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He was asleep
In the corner of the street,
No light or heat,
But there he sleeps.
...

It's happening again,
Too powerless to pend,
She sparkled my heart,
She fluttered,
...

Graffiti all around,
Not a pin prick of any sound,
Dim light,
Heading to the darkness of the night,
...

The sun is shining,
Bright and high,
The skies so blue,
Not a cloud in sight,
...

lye through the night,
In a cold empty bed,
Dreaming of the past,
Of those moments we meed,
...

Are you staring at the stars,

I dream you are,
...

If i wrote a book,
Id probably get mixed up,
...

I see you walking,
I see you talking,
I haven't moved on,
My heart is scattered,
...

Do you remeber what you all saw,
That was me lying in front,
Of a large locked door,
With everything you did,
...

Howling away,
Leaving nothing,
As it blows away,
As we all walk through,
...

Diplomats fall,
As there enermies grow tall,
...

Down our trail,
Under the orange sky,
Through the long dark tunnel,
Linked by the arms,
...

Knock Knock who's there,
My blushing buttercup,
With her strawberry scented hair,
Smiling bright,
...

If heaven existed then,
Give me a sign,
Yes i've done bad,
But i've done good at the same time,
...

All alone in a peaceful zone,
The wind is calming,
As the street lights glow,
Looking upon,
...

How would you feel in the middle of the night,
If the one you loved,
Woke screaming,
Panic covering there eyes,
...

I Remember The Day I Felt Nothing But Pain,
You Stood Like A Crane,
Shouting Your Nothing But Shame,
As You Beat In The Blame,
...

She stood alone,
As thin as a bone,
Clothes ripped,
Like she been forced stripped,
...

I walk I stalk,
Drifting by,
Like a drunken eye,
Watching time,
...

Times will change,
Creating that space,
Parting in life,
It will be the final goodbye,
...

Bradford Poet Biography

It has been a very long time since i came and wrote any poetry, As my life took a very few bad turnings and my mental health became such a bad problem i lost all the will to wrote and forgot how to write. but i met a wonderful person who like myself had a illness and together she has given me my ability back.)

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The Man In The Doorway

He was asleep
In the corner of the street,
No light or heat,
But there he sleeps.
I don't know how,
The people around,
Can walk on by
And just cover their eyes.
His cloths are ripped,
His shoes are in bits,
But there he goes,
Another lost soul.
No change, as he begs,
He plays with his threads,
But they all pass by,
Holding their bags tight,
As they walk right by,
Like he's the scum of the night,
Who will rob anyone in sight.
You look at his face,
Calling him a disgrace,
But how do you know,
What events have been shown,
By the way he hides,
As he watches life pass by.

By James Aykroyd

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