jodi glass Poems

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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