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Jem Solley Poems
You can hear their cries at night, You hear them, and put them out of minds sight, Don't want to face it, No you can't embrace it,
Because I saw you today.
I am fine, I was walking down this street, I was happy on my own, There was no one I needed to meet,
House, not home
My house is not my palace, This town is but a shell of my old memory, Crumbling to the ground like gravel, Please someone grant me free,
I am the she, who does dare to enter, The she who dares to fight, The she who dares conquer fear, Flaming through the dark night,
The last kiss
The train pumps smoke, The ashes of earths misery, A frail woman,26, Mouse hair as much as her personality,
6 Years Old and Wondering
Oh my- I hold myself growing, They said it would happen, But it seemed but a myth, Six years old, wondering about the day I would be older,
Grades on paper=ink on wood.
Who can tell me what I really know? Who really am, or who we really are? Schools drags you into a path of expected failure, And doesn't take you very far,
I've seen love that's been left, Been laughed at by the famously best, I've had my heart shattered in two, I've heard false promises spoken,
Happily Ever After
When I was little, nothing mattered, not even my looks, And when I believed all my fairy tale books, 'The couple fell in love, and lived in kisses and laughter, They moved into a huge castle and then they all lived happily ever after'
The little girl in the painting
The little girl in the painting When I was small, and just 4 years of old, My mother took me to an art gallery, she said "Do as your told! "
Snow is here, And so is he. Lesson five, What a bore, PE,
The Story Of A Predator (And The Awaited...
The beyond broad moor. The stale happiness that laid on the set before, The good old days, the strange bizarre man, Vulnerable hearts, lead to the promised land,
Kiss Him (For Me)
When he smiles at you, When you lean over, In your sweet homely home, To you sweet lovely lover,
Look after him
When he holds you in his grip, When he stokes your curvy hip, When you bight his plump lip, When you settle down together with wine you sip,
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You can hear their cries at night,
You hear them, and put them out of minds sight,
Don't want to face it,
No you can't embrace it,
That when you go past that road where you last saw her,
She will no longer be there that street girl, that pauper,
But what can we do?
It's not my business so "shoo! "
Why should we care?
Their only street children that are worse for wear,
But deep down it should hurt you,
Can't you feel that feeling just that little bit blue?
For the lonely child who curl up cold at night,
Who lives and terror, fear and ...