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Slits which have healed create a pattern

Sounds and touch destroy the stones

Broken oak wood created by the unknown

Alone I sit on my throne

Letters arrived at the door

Words of comfort and a helping hand

Smudged by the rain

I still understand each word

Silver and metal armour

I refuse to take it off

Because every time I do

You damage it once more

Rusty grey cliffs

Blindness from the golden sand dust

Delivered messages from the wind

I gaze at the blue sea

Hoping to find you

Despite the sea frightening me

It is august and I long for the spring

To see the flower bed again

I dug for you as we never got to

Until I get there who knows if I will see you again

Our love will last forever, my friend

Turtle doves fly along the beach

I remember when we watched the king fishers

We spoke about the beauty of their colours

And the way we long to hold them

Like the moon

I reach for you, but I cannot touch

Even if I could I would run

In fear you may leave

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Summer in Provence written by me

Large mountains overview the history filled town

Pathways of orange surrounded by alder trees

Fields of sunflowers, petunias and lilies

Fluffy clouds floating in the celestial blue sky

Gazing rays of the sun light up the town

Blue, green and brown eyes gaze back

Church bells ring loudly

Every man and woman walks to go to church

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Pulse. A poem written by me.

Numb skin, the blade reached sharply

I reach for a star, your hand

Light years away won’t stop me from finding you

Chemicals bloom in the pond of red

No swans, no ducks, no geese

Nature's wonderful hearts released

I planted the bulbs for you

We would talk constantly about our plans

You’re always the most beautiful tulip in spring

The daffodils will be twice as bright for you

I’ll be seeing you

The shell will crack and release its energy

Life shan’t be long for me

No legacy, no remembrance

I flirt with departing but I am love with natures gifts

Comfort when I am around flowers but I am jealous of there beauty

I want to be okay, delirium tells the true tale

I need you so much closer

As my boat sails away

Fragile is the old wood

Drowning in the sea is not the worst possibility

I have been submerging for far too long

The valves are clogged with water, much salt

We’ll meet again, being distanced for eternity is far too long

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28th of October 2022 - 15:33 (Diary entry)

I wish I was dead. I can’t stand waking up anymore. This vision in my head of such a world where the Tulips do not stop growing as they’re pared closely with the Daffodils. The Lilies look as beautiful as ever and the Roses blossom each time a wish is made, the snowdrops appear when a tear is shed and the Daisies grow when a prayer is said. The emerald fields turn golden with the suns powerful and gazing rays along with the warm but cold breeze which blows across me, my feathers are green with with a mix of blue and yellow, in this world I am the most beautiful thing that exists, there is no one to judge me. I dreamed this dream many-a times for the tears stream my cheek and a waterfall is created which is named crying. My heart valves crack and narrow but I soon shall be free, I don’t want anything left in this life.

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I decided to write a poem today.

The Fields of Gold.

The brightest thing I have ever seen

They will enlighten your soul and never leave

Though many false promises have felt the same

I promise, these fields of gold will bring no pain

They make Roses smile and Tulips sing

The answer to tomorrow they cannot bring

Cherry blossom rises to stardom in spring

The fields of gold want to bring you in

You’ve heard many goodbyes, you watched them go

I feel as if when your heart begins to melt, it snows

We don’t realise how quick the time goes

But these fields of gold will take you home

As we grow, we ask many different questions

Is this a life lesson or a punishment I am getting?

These evils spirits don’t scare me, I am not threatened

Oh fields of gold, will you show me if there is a heaven?

The song birds they settle and begin to sing

“Say yes to heaven and please let them in”

There words are true and how do I know?

The fields of gold tell me all I have to know

So, come and join me, you can forever stay

As at this golden place, your place is saved

Listen to my words, your heart is silver stone

The fields of gold is now your home.

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They say we have outlived our time, Maggie. As dated as the song that we sung. But to me you’re as fair as we were, Maggie. When you and I were young.

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What do you dream about?

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Tell Laura I love her

Tell Laura I need her

Tell Laura not to cry

My love for her will never die

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“Dear Esther. I have burnt my belongings, my books, this death certificate. Mine will be written all across this island.”

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And the world will be better for this

That one man scorned and covered with scars

Still strove with his last ounce of courage

To reach the unreachable star

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“Dear Esther. The morning after I was washed ashore, salt in my ears, sand in my mouth and the waves always at my ankles, I felt as though everything had conspired to this one last shipwreck.”

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“Dear Esther. This will be my last letter. Do they pile up even now on the doormat of our empty house? Why do I still post them home to you? Perhaps I can imagine myself picking them up on the return I will not make, to find you waiting with daytime television and all its comforts”

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“Dear Esther. I have found myself to be as featureless as this ocean, as shallow and unoccupied as this bay, a listless wreck without identification. My rocks are these bones and a careful fence to keep the precipice at bay.”

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Maybe I shouldn't have told others Our story

I shouldn't have let them know how loving you was next to happiness

How your Aura brought me calmness

How peaceful I felt just laying next to you

Maybe I shouldn't have told this fairy tale

I shouldn't have archived the poems you wrote for me

And re-read them before I fell asleep

Or made them into music

Maybe I shouldn't have

Because how do I Explain to Them

That now, Loving you feels like pain

That seeing you gives me heartaches

That thinking about you has become a chore for me

And that All Our Memories Are Nothing But The Past Now.

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Fly the ocean in a silver plane

Watch the jungle when it’s wet with rain

Just remember till you’re home again

You belong to me

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