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4 December 2005
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Nothing but nothing
Sunday 4 December 2005 - 1.09am
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In front of me it's gaping wide,
The nothing strecthes everywhere,
There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide,
Nothing but nothing, it's all that's here.
That's all I have for now. Just suffering from a slight lack of motivation... I have things I want to do, but, basically, can't be fucked.
Catch yah later. |
16 September 2005
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With my darling Leash
Friday 16 September 2005 - 8.11pm
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For Leash, obviously 
With my darling Leash
It's the thirteenth of September,
It's my birthday today,
I'm 21 years old,
But don't feel it in any way!
I've got some nice things,
And I've got some more to come,
But the main thing in life is,
I've got a special someone.
The someone who gave me this book,
The someone who I love,
The someone I care so much about,
The someone I hold above.
My life is so much better now,
With my darling Leash,
I want to spend the rest of time,
With my darling Leash.
Simon Murphy
13 09 2005 |
19 May 2005
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As a Broken Mirror Lies
Thursday 19 May 2005 - 10.22pm
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As a Broken Mirror Lies
My heart as a broken mirror lies,
Glittering, shattered upon the floor.
A mystical beauty reminiscent
Of wonderous dreams contained before.
The lies you told sent ripples across the surface.
The image of perfection distorted.
Wander lost, vibrant sounds unheard,
Which way now? All sights unseen.
Eyes uncovered to the truth,
Grief and despair I'm trapped between.
The lies you told sent ripples across the surface.
The image of perfection distorted.
Someone to replace you has come,
Here from reality into this place.
Death; my saviour, my friend, is here,
Helping me to end this race.
The lies you told sent ripples across the surface.
The image of perfection distorted.
My heart as a broken mirror lies,
The images seen forever untrue.
Simon Murphy 2005
Hey, finished this... sort of. Finally got around to having another look at it. Please feel free to make comments, suggestions, etc. I haven't really put much work into it, and it will change. That's why I'd like some suggestions etc. if you have any you'd like to share. |
7 May 2005
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All I Need Is This
Saturday 7 May 2005 - 5.39pm
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You're sitting so close,
Just to see you makes me smile,
I can't believe how much I miss you,
Even for the shortest while.
To touch your stomach, caress your back,
Cover your body in many a gentle kiss,
To feel your smooth skin against mine,
Of all the things in the world, all I need is this.
I feel the need to hold you,
I need to hold you to feel,
Your slightest touch brings my senses to life,
To hold you forever would be ideal.
I love you so much,
With every beat of my heart,
I wish we could be forever together,
I wish we never had to part.
Simon Murphy
6th May 2005 |
6 May 2005
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Concentric Souls
Friday 6 May 2005 - 8.11pm
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Concentric Souls
Concentric souls,
Writhing within.
Large gaping holes
From the moment life begins.
Sadness and despair,
These two black things
All that's found in here,
No-one laughs or sings.
A light flickers brief,
Glimpse all things real,
Turns off, back to grief,
No time for the pain to heal.
Life - so unfair and unkind,
It draws on, souls wear thin,
Nary a glimpse of hope can we find,
The race of life we cannot win.
Simon Murphy
March 5th 2005 |
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Yes, it's me
Friday 6 May 2005 - 2.44am
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As you probably gathered, it's Simon here as well. This is now to be my poety journal. It will hopefully have only the poetry I write which I wish to share with the general public. I know I've shared Unanswered twice on my other journal, but seeing as it's my name for this journal, I thought it fitting to make it the first entry.
Hopefully I'll write again soon, although I've been a bit slack on the poetry front of late.
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Unanswered
Friday 6 May 2005 - 2.40am
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Unanswered
His heart beats steadily,
It’s call unanswered.
He lies on his bed,
His body weak,
Fingers trembling.
He stares at the ceiling,
His vision blurring,
Eyes aching.
Thoughts of all he has done,
All he wishes he hadn’t,
Mind uncontrollable.
He lies alone,
He has no family,
No lover.
His thoughts grow slow,
Methodical,
Hard to follow.
He tries to concentrate,
To think of what he wanted,
What he needed.
His head is in turmoil,
He shuts his eyes,
Clenches his fists.
His body goes limp,
Heart beating weakly,
Blood pooled at his wrists.
His heart stops beating,
Unanswered. |
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