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A week back in Manneh

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Old habbits 
Old friends 
grey clouds
a few drinks
neither here nor there
some new faces
but old feelings
a sense of want
a brave face
arriving at a destination
where the train is stood still
waiting for the opportuninty 
to chug along the tracks
passing red brick buildings 
that have stood complacent 
for many a decade 
this train was full of passengers 
all eager to get back home
after being away
for what seemed to be like a lifetime.
wha would they return to?
a semblance of their old life
or a chance to start anew.
a smile greeted them 
that had never left
an aura that maintained 
during a winter 
embers ready to be welcomed 
by the fresh air that
swayed about the damp
concrete streets of manchester

Poetry

That little boy

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What ever happened to that little boy?

The one who used to sit

on those set of swings

near almost every day.

The one that used to walk

around with that red balloon

making innocent remarks about

the world and the strange

looking people who inhabited it.

The one who dropped his ice cream

that sunny day in June

but did not shed a single tear

yet laughed so profoundly

that every adult around him either

stared in bewilderment

or laughed along with him.

The one who had a ladybird land on him

and set him off crying

but not out of fear

yet the beauty of such a tiny creature

and it place on this great green earth.

“Apparently he grew up”

“Oh no, don’t say that.”

Poetry

Life of Sin

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In this life full of sin

There is no one way

Journey

no one way road

that one can travel

especially alone.

If one does

they will soon realise

how futile their footsteps are

like any imprint or

work of art on sand

or even out of sand,

that is temporary.

It is temporary

A fleeting thought

A has-been.

Someone who looks at the sky

and scrunches their face

at the clouds formations.

They will pass almost

as quickly

as you

so make sure your companions

on this equally as fraught road

are as aware as you.

Perhaps show them

these set of lines

in hopes that it’ll

have a profound effect

on them

as it did to the person

who pieced these words

together in order

to form a semblance of

thought.

An idea that did

not guarantee the

“success”

of the person who wrote

this

yet gave them a fighting chance.

In this life of Sin

there is no set path

so make sure your thoughts

are as Sturdy as

the rocks you place your feet on.

Because when they sink

so does your head

the vessel that kept

your thoughts

afloat.

Poetry

An Uncoloured World

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The colouring pencil in his hand

looked new.

The colour didn’t matter.

He lay there

figuring out which part of the Globe

to paint next.

He scratched his head

He had to be sure

Whatever he filled in the next needed to be right

The right portion of the world

himself

another culture

another hobby

he wanted to understand

to learn

to discover

because that is life

at least his life

One that was currently in need

of a new pencil

and not a new holder

a common misunderstanding

but a drastic one.

Afterall

he was the only one who

could hold the pencil.

Otherwise he would never

recognise the world he had coloured.

Poetry

Birds in a Field

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Together we feel safe

A blanket of white

Tucked softly over a grass field

All safe in thought

Until someone breaks off in angst.

That’s life

One moment you’re safe and warm

And the next you’re fleeing

Running next to those who you thought

Were just as secure as you.

Free fall is fun

You get to learn most about

yourself when you’re falling.

Flying is like falling sideways

You still have the feeling of wind

between your feathers

but you just don’t know you’re

Still headed towards your death.