Sydney La Roche

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Poverty. He wants me.
He infects me like HIV.
Like a cancer of the soul,
Of which I can't let go.
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Ingrained inside my coffee-stained soul,
Is a sweet vanilla-fudge toffee flavoured hole,
With a damsel in distress: A Disney Princess,
With a cigarette-smile, spouting sentiments I can't repress.
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Why can't keys and broken pens pierce the skin?
Why must I venture into the kitchen?
Is there nothing sharp underneath my bed,
So I can secretly shed my old hide?
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I appreciate this battle's lost.
Velvet violins dulcify despair.
Tabla's pound and pennies are tossed,
As angelic anguish adorns the air.
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5.

Agony lasts an eternity.
It dims with time but never dies,
Like heiroglyphs adrift in time.
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6.

Swallowing silence burns like Tesco Value Vodka.
The time-bomb-clock's tick-tock's stop in shock,
At the painful pining, reminiscent of a battered toddler.
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Reason and logic are cruel mistresses.
Reality lures me into dangerous lands,
Like a flag for a bull, they wave their red dresses
And entrap me inside these razor-torn hands.
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You, with the turbulent spark in your eyes,
Disgrace me with counterfeit decorum;
And feed me with your artifice and lies.
My eyes shut tight, I approach the forum...
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I have nothing to say.
Not a single line.
It all sounds the same.
It all sounds benign.
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10.

I don't lust for imprisonment,
Or ignorance of a blissful life.
I place trust into my torment,
Bleeding like my veins through time.
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11.

Stop! I really love you!
But you're just too far away...
And yes. I've been unfaithful.
And yes. I am to blame.
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I don't know what I'm feeling, or what I'm faking anymore.
My only indicator to the pain thats real,
Are my tears.
But I dont know what triggers them.
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What right do you have to divulge in such dissonance?
What right do you have to pass judgements?
For every butcher and betrayer does suffer, perchance.
For who would desire a mind that torments?
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14.

I could dazzle you with my long words.
I could intrigue you with my free verse.
I could reach for my thesaurus.
I could encite it with a chorus.
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Sydney La Roche Biography

I'm an actor, artist, singer, songwriter, performer and general thoughtful person, and I also often write poems, which will go here.)

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Poverty

Poverty. He wants me.
He infects me like HIV.
Like a cancer of the soul,
Of which I can't let go.

Poverty. He rapes me.
He comes into my heart.
He thrusts at me so hard,
That my frail body falls apart.

Poverty. He chains me.
He locks me in a bedsit.
He forces me to suck it
And throws up in my bucket.

Poverty. He fines me,
'Cause I haven't got enough
And he thinks I like it rough,
And he doesn't give a f*ck.

Poverty...Assaults me.
He's mugged me for my body,
And my mind he's taken from me
And he leaves his seed upon me.

Poverty. He kills me.
I couldn't eat the pain.
I couldn't feast away
The shadow of that name:

Poverty.

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