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The very last cut

Do you see my wrists?
They cry blood when I do this;
Push the blade deeper.

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Mrs Briggs' cat

Mrs Briggs' cat. There's plenty to do in our neighborhood, with games and places to explore. But you really should run, 'cause the trouble's begun, when you hear that "meow" at your door. A cute little tabby cat sits on the step, all fluffy and gentle as can be. Just try not to be dim, as you pet it, on a whim, It'll eat you alive for its tea! "Tiddles" belongs to old Mrs Briggs, who lives up the end of my street. She thinks it's a breeze, but there're no guarantees, that this pussy will ever be sweet. Our local vicar thinks the damn thing's possessed, and I'd say that he's right on the nail. Surprised I would be, If I wasn't to see, Satan's head poking out of its tail! So if you see that tabby cat coming your way, I beg you, don't stand there and wait, Don't stroke it, don't pet it, look, sunshine, FORGET IT, Or that moggy will seal your fate!

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Suspended

Rope around my neck,
I fall, waiting for blackness.
Bliss. Eternal sleep.

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See, see the splurptious sky
Marvel at its big Mauve depths.
Tell me, dingle, do you
Wonder why the Aardvark ignores you?

Why its foobly stare
makes you feel Crappy.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your crumbobulous facial growth

That looks like
A Rotten fish.
What's more, it knows
Your flarpgurgle potting shed

Smells of a ball of snot.
Everything under the big splurptious sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm aliens?

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Nature's palette

Spring in the meadow,
a million unfurled flowers,
rainbow on the ground.

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Do you remember

Do you remember the first place we met?
I'd been out walking, and you were all wet.
Too far from home, to run for your mum,
Too fearful of strangers, inside to come.

You took to my barn, and lay in the hay,
to keep yourself warm and to hide away.
I bought some hot food and some cocoa to start,
and left them to warm your insides, and your heart.

Many would call me a perv or poof,
All I wanted to do was give you a roof.
To let you dry off, and show you no harm,
not hurt you, abuse you, or cause you alarm.

I bought you a phone, for you to ring home,
to tell your mum how far you'd managed to roam.
You told me she'd come in her car to collect,
she was angry and mad, and I would get wrecked.

If only she'd understand my intentions, my care,
but for her - I was sick - the understanding, not there.
I'd try to explain, but it wasn't so wise,
I'd look like a weirdo in that mother's eyes.

I told him to sit there, and I'd wait inside.
As I turned round, he hugged me, and deep down I cried.
I gave him a smile, and a wave; it was true,
And as he was driven away, I hurt. I was blue.

The very next day I awoke to a knock,
it was Mum and the boy, to my great shock.
She smiled, and said sorry, and I got 2 hugs that day,
one of those from a mother, whose love couldn't stray.

So now you know me, and you know of my story,
of tolerance, love, and kindness - not glory.
We're a family now, son, husband and wife,
Look past what you think - you may be ruining a life.

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Purified by Mother Earth

Spring flows so softly.
Water brightens dull pebbles;
Freshens your spirit.

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Hidden pain

Abuse. A strong word.
Secrets that you bottle up,
can destroy your life.

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Garden of Angels

A smile was what I got from you,
when you looked at me.
I cared for you each and every day,
and your bright eyes set me free.
Your laughter filled my entire house, 
and filled my heart with song;
then one morning, without warning, 
your tiny life was gone.

You'd become another angel,
in the choir of heavenly care,
and I am sure you played all day,
with your family way up there.
I missed you down on Earth,
but I hope one day to be,
a part of the Garden of Angels,
and in your company.

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Sleep

Sleep.
I rest easy, deeply, as the ether
rolls over my body; I fall away from
the great realm of the conscious, and
into the marked slumber of the
anesthetized.

Colours.
Spinning through my head like 
upturned pots of paint; Flying through
the air, they spray their hues and 
bright tones everywhere as I lay
comatose.

Dreams.
Once more my brain confuses me
with strangeness; pictures that sit
emblazoned on the walls of my 
subconscious.  Just another way I
visualize.

Why?  Because I took leave of my
mind and my control, my body and 
my soul, and I never wished to be
anymore than a shell for a spirit
to live inside of.  Do you know me?

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