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Trapped In The Past

My home town is still dark and sombre.
The street where I lived still has one light.
The house I was brought up in was haunted,
which gave me nightmares every night.

Lately I’ve been feeling drawn to the place
even though I was pleased to escape.
Today it remains boarded up and empty
and I’m visiting for old times sake.

Both my parents saw out their lives here
and gave the other dwellers no mind.
They said they didn’t see or hear what I did
and didn’t believe in the ghostly kind.

That front door leads to hell-hole of misery,
every memory a pain in my mind.
I’m glad I don’t have to venture inside,
there’s nothing I want to find.

Through the nailed on boarding I’ve been taken.
It’s dark and the plaster on the walls is unsound.
The floorboards have rotted with woodworm,
and from the stairs come’s a creaking sound.

I can now hear talking in an upstairs bedroom,
which has brought a shudder down my spine.
Goose bumps on my flesh have tightened
and my feelings are the worst possible kind.

This place is rekindling unpleasant memories
and I didn’t really want to come this far.
In vain I’ve tried to get out, but I’m trapped again
with the ghosts that I lived with before.

poem by Orlando Belo
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Didn't I

I didn't realise that you were someone else
Until it was too late
So fooled by your disguise, carried away
I thought you were my friend
But things change and you along with them
Gone are the days when we laughed through the night
And it will never be the same
I said it wouldn't last forever didn't I, didn't I
Don't want to say I told you so but didn't I
I gave you all my heart and soul and didn't I cry
Bus somewhere deep in your heart, deep down inside
I got to you
Oh baby didn't I
We made no promises, we lived for every moment
Together come what may
What need was there to lie, for heaven's sake
I love you anyway
But things change and time heals the wounded
Where there was pain there's a scar on my heart
Now I can't look at you the same
I said it wouldn't last forever didn't I, didn't I
Don't want to say I told you so but didn't I
I gave you all my heart and soul and didn't I cry
Bus somewhere deep in your heart, deep down inside
I got to you
Oh baby didn't I

song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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Our street light

there we would sit
under the street light
free from the dark
just you and me
having a laugh

talking bout the good times
talking bout the bad
however messed up our lives were
watever pain we were in
the street light would heal us and set us free again
it was our getaway
it was our thing

the street light brought us together
the street light brought us the end
i still remember that street light like that special glow you had my friend

the street light brought us fun
the street light brought us love
the street light brought us warmth as we lay and look at the stars above

i was happy under the street light
as i knew you were too
comforting each other was all we used to do
the street light may be faded
the street light may be dull
but lets just remember the street light kept us going strong!

poem by Brad Brown
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From Out Of The Dark

It all began when I entered this world,
I was born unable to see.
This meant nothing to a new born child
who accepted life so readily.
My crawling days first introduced to me
the knocks and bumps of reality

Mum and dad were always around
to kiss me better when I fell.
They taught me how to walk the house
without giving injury to myself.
Upstairs and down I walked day or night,
just as though I had normal sight.

Throughout the early years of my life
I was educated by my mother,
but unexpectedly she became pregnant,
with Simon, my baby brother.
Simon’s arrival brought about a change of mind,
which saw me going to a school for the blind.

This opened up an exciting new world;
there was so much more to know.
Would they be able to teach me to read,
and show me where my fingers go?
Touch, gave visualisations to objects and faces,
that gave me pictures to once blank spaces.

By the age of ten I was developing other senses,
and was confident within my space.
After lunch one day, I was taken from my class,
a message had arrived in haste.
In the office, a policeman and my uncle were waiting
to break the news that was so devastating.

A vehicle had crashed into my parent’s car,
which rolled into fast flowing river.
By the time they were recovered from the water
there were no signs of life whatever.
I was taken to the home of my uncle and aunty,
who promised to love and take good care of me.

They worked for the diplomatic service
and were soon to be posted to India.
I didn’t know what was happening to me,
and I don’t think they knew either.
I was still in shock over my parents and brother,
and I didn’t really want to be with any other.

One Sunday morning after the service at church
I was told to dismiss India from my mind.
I would be going to a special needs school,
for the partially sighted and blind.
It seemed their promise didn’t cover future years
regardless of my personal fears.

The first visit to my proposed new school
struck me with silence and despair.
A feeling of impending doom sickened me,
and I just didn’t want to be there.
The afternoon brought a shopping trip to town,
clothes and kit weighed me down.

The day came too soon for last goodbyes,
my guardians were off to Bombay.
They deposited me at the boarding school;
shook my hand and left without delay.
The Head Mistress firmly but gently held my hand,
she immediately seemed to understand.

I suppose all new children felt the same
when they were left to cope
with a daunting, intimidating situation,
and a feeling of very little hope.
With knocking knees and thumping heart
I faced an uphill battle from the start!

My early boarding days were far from easy,
worsened by the harassment of the blind.
Some of the partially sighted took advantage;
they were just born to be unkind.
But that changed with a new teacher’s arrival
who taught the ‘partials’ to be respectful.

The discovery of inner peace in our mind and body,
and how to hear movement from sound.
How to separate the distractions that noise brings,
and how to remain focused and profound.
This knowledge has brought dignity and self belief
to a blind man who has now decided to teach.

poem by Orlando Belo
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25 Minutes

After some time I've finally made up my mind
She is the girl and I really want to make her mine
I'm searching everywhere to find her again
To tell her I love her
And I'm sorry 'bout the things I've done

I find her standing in front of the church
The only place in town where I didn't search
She looks so happy in her wedding dress
But she's crying while she's saying this

Chorus:
Boy I missed your kisses all the time but this is
Twenty five minutes too late
Though you travelled so far boy I'm sorry you are
Twenty five minutes too late

Against the wind I'm going home again
Wishing be back to the time when we were more than
friends

Still I see her in front of the church
The only place in town where I didn't search
She looks so happy in her wedding dress
But she's cried while she's saying this

Chorus

Out in the streets
Places where hungry hearts have nothing to eat
Inside my head
Still I can hear the words she said

I can still hear what she said

song performed by by Michael Learns To Rock from Colours
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Didn't I

I gave my heart and soul to you, girl
(Now didn't I do it, baby, didn't I do it, baby?)
Gave you the love you never knew, girl, oh
(Didn't I do it baby, didn't I do it baby?)
I've cried so many times and that's no lie
It seems to make you laugh each time I cry
Chorus:
Didn't I blow your mind this time
Didn't I
Didn't I blow your mind this time
Didn't I, this time?
I thought that heart of yours was true, girl
(Now, didn't I think it, baby, didn't I think it, baby?)
But this time I'm really leaving you girl, oh
(Hope you know it, baby, hope you know it, baby)
Ten times or more, yes, I walked out that door
Get this into your head, there'll be no more
Chorus
(Didn't I do it baby, didn't I do it baby?)
(Didn't I do it baby, didn't I do it baby?)
Ten times or more, yes, I walked out that door
Get this into your head, there'll be no more
Chorus Ad lib
Spoken:
Girl, can we talk for a second?
(Baby can we talk)
I know it's been a long time
Since someone blew your mind, like I did
(Ooh, baby)
But there'll be other times
(Didn't I blow your mind it happens all the time)
For me and you
(All the time)(Ooh, baby)
And I can see the tears fallin' from your eyes
(I can see the tears falling from your eyes)
Tell me girl did I blow your mind?
Chorus and fade

song performed by by New Kids On The Block
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A House of Memories

Four generations of my family have lived in that house,
everytime I pass it fresh memories are aroused.
It was once filled with laughter, music and conversation,
now there’s only creaking floors and insect habitation.

My younger sister and brother were born in the master bedroom
and their cries are in my memories as they left mum’s womb.
With the midwife shouting for more hot water and towels,
and dad pacing the floor listening for the new baby’s howl.

The happy times ended when sis fell from her bedroom window,
we all blamed ourselves and for years we suffered in sorrow.
Mum and dad spoke as if she was still about the house each day;
to them reality had died and their sadness was hidden away.

Soon after my older brother went to war at the age of eighteen,
he was captured by the enemy and never again seen.
My granddad was killed whilst working underneath his car,
the jack gave way and he wasn’t missed for over an hour.

My young brother was an adventurer and explored the garden well,
the rope snapped and he drowned, it must’ve been hell.
Mum and dad had so much pain and distress locked inside,
they said nothing could stop their misery except suicide.

A week or so later, the morning began unlike any other day,
the master bedroom was quiet in an odd sort of way.
My twin sister and I had this feeling of gloom and despair
we broke down and cried before we got upstairs.

We entered the master bedroom and saw mum and dad,
in each others arms, no longer looking sad.
And now there’s just my darling sister and me,
who daily live with our childhood memories.

poem by Orlando Belo
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I Don't Feel Like It

The sky is blue and a streak of
Magenta hovers beneath the early morning’s sun as
It rises over the treetops-
The air is cool, crisp and invigorating,
Blowing as a gentle breeze through the open crack
In my living room window, inviting me to walk outside-
Today I feel no motivation-
Today I fear the outside world
Today I cannot face-
Inside where all I can hear is the ticking of the wall clock and
The sound of eerie silence interrupting
The voices inside of my mind that wish me ill fate-
Today is just another day- I know today is almost magical,
There is so much outside that seems to be summoning- though
Today I cannot venture outward.
I hear the gentle morning breeze rustling the barren branches upon the trees-
I can recall my mother’s tearful voice and her frequently spoken words
“I don’t feel like it.”
Today I don’t feel like walking amongst nature’s bounty and
As my tears are falling down my flushed cheeks-
I remember my mother and how she didn’t care-
She didn’t care about whether she lived or died and
She didn’t care if the sun was shining or hiding behind clouds of misfortune-
And how I so believed she did not care about me?
The sky is blue in the early morning as
A magenta cloud hovers above the rising sun-
I have been told to try and understand my mother’s plight and
To bring her back inside my memory and wish her well-
My mother is dead and gone and
I cannot bring her back in any way – too much time has passed and
The voices inside of my mind keep telling me- she did not care.
I cannot bring her back- even if she were to become an angel in heaven-
No matter if the sky is blue on an inviting winter day-
I cannot venture outside and I cannot forgive my mother-
Some say I need to try and forgive her before the rain takes over and
Washes away even memories of all of good times-
All I can remember are her words as I repeat them-
“I don’t feel like it.”

Claudia Krizay

poem by Claudia Krizay
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No Place Like Home

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There's my easy chair, just sitting there
I've spent a lot of time
Thinking of this perfect love
I know is yours and mine
Oh how I love that old picture on the wall
Of you and me and the kids
My most favorite times in life I've spent
Right here where we've lived
Chorus:
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
It just hit me as I was leaving
There's no place like home
From the bedroom I smell perfume
My favorite kind you wore
And it brings back memories of all those nights
Behind our bedroom door
The saddest thing I think I've ever seen
Was my closet all cleaned out
It's sad to think that one must leave
Cause we can't work things out
Chorus
So baby, say that I can stay, for just a day or so
Then maybe I can change your mind and I won't have to go
Just look into these baby blues
And tell me it's okay
I love that smile, it drives me wild
No love won't die today
Chorus
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song performed by by Randy Travis
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That house in Brackenfell

That house in Brackenfell
had new furniture,
a wine red Kameel lounge suite,
a solid wood dining room table,
a big queen size bed with drawers,
a brand new washing machine,
a white Kelvinator stove and refrigerator.

I worked on an old display case there
stripping varnish, rubbing it
with sandpaper and gluing
it together again
into which your mother
put some mirrors at the back
and we gave it to her.

I planted flowers and shrubs
in that small garden
and watered them
and we lived there
in our first dwelling
for just a few months
driving to work
at Tygerberg hospital and back.

Your folks went away on holiday
and we had to look after
the Pomeranian
and you twisted
that orange-brown Wollie’s member
when he lifted his leg
against the lounge suite
and the poor thing
had to go to the vet
to get over its shock.

Everything went really swell
till one night
that you used the bath
and were naked in it
with all the taps closed
when the walls
started to knock
with a sturdy sound
expected on the front door.

At first you didn’t understand
what was happening
but when you realized
you gave a great scream,
and went to the bedroom
to dress.

Later I found out
that students had played
glass-glass with an ouija board
in that house
and had invited some spirits in.

When the lights
started to go on and off
and doors opened and closed
on their own
you had it with the witchery
and with that house
and moved to your parents
huge villa a little way off.

I at first stayed and prayed
and opened the bible
and told the spirits to be gone
and so they did
but you didn’t believe it
and never set your foot
in that place again.

poem by Gert Strydom
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My Dark Dreams

I'm in the dark
And I'm lost
In my mind, screaming
Through the empty
Space, filled with no light
All I hear is my echo

I listen and hear the echo
Of silent breaking through the dark
Nothingness that consumes any light
That I don't see, in this lost
Place of empty
Dreaming, in which I scream

Soon as it stops, the screaming
High painful cry, and the echo
Fades, leaving me again in the empty
Hallow thoughts of my dark
Sleep, and wander through my mind lost
Of what I had, it was my light

What I had was like a warm light
That held me from the bitter screaming
Of the cold, it found me when I was lost
It covered me like a blanket, and echoed
Through my soul, with it I was never in the dark
And never left empty

Now, in my sleep, I am empty
The warm blanket of hte light
No longer holds me, but exposes me to the dark
And painful piercing screams
Of my own voice echoing
In my nightmares of what I've lost

I am lost
In the emptiness
Of my own pain, that echoes
Through me, and all I want again is the light
For it I scream
In my dreams, but all I get in the dark

I dream of the dark and I'm lost
My screaming is only heard by the empty
Space in my mind, where light shined, but there is only echo.

poem by Nicole Hiebing
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The Mystery House

That door had been shut for years
No sound ever passed its ears
Its eyes were starved, for light,
Inside was just silent Night

Why was it closed, what had it been
Had it some kind of mishap seen
Was it waiting for its master, last,
To free it from some spell he cast

The wood cracked, the metal, rusted
cobwebs on its top vested
' The house of ghosts ',
it was taunted
Little John too knew the house was haunted
Eerie spirits, you could hear all night,
poor Ken, you see, huddled in fright
mother forbade, no one went close
into the death trap, none tried nor chose

' The Winchester House ', it was named once
None gave the manor's house a glance
I believe the house, will forever remain
Yet none its mystery will ever explain.

poem by Vishnu Sampoorn
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The Suit

The Suit

After the surgery my son come visiting
he had brought a dark suit along, hung
it in my wardrobe, said he had brought
it along in case we went to a party.
A fortnight later he flew back home but
left the suit behind so he didn’t have
to bring one next time he came visiting.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Ryan's Journey

There cannot be something bigger than me.
My body and mind it would say.
The things I see and the things I hear.
They must be the only way.

For years I truly believed this.
And then one day I did fall.
The things that I thought were the truth and were right.
It wasn’t the truth at all.

I then set out on a journey.
To places that I’d never known.
It was a journey to go in my mind and my heart.
And to soften my heart made of stone.

I was given a book and some angels.
To lead me on my new quest.
My old journey it brought the worst out of me.
I hoped this new one could bring out the best.

The journey began dark and was painful.
The hurts that were hidden inside.
It was then I reached the first destination.
This place it was called “Ryan’s Pride”.

I thought I was bigger then everything.
But something was bigger than me.
As I walked through the town that was called Ryan’s pride.
I thought to myself how could this be?

In this town I saw so many people.
And they all looked just like myself.
Everything they said they were right, I was wrong.
Time to put this town up on a shelf.

I said farewell to this town.
Down another path is where I went.
It was then I came across another big town.
This town it was called “I Resent”.

Everyone in this town was so bitter.
And the language they spoke was called hate.
They carried these things they called “grudges”.
On a dirty and tarnished old slate.

So I went and I purchased some “grudges”.
Saw the dirtiest slate I’d ever seen.
Then I went and purchased some bleach and some cloths.
And I wiped my dirty slate clean.

I left 'I Resent' shortly after.
I was glad it was bitter and cold.
The next stop on my journey of life.
Was a town that was called “I Controlled”.

Everyone in this place was so bossy.
And they picked each other apart.
Not letting anyone try to be themselves.
A town beating with only one heart.

I tried to fit into this town here.
But nobody would just let me be.
It just didn’t matter, I was never right.
These people they wouldn’t accept me.

In this town I saw a girl fall and get hurt.
I went and helped her to her feet.
And she said, “I am such a failure”.
This girl she looked truly beat.

I told her she was not a failure.
There was a lesson she learned from her fall.
I encouraged her for she had so many strengths.
And then this humble girl stood very tall.

I pondered the paths I had walked down.
And the cities that I came across.
I realized when I came to these cities in these towns.
That my heart and my mind they were lost.

All the people I hurt and battered.
The promises I never kept.
The burdens I placed on the people I loved.
It was me that I didn’t accept.

There were many more towns that I visited.
In the journey of my heart and my mind.
It wasn’t until the final stop I would reach.
It is where the Truth I would find.

This town it sat very empty.
Not a soul in this place did I see.
It was a beautiful town, it was called 'Love'.
This peaceful place was just for me.

Our world it is filled with seekers.
And we each were given a quest.
Sometimes you have to see the worst in yourself.
And just know it can bring out the best.

I am thankful that I took my journey.
I am thankful for my loving guide.
For the destination He wanted me to reach.
It came from my journey inside.

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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I Didn't Ask And She Didn't Say

Fogged in in Dallas
On my way to LA
Staring up at the screen
All flights were delayed
When a voice from behind me asked
Stranger, how have you been?
Well, I was caught off guard
When I saw her face
Stumbled my way through an awkward embrace
Then somehow I managed to say
Good to see you again
We caught up on old friends
Caught up on old times
But all through the small talk
It kept burning though my mind
Does she think about the nights we spent on Crystal Lake?
Wrapped up in a blanket till the break of day
So many times I've wondered
Does she think of me that way
I didn't ask
And she didn't say
Trading stories
And pictures of kids
Things we're gonna do and things we never did
Till stranded in that moment
Not sure what to say
Then she broke the silence
With her little shy smile
She brought up the weather
But all the while
I wonder if she thinks about Jackson Hole
Nights beside the fire and angels in the snow
So many times I've wondered
Does she think of me that way
I didn't ask
And she didn't say
We said our goodbyes
Swore we'd stay in touch
Then we went our separate ways
Knowing no one ever does
But I couldn't help but wonder
As I walked away
If things had turned out different
Where would we be today
So many times I've wonder
Does she think of me that way
I didn't ask
And she didn't say
No, I didn't ask
And she didn't say

song performed by by Tim McGraw
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0200 Dementia

Now what did I come upstairs for?

Of course I haven’t forgotten your name,
young lady, it’s just that I can’t remember it

Why am I going upstairs?
I only just got up

No dear, you’re wrong,
I always pay on account

Where’s my bed?
Isn’t this upstairs?

Take the paper back
to the newsagent, someone’s
already done the crossword

Of course I’m undressed,
I just came upstairs

Of course you can sign my name dear,
they know me at the post office

Why is it so dark downstairs,
I’ve only just got up

Why should I give you money for the gas,
Young man? I don’t even know you

I’m sure there are more stairs
than there used to be

Stop being so insulting, young man,
it’s only money

No of course I don’t need help with the stairs,
I know my own house

No dear, you sign for it, I’m sure
your boss will understand

Somebody changed the stairs
when I was out, they
aren’t the same

Why are people so rude about
money these days?

Ask my father to speak
to that young man

The stairs are steeper than they were,
somebody’s changed them

Who are you, I didn’t
ask you to come in…

Of course it’s my house,
it’s just that you changed the stairs

Tell the bank manager to
come and see me in the morning.

Why does that man upstairs
move the stairs at night?

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Suicidal Mind

This world crumbles before me
the days turn dark and cold
something inside my soul
eating away my flesh
torn and frayed
it's such a mess
nothing here left to hold
In this suicidal mind
where only demons you will find

Tortured by the pain
can't escape your misery
I tried to refrain
these games we played
hear the sound of silence
sealed with a kiss
memories I can't let go
that leave me like this

Haunted by your presence
I think of days of old
with blood in my eyes
lost in a endless day
hiding from myself
facing reality with your lies
In this suicidal mind
where only demons you will find

Now as the sun filled skies
turns dim and gray
with words of angony
every heartbeat dies
with every fallen ones cries
(spiritwind-2000)

poem by Spiritwind Wood
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Boarded Up

Boarded up
Yeah, were boarded up
Nailed up shut
Yeah, were boarded up
Music venue has had its day
Death watch beetle band moved in to play
Groups dont come down from london way
Cos were boarded up
Yeah, were nailed up shut
Two-by-four-ded up
Yeah, were boarded up
Touring companies stay away
Rats and mice take the centre stage
Carpenters mate have a field day
Boarded up
Yeah, were nailed up shut
[dont mind me at all]
Two-by-four-ded up
Yeah, were boarded up
Pubs and clubs had the chop
Making way for a superstore plot
Some town planner didnt know when to stop
Boarded up
Come and see us
Boarded up
Dont wait too long, now cos were
Boarding up
Yeah, boarded up...

song performed by by Xtc
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Stranger In My Own House

(a capella: she said: boy, your luck is running out...she make me feel like a stranger...in my own house)
I come stumbling in at a quarter to three
To the sound of my own dog growlin at me
Im scared to move or turn on a light
Youve got me creepin around in the dark
Like a thief in the night
Ive got no excuse, I should have known
Ive got no place to live
I never feel at home
I walk into the kitchen to see whats there
Im tired and Im hungry but the cupboards bare
Ive been working all day and all night too
I cant believe this is all I have to come back to
I guess Ill take a look upstairs, in the danger zone
I wonder what Im doing here
When I never feel at home
Im a stranger in my own house
Ive got the keys to the door
But Im still locked out
Im a stranger in my own house
Ill huff and Ill puff and Ill blow this house down
Cant be a stranger in my own house
I see the do not disturb sign on my bedroom door
What is this sheet and pillow laying on the floor
I wore out my welcome
I hear you loud and clear
Its time to get a few things straight around here
Ive got no excuse, I should have known
Ive got a place to live but I never feel at home
Im just a stranger in my own house
Ive got the keys to the door
But Im still locked out
Stranger in my own house
Ill huff and Ill puff and Ill blow this house down
Cant be a stranger in my own house
Ive got no excuse, I should have known
With a woman like you Im better off alone
Im a stranger in my own house
Ive got the keys to the door
But Im still locked out
Im just a stranger in my own house
Oh, honey Im home
Im just a stranger in my own house
Im just a stranger in my own house
You got a lion on your hands girl, not a mouse!
Im just a stranger in my own house
Im just a stranger in my own house
Well, somebodys got to go...
Stranger
Stranger

song performed by by Foreigner
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The Night I Lost You

This night,
This very dark night,
Was the night I lost you.

The cold air blew through my hair,
As I watched you fall to the ground.
Slow motion had seemed to take you over,
As you fell,
And I was suddenly empty,

Nothing, but fear flooded my mind.
I lost you to the dark,
I couldn’t see you anymore.
You went down, down,
And didn’t come back.

Why didn’t you come back to me?

I stood in the night,
Cold.
Didn’t know what to do.
I didn’t know why you left.

You had no reason for going.
You just fell,
Fell away from me.
That’s why I’ll always remember this night.

This night,
This very dark night,
Was the night I lost you.

poem by Rachel Brewer
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House for Sale

I stood in the midst of the empty house,
It was silent, empty, and bare,
gone was the laughter the tears and the life,
and the family that once lived there.
I stood there observing, to try to revive
the memories this house had to share,
the secrets, excitement, unhappiness too,
these feelings so willing to bear.
I heard children playing and lapping up life,
I heard adults talking and scolding,
This house bore it all with its solid repose,
and accepted with wisdom beholding.
I stood in the midst of the empty house,
with a feeling of sadness around,
abandoned and empty, a lonely shell,
for the place never uttered a sound,
it was silent and bare, where the rooms had been stripped
and the furniture taken away,
the paint had been scratched and the floor left unwashed
when the house was abandoned that day.
The ghosts from its past walk through each lonely room,
and I sigh as I button my coat,
I slam the front door with an echoing bang
and a lump seems to lodge in my throat-
for there on the green lawn for all eyes to see
with dark letters outstanding on pale
is a board standing taut in the cold winter sun
with the large, lonely wording- "For Sale"

poem by Margaret Hanning
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