Empty Souls Poetry

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Tuesday, January 2, 2007

I'm Falling Apart at the Seams (and nobody appears to have noticed)

Indigestion rules once more, the acid bile burns at the back of my throat. It’s nine thirty on a Sunday morning, and a man with a stonecutter nearby has given me a headache. My head straightens to the tearing and creaking noise at the back of my neck. It seems my body is once more under attack from... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 1, 2007

Dates and Anniversaries

Circle the date on the calendar Stare at the dials on a clock Observe and reflect the perpetual motion of time. The endless movement of life, wishing it would forever stop. These things are only reminders. Marking an event, capturing the passage of time. Once the moment has passed, then it has gone,... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, December 30, 2006

Sweet Sixteen

Somebody unlocked a door last night, the key turning to reveal the page on the photo album. And there you were once more, staring out at me forever young and beautiful. Eternally encased in an age gone by which should have been long forgotten. I have always wondered what would have happened, had... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, December 28, 2006

Those Childhood 70's Days

Those childhood days a lifetime gone by. Thirty years passed and didn’t time fly. Twenty a side football, I score with elation. Kicking the ball from the Gulf petrol station. Flying balsawood planes on the rugby club field. Fresh tasty oranges, all juicy and peeled. The hot summer days seem to last... Sign in to see full entry.

See You Around

It's been more than twenty years Since the last time we met. But only just more than five, since people say that, you died Although contact between us was lost, I never stopped being your friend. I see your face from time to time, Inside my head, within my mind. With you inside of me, within those... Sign in to see full entry.

Adjust the Tracking

This is about my 14 year old, who is autistic, and the strange world he must live in. In your own little world, smiling. People look at you so very strange. What goes on inside that head of yours? Is it as confused as you appear to them? Perhaps it is we, who are the unusual. To you it seems all so... Sign in to see full entry.

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