poetry
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It was only when I stopped did I notice. As I stood on the bridge I stood still, only breathing As I sensed the world flow around me. On a bridge. Next to me, the footsteps of people, passing by, their flow of movement, the chatter, the excitement, the practicality of voice, crossing roads, heading…
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I am not entirely sure if there are words in the dictionary to describe the events of my last three weeks, and in the main they are not for here. But let’s just say that for almost every single one of them, there have been moments of being brave, courageous, of facing inner and outer…
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Sensing the flow, Like the pen in my hand, The flow keeps going. It’s about to emerge. It’s about to explode. It’s about to flourish. It’s about to be set free. It’s about to flow life To flow the energy of love. It’s about to wash clean. The free flow Open hearted life You are…
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Maybe 2025 won’t be (just) Happy Maybe it will be more. Maybe 2025 will be beautiful Maybe 2025 will be full. Maybe 2025 will be joyous or Maybe 2025 is when reality bites so strong its impossible to ignore. Maybe 2025 is about revolution, and resolve, not resolution (s) Maybe 2025 is for you, and…
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With the love of new companions Angels that found me and a loving self I go To The wild path. Step out onto its mysterious threshold hurting, pained, afraid The first act of love To walk the wild path Alone, but not alone. Stones reveal their shapes Masking my pain. Unable to feel, their jagged…
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This is the poem I had to write first a few weeks ago, it was the one that had to unclog the bottle. (TW; Suicide ) Mr Hecker, You were wrong. I once wrote a poem in which I died at the end, but my teacher said it wasn’t allowed. ‘James, you’re not allowed to…
James Ballantyne 