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Torrents of Explanation

 A never ending sprawl of words
 Torrents of emotive necessity;
 They never say what I want,
 Never explain how I feel.
 There is a continuos need,
 Some might say desire,
 To push on towards the precipice
 In the desperate hope they shall appear.
 But if they do not it is I that shall cascade
 Into the cool oblivion of the nothingness
 That I so desperately seek to avoid.

They Say (I Doubt)


 They call me a poet
 But me, I don’t know?
 I just like to write
 And the words seem to flow.
 I’m told that my books
 Seem to have an affect,
 But I have my doubts
 As I aren’t published yet!
 I’m not comfortable happy
 In what writing brings,
 As I do it for me
 Amongst few other things.
 But if I’m getting a smile,
 Or maybe a tear,
 Then I guess that I’m happy
 And shouldn’t just fear.
 So thank you for caring
 Enough to enjoy
 And making this writer
 One happy boy.

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Shackled by my own brain
It refutes my every thought.
I would stab at it with verbal barbs,
But it is always one step ahead.
I would lose it in a darkened room,
Rob it of stimulation,
Twist a knife of nothingness into it.
But my brain sits patiently
Waiting for me to crack,
As it knows I must,
Before returning to its taunting,
Mocking my every action and reaction.
How can it be that ones biggest critic
That voice in the night,
Is your own?

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Ghost in the Water


There’s a ghost in the water 

I no longer recognise

Trapped and alone in a reflective world

The eyes tell a story, but it is no longer my own

He touches the surface

I believe he strives to break free 

But no release is there for this past impression

I shall not be returning to his ways of doubt

He may lurk beneath known boundaries

A reflection of failures gone

Liquidated, discarded, unwanted

But I know whenever I look down

The eyes staring back will be his, not mine

Best I stay away from the water

And leave my old friend to his depths

Whilst I breathe the fresh air

At long, long, last


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Deep, deep, down below
In a place that only I go
A pain is twisting at my soul
A fear that I will lose control
It pushes, prods and eggs at me
And tries to doubt my destiny
It writhes and scratches at my eyes
But fear alone is no surprise
So quench these thoughts of disbelief
Until my words will see relief
Then on that bright and hopeful day
I’ll tell my doubts to go away

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