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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,
...

You will see him there,
Starring wondering,
What the hell,
He gave everything,
...

I maybe sad,
I maybe down,
But looking around,
I see so much empty ground,
...

I could of been walking,
But I was most likely walking,
When my mind just stopped,
I can't describe,
...

He walks far and wide,
Hundreds of miles if he could count,
With all the suffering locked away,
You wouldn't believe,
...

Walking through the halls,
You admire,
Every detail on every wall,
Feeling like your gliding through,
...

Her love will never die down,
Each day she will grow more proud,
Watching you grow,
She will do everything to show,
...

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,
...

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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