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The water is silent The tide flows slowly back and forth Calm before the storm Embarrassed ripples sail into shore Dissipating as thet near the waters edge Occasionally venturing out onto the long golden stretch of sand I lay on my board Oblivious to everything around me My mind is blank except for one thing The Wave I see it on the horizon Towering above its smaller brethren As they sail silently into shore Its impossibly blue cliff edge grows taller as it moves, engulfing all before it I push further out to sea Arm scything smoothly through the ice-cold water The Wave comes closer now It has stopped trying to be conspicuous

"A rose in my heart" A well-written narrative The rose representing the beauty of love Its association with the gift of flowers It can wilt when love is lost Flourish when love is found It is the perfect instrument For a writer to express their thoughts The generic metaphor for love But that's why I'll never use it True love is something unique Something different to each person Something rare, to be cherished You can't search for love It will find you But if it finds you, grasp it For love is there to be caught And if you drop it you can try again So do not waste a chance to catch it Because a broken heart can be repaired

Look deep into the abyss and you will see yourself staring back Wave, smile, you are your best friend in the world Gaze further still, through yourself And you will come to a door It has many names Hope, happiness, nirvana, heaven They are all false Some say it is called death But it is much further then that Your gaze passed death long before you saw yourself It is a door only in your hopes An entrance in your dreams An exit in your nightmares You choose to call it a door But it does not fit your definition It cannot be opened It does not lead to anywhere It is both a last resort and an obvious choice Though 'choice' is a m

Teary eyed Fatherless disguise Following the unending trail Of the non believers The truth turns to dust Convulsions of the past History remains in words but not in pictures The past is long and winding The strings of the wicked haunt its faceless years Widows of conformity Drag along their ball and chain Perilous happened in their unnerving gaze Paths from around the world combine Purposeful provocation Pre-empting the misery of life The basted child of hope and fear Consumes all those around it I beg you all Take the pill of protest Join the march of dissolution Add your name to the list of deviation Stand up to the mi

A happy house Music play in the background The occasional buzz of canned laughter Pierces the laughter of two children playing in their room The phone rings The boy answer it Smiles at the caller's voice Hands the phone to his mother A sudden change in atmosphere A shocked expression A rush from the room Confusion, what is happening? Frantic conversations "What has happened?" "Is he ok?" The boy sits in his room Staring through the wall, searching for answers The comforting pat from a teary eyed father Downstairs stunned relatives sit around a table The silence pierced by the occasional sob Mother stands in deep concentrat

I see the picture But it is blurred I smell the scene But it is confused I feel the world But it is numb I turn the tap But nothing flows Something block its path A knot in my train of though Derailed A missing link in the chain of command Procrastination reigns My mind wonders Sentences unfulfilled Start Stop Ponder Disjointed thoughts Anarchic Occasional triumphs of inspiration Are drowned out by the siege of empty ideas I fight the battle for concentration And still The words wont come

Pain burns inside Memories scared Swell of anger Adrenaline rush Hits the wall Physical relives the mental Tension grows Clenched fists Keep my face silent Echoes in my mind Ricochets around my soul The bullet of misery Beacon of happiness struggles on Occasional flashes Disguise its moribund existence These words scare off the flies of depression But they come back stronger Chewing on the corpse of my soul Its lifeless decaying body Drained of strength Sinews torn by the toil of existence Rebellious joy fights in vain The damage is done The battle is lost Pain is all that's left

Wakes up in the morning Body aching Breakfast of toast and coffee Senses dulled to taste Brushes his teeth Comfort in cleanliness Kisses his wife No eye contact Waves goodbye to kids Faces blank Drives to work Mind blank Sits at desk Ready to conform Writes reports Fakes interest Answers calls Fakes happiness Lunch Break Fag break Jokes with colleges Competition breeds hate Back to work Hates his colleagues Writes reports Hates his boss Answers calls Hates his job End of day Hates his hate Leaves office Knowing wink at secretary Drives home Mind blank Honey he's home Cliché life Tea with family Stony silen

I feed the fire of my physical pain Adding to its patchwork quilt of agony Torn with razor blades Burnt with matches Its image in my mind Its sight fills me with intriguing pain I examine my feelings of suffering Identify their structure Experiment with their effect But I can avert my eyes at any time From the patchwork quilt the years have helped me make I can avoid the hurt it puts me through It is my choice to embrace it To shelter under its tattered edges Taking comfort in its harsh touch Hiding in its shadow of hurt All in an effort to avoid the pain in my mind The mental torture that chews on my soul And spits it in my