The Red mist takes control,
Brow furrowed, Veins popping, Cascading Sweat.
A man completely fouled by emotion,
Seeking anyone to blame.
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This isn’t fair,
The mask worn,
Once denial was torn.
Limitless resentment.
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Linger in the darkness,
Fuelled by your hatred.
Ignore rational thought,
And give in to your blame.
Absent minded I watch,
numbed to any sound.
Keeping emotions locked awar,
fearful for their looming escape.
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This was not my destiny,
A life meant for purpose and discovery,
Now lost and empty.
A shell now forgotten.
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Denying is my choice,
A human instinct to protect.
Time heals all,
only if you let it in.
It all comes down to this,
To define an off-season full of bliss.
It’s not always pretty,
but we have to score fifty.
We better not bloody miss!
Crystal clear and serene,
Flat, transparent and perfectly blue
Impossible to tell where the reflection ends and the water begins,
The entry to Heaven.
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The Essence of life,
The Habitat to many,
The Centre of society,
Water brings us all together – for better of worse.
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Falling leaves breaks the surface,
Ripples sent to all four corners,
There is a disturbance in the force,
I have a bad feeling about this.
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The wind picks up dramatically.
Ripples are spread .
Death and destruction,
Water brings all things.
What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received?
“The only person you need to answer to is yourself.”
I love this idea. We spend so long living in self doubt on how others would judge us that we never even try.
Try that new idea. Try that new look. Try to follow our dreams…
Well enough is enough! I say rise up, find what makes you whole and commit to it without question.
Let’s start our journeys together!
Mouth open wide,
Skin tied taught,
Salt caked lips,
Parched beyong belief.
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The body craves water,
The essence of life,
Driving all decisions,
Disabling independent thought.
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Finite resource,
Ever expanding Population
Heating up our planet
God forbid we ever run out
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Once we taste the nector,
We can take a breath again,
As time slows down,
And blood flow returns.
Time to prepare the trap (thirst trap)
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