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I wish I could getaway,
just for a day,
not vacate the country,
but an aspect of myself.
...

Feminism,
the two headed beast,
one you love,
the second you loathe.
...

I am a fan,
I sit in the stands.
I'm sticking with you,
like gum to the bottom of a shoe.
...

Lets build a home,
sleep under a leaky roof,
while hope resides in
dead end street.
...

5.

I open my eyes,
I open them again.
...

Flowers in a garden,
Roses and their thorns,
seeds were sewn,
and now they're in blessed bloom.
...

I can hear a clock ticking,
a bell striking,
battery's running low.
My eyes are blurred
...

I thought I could help,
do some good,
well someone should.
Bandage up the bloodied,
...

A child,
wrapped in blanket,
for his fever,
a band aid for a knock.
...

10.

Paint me a picture,
of what this is meant to be,
a land of hope
and opportunity.
...

11.

Know thyself,
Know me,
Knowing the person I can be.
...

Too much to hold,
like wet soap,
happiness slips right through.
...

I packed up,
my love for you,
in a cardboard box.
...

Found this now,
keep it safe,
alive, I feel.
...

15.

Call it fate,
call it randomly shot,
struck- down
knocked up,
...

Scream, shout
grab a banner and demonstrate,
start a movement,
front a parade.
...

The waiter who wanted
to become an astronaut.

The road-sweeper,
...

I confess,
I've thought about it,
once or twice.
...

Pacify me,
as I begin to weep,
hold me close
as tears begin to dribble onto my cheek.
...

20.

From my window,
music plays
a plethora of voices,
bass, alto and gutteral growl.
...

matthew broxton Biography

I live in Birmingham, I've been writing since I was very young. I was persuaded to join the site and submit my poems. I love all forms of poetry, It's an amazing form of communication, that's part of the reason I write, in order to express pent-up feelings. Thankyou for reading.)

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Getaway

I wish I could getaway,
just for a day,
not vacate the country,
but an aspect of myself.

A feeling, a release,
just for a day,
no LSD trips or a drag of purple haze,
under a tree maybe
and watch the swans drift by.
Be surrounded by trees,
and create the illusion,
of being on an island,
in the middle of sea.

The phrase
'No man is an island'
could be true.

In the middle of the grass,
in between the shops
and the underpass.
Urban yet rural,
alone but not,
remembered but just forgot.

Spend a day in it's gaze,
oh I wish I could just getaway,
in spirit or through my ink,
to be new, in a place unknown.

No money for a flight,
not enough money for a flight,
no wind to fly a kite,
supersonic train or canalboat ride.

Just getaway,
from family or friends,
lose em for a day
and find myself again.

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