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Last night,
you wandered
Unbidden into my mind
The years that have gone by
Are sure evidence
That the time really does fly
I only ever thought fleetingly of you
Then I remembered,
your red car
An eight year old me,
your hand laid gently upon my knee
I remember the safety you brought
And how I loved you more than he
It is happening again
But this time
There is no stopping it
No halt to the emotion coursing through me
Perhaps...
I should just let it be
you wandered
Unbidden into my mind
The years that have gone by
Are sure evidence
That the time really does fly
I only ever thought fleetingly of you
Then I remembered,
your red car
An eight year old me,
your hand laid gently upon my knee
I remember the safety you brought
And how I loved you more than he
It is happening again
But this time
There is no stopping it
No halt to the emotion coursing through me
Perhaps...
I should just let it be
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A Single Rose
A single dark rose, stands in the moist cold dirt
Ray of light bounce off sparkling like a diamond ring
The layer of petals opened ever so slightly, to capture the warmth
The single dark rose is not only a simple flower
A Shining example of nature's beauty to take in little by little
To take in the tiny aspects of life that matter
The bud; your single fragile life to keep safe
Petals; numerous thing you done in your life
that will eventually vanish as the petals fall off
I look down to the thorns; the horrendous deeds done
That will never be forgotten for it pricks my mind
Nature, has so many secrets to tell
just slow down, take
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The Other side
Into the night
I wander
with an appetite
for death
lurking seeking
the shadow's hand
where I may enter
where I may enter
into the darkness
of never ending tomorrow
So deeply I pine
to escape
this world of madness
heartache and hate
take me take me oh hand of death
into the realm
of infinity
where I may rest forever
in silence
written by my ex husband
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Will You Save Me?
You say you love me.
What a joke.
You say you wold care if I died today.
Such a lie.
I'm already gone, but you haven't even noticed.
I'm dead.
A hollow corpse.
Most people say their parents are annoying.
But if something goes wrong, their parents are their salvation.
I used to think that too.
What I felt was but a hoax.
Saviors are angels, but my parents are no such thing.
My life is like a Cinderella story without the happy ending.
Everything I do turns to punishment.
I clean everyday, trying to please my parents, to no avail.
Yelling is their evil little torture.
My siblings are the evil ones.
But do they get what they des
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Tuesday, 26th August 2014
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So I wrote this whilst I was in London and it was prompted by seeing a place I had been as a child. Something as simple as being in a parked red car when I was eight came hurtling back to me, and I had to write it down
The title means 'Spirit Father' in Swahili. I love the Swahili language and wish to learn it one day
I got the translation from Google, so I hope it translated accurately! © Copyright. The published work is that of the author and no part is to be used, downloaded or copied without permission.
Comments are appreciated!
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