Rebecca Stansfield Poems

If I knew why be here that I was here,
and if I only knew why the sad birds sings,
silently singing does the bird,
quietly whispering his wings.
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The night time was always hallow, bare,
where I'd bower my head and a doubly fair,
of nothing would be floating through,
the night time sky of grey and blue.
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How time differs from the rain
How it it is loud but feathered mute
As though a windmill churns your insides
As rain water inside it leaks
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I forced my ability today,
with nothing to do, and words left to say.
A crying fighter in the night,
I used to be so weak, but now I'm only light,
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My birthday yesterday,
yesterday I mean a year ago.
The mouse within the hole,
and how I still know.
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Nothing could manage,
in that there place of fittings,
of what our minds are permitting,
the anticipation killing us.
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Can a fire dance?
the smoothness of the flames,
the hype in which I cry to hear,
the flames rising above me.
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A timid man with a whole hole in his heart,
the birds powering inside of him,
and all that was a praying monster,
sit, sitting peacefully.
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Black your heart-
your heart is hallow-
a cave for me to fly into-
where I sleep tomorrow.
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