The blues will stick the reds to-day,
And Peter's wearing Ranger's strip to school.
"We'll stick 'em good," says Dan,
"We'll run and score and beat 'em to a man."
Joe says "Me Mam and Dad will be there."
"Mine too," says Mike, "and me Aunty Jane."
They'll do their best and play through all the pain,
'Cos fifteen tiny angels will be there.
There'll be a massive spelling test to-day,
And Mary's been studying the list.
"We'll all do well," says little Ben,
"We'll get every question, ten from ten."
"For once," they say, "we really care,
We care for school, our folks and dear Dunblane."
They'll do their best and spell through all the pain,
'Cos fifteen tiny angels will be there.
Poems written in a depression
My journey is long overdue,
my bag is packed, my last tears are shed.
To stay crowds new growth
and
prevents happiness.
I yearn for that everlasting darkness, that peace, that
silence.
Take me there
I pray.
**************
I am a full stop.
Small, black and insignificant.
Without me the sentence can make sense and
with me it
ends.
My life was commas, pauses and hopes for better things.
But
I know now
I am
a full
stop.
***************
This damned heart that has loved so much
beats furiously in my chest.
It seeks to live and love and laugh.
Damned heart, can't you see it is useless.
Stop your beating
work no more.
That would be love indeed.
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