I can no longer be physical with the one I love.
And i start to wonder is the pain a punishment from above.
Now the depression whirls thoughts round my head.
And I start to think I would be better of dead.

I'm losing the ability to function and often have to wear a pad.
People look at me just making it through and think it cant be that bad.
But they don't see what I see when I look in the mirror at night
A broken version of me, for whom getting through each day is a fight.
 

Friends and family try to empathise, but cant know what its really like for me.
It gets so bad I sometimes think of the end knowing then from this pain I will be free.
Can they ever really understand how i live, what its doing to me, can they see.
I keep battling on knowing I have to stay strong, hope and positivity is the key.

But I know my battle has to go on and one day from pain I will descend. 
Till then i battle on waiting for the day this pain comes to and end.