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Time
A Poem by
Kirsty Woodward
Time You are my greatest opponent You’re an overgrown jungle that keeps on growing And I lose myself within your thick vines of time Ticking..
Talking In Silence
A Poem by
Kirsty Woodward
What to say When you’ve got nothing to say. They expect you say something People People People Always talking Filling those silences with..
Trap
A Poem by
Kirsty Woodward
Its a funny thing you see How addictive destroying yourself Can be But to fall back into that trap Would be a terribly foolish thing For me.
Cowards
A Poem by
Kirsty Woodward
Cowards. There's plenty of them to go around Just look up and down They’re the ones Who can’t say what they think Without a drink Th..
Losing Yourself
A Poem by
Kirsty Woodward
When your head is just above waterYou can feel the waves lapping against yourFaceYour body's tiredUnderUnderAnd you tell yourself you'll come up forAi..
The Giants Will Laugh
A Poem by
Kirsty Woodward
I’ll walk the earth Step by step I’ll take a piece of you with me Each of you Along the way. I’ll walk the earth Carefully pac..
Death Walks Amongst Us, Take Care Of Him.
A Poem by
Kirsty Woodward
Say hello, To the Dead Soul of the earth Write him a poem Sing him a song Feed him well Drink your morning coffee on his behalf Dance to the bea..
When The Ape Comes Knocking
A Poem by
Kirsty Woodward
I’m staring into space A blank look on my face. Time is ticking and tocking The ape has come knocking. Belongings line the streets and Li..
Smile
A Poem by
Kirsty Woodward
do not tell me to smile I'm screaming out and I haven’t slept in a while. you have no power over me my b..
Fire
A Poem by
Kirsty Woodward
Some fires, Rage at the dawn of day, They burn through your pores, Turn your fingernails black, Burn our bones and brake our backs. I didn&rsqu..
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