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My Sadness….

My sadness is made from people calling me names,                                                                                                    It hurts and makes me want to hide away,                                                                                                                      It can make my friends cry seeing me so upset,                                                                                                              I don’t want to make them sad but i just can’t help it.

My sadness can start off at different times,                                                                                                                      I find it hard to control,                                                                                                                                                        My sadness can be awful,                                                                                                                                                    I really try to control it the best i can.

Life is boring what the point

It was not Death, for I stood up,
And all the Dead, lie down –
It was not Night, for all the Bells
Put out their Tongues, for Noon.

It was not Frost, for on my Flesh
I felt Siroccos – crawl –
Nor Fire – for just my marble feet
Could keep a Chancel, cool –

And yet, it tasted, like them all,
The Figures I have seen
Set orderly, for Burial
Reminded me, of mine –

As if my life were shaven,
And fitted to a frame,
And could not breathe without a key,
And ’twas like Midnight, some –

When everything that ticked – has stopped –
And space stares – all around –
Or Grisly frosts – first Autumn morns,
Repeal the Beating Ground –

But most, like Chaos – Stopless – cool –
Without a Chance, or spar –
Or even a Report of Land –
To justify – Despair.


The Ship of Fear

Silence covers the ships.
The whispers are ghastly,
the winds are haunted as
the sails glisten.

The church bells chime;
the stars swerve in the 
night sky;a cup of warm 
light can fund the path