Tag: freedom
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Bridges
Bridge to Freedom I hear the melancholy slither of the stream across the stones, I feel the dampness of the wood as it seeps into my bones. My legs dangle through the railings, Dried up mud cocoons my knees, I watch my teardrops salt the water as I cast secrets to the breeze. I feel…
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Evanescence
The route along the cobbles is silent Save for the shushing of the water wheel The grass glistens green, pear, then emerald As the winds rush through its blades with such zeal The sky is adorned with falling blossom Its scent sweeps over me like a tide I should probably get home for supper But…
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Worked to Death, Death to Work!
I’ve had enough of all the office politics, Of sickly pricks and inappropriate wit, How many ways could I get out of this pit? Take a hole puncher to my finger tips? Or perhaps I could just staple my lips, Or jam pencils into each eye socket, Use scissors as a hara-kiri sword, Or hang…
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Bullies
It’s Blue Monday so this poem is dedicated to all the organisations, bosses, colleagues, and other individuals who never quite graduated from playground bullying. Remember your words and behaviour have consequences…… There is a strange peace In knowing the day; The day that the pain will be going away, When the bullies will stop their…
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Joy Ride
The scent of the leather that’s dancing on air, The caress of the wind as it tussles my hair, The thump of the speakers; they’re playing my song, The bass in the engine; it’s drumming along, The feel of the sun as it kisses my skin, The view of the horizon that’s luring me in,…
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Voices
The voices of my weakened soul Empower forces deep And threaten to drive the threads of life Into dark and endless sleep The voices of my shadowed mind Have drowned out good intent But still an echoed conscience thrives And beckons to repent A redeemer lives in the bitter blood That pulses through my veins…
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Tricks and Mortar
In the stillness all around there’s not a sound that the silence hasn’t bound The voices have been pounded into the cracks of these surrounds and the echoes of these walls The whispers of these halls – they tell it all – They scream in muted voices the errors in our choices And the legends…
Serena Malcolm 