jodi glass

the house was built in 1850, seven fireplaces
10 servants and four members of the Joneses
on the cold windy october day
no holes in the roof or trees
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Ashtray filling,
TV watching,
Points gaining,
Facebook watching,
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“hello” I am your daughter, sarah lou
or sarah to you
I am dirty minded, clutzy and forgetful
I a sucker for one hit wonders
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forcibly shoved in my own wee world
in a bubble that came free
books, music and can you tell me what else?
that desk in the door-less cupboard became my universe
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educational services and debt collections
Mr Archibald, please unhide
i know you don't want to, but im fed up
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George Orwell and Sue Townsend how will they be?
If I bounded up to see them in the spirit world
I would love to hear their thoughts on abstract words
and 1920s poverty.
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when the brain doesn't decide i should live, or i need a bit of pain for a temporary fix
anxiety meds dont help, and a chunk of my personality disappears melting away, never to be seen again.
only you cant find it on a old map
leaving me to chase around in my mind, gone and always forgotten.
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so called damaged, still alive hiding scars
battles fought, wars won
standing strong, support required, but we are not damaged
life is just lived differently
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in doom and gloom, lives belief
in dark days, there are people who are buoyant

good things find the mind
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Hygge, don't make me laugh, a nice meal, telling
your aunt about that one good bloke
wandering around ansruther, for the day to
end with seeing your deceased granny in
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tomorrow is a new day, fears will evaporate
and smiles will be permeated in
our world
sorries will be given and unicorns will
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the constant pounding of footsteps, caused pain to their delicate ears
and despite being use to constant Richter scale 8, nobody slept easily
7 trillion men, children and women got on with fixing buildings and earning their pay
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boy do i love myself, i am amazing and perfect
equally unstoppable and will set the world on fire

100% attitude and no longer needing to hunt my self esteem down
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sauntering along when suddenly she started to
drown in fear,
struggling with tides and caught unaware
and breathing, in short supply
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building 54 was not an exciting place
not the tallest, nor the smallest
with 200 more along the street
an ordinary building in the city
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covered in heavy words and dried acrylic paint
taking in all, hard to voice feelings
a non judgemental, never to be seen friends
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it the chewing gum stamped in to the pavement
slowly multiplying cell by cell, blocking your way
no way round, through or jumping over
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under currents and over currents
sea life floating to a calmer tune
ruled by waters way
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legs weak and sweat beading not so slow
ears deaf and eyes floating
the uncomfy seat growing ever more
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this hand will pick up trophies
green guilt, kiwi flavoured
this hand picks up pens of dreams
ordinary yellow, leaning proudly
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