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Category: poetry
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How can I sleep, when I walk through the street and bodies lay frozen right there at my feet. How can I sleep, when their muscles are weak, when their breathing is freezing and their futures are bleak. How can I sleep, when they’re out through the night, with the cold for a bite, without…
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I shout out, no one hears me though So I get angry, rage rises from the depths below Until I realise no sound actually came out And the silence is just an echo of my fears and doubt. I’m mad at the world, or just mad, at the world. Inevitably growing into something I fear,…
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I know how to write a paper I will be just fine for later I can do my twelve times table So adulthood I’m more than able I arrive when the bells ring Like pavlovs dogs, I’ve learnt this thing And many more a skill I’ve mastered Not like you, you silly bastard I have…
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I don’t like them “They’re good for you” Well surely there are others that are good for me too. “Yeh but I’ve made these so you have to eat In fact, you better stay right there in your dining seat” But come on please, I really don’t like these When I do become an adult…
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It’s late I should be sleeping Instead I’m painfully awake. My conscience quickly leaping As my earth begins to quake Too tired to form a complete thought My brain procrastinates Distracted from the task at hand its quality dips Formless thoughts become Echos of those from my own Darkness inside during day I fight because…
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Pain pain go away, come again another day I’ll take a day when I am old When all my skin begins to mold When my eyes begin to drop And when my heart will start to stop I’ll cushion my own quick demise With happy thoughts and simple lies I wish for it to be…
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Do this. Do that. Do something. And then do it for a while. Never stop, get a trade and work, And try to fucking smile. Now please count yourself lucky But not lucky enough to count. Every penny that you earn Is not a big enough amount. For you to shuffle off this shit hole…
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I wandered lonely as a clown, “I do believe that you mean cloud” I do believe that you are wrong I know the sheet I’m singing from Clouds can start to dissipate Clowns end up just drinking late So who is more a lonesome soul The clouds above that start to roll Or lonelier the…
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What the hell is poetry? “It’s verse and prose, just go with me” But I have not been taught to rhyme “Trust me son you’ll learn in time” I didn’t do it well before “Well maybe you should practice more” I don’t think I can do it well “Well really only time will tell” But…
Jake Pickford 