Tamsin Burnett

Tamsin Burnett Poems

Some say your going to the dogs
I say not so to you sweet friend.
For can a dog make springs or cogs?
with out which time will find it's end.
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Made of glass I'm made of glass
can't you see through me this heart inside
you should see it sitting there in this cage of glass
hold it gentle hold it close
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You got your dope I've got my smoke
(life life life)
when alls said and done you choose your life yourself
(choice choice choice)
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I hold the memory of us in my hand
and drift away to a distant land
Candy trees and sherbet sand
As I hold the memory in my hand
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I look at you and my gaze softens,
theres more inside you see....
I look at you and my heart beats faster
Can we, should we be?
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Are there really dragons flying in the sky,
bring all the cyber info to you and I?

Are there really Pixes stealing one of your socks,
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An Iron chain has lots of links
without which it would cease to be
one link could never be a chain you see,
Lifes an Iron Chain.
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Sitting here staring at my last friend
We never talk, about the end
How can we talk?
Why should we talk?
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Oh yea love with downy wings
Let loose to shake your fair locks free
Astride your steed by passion called
You trumpet loud “here stands Love! ”
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Ripped out still beating
fluttering in a panic
where are you now my love where?
My heaven, my hell, my love.
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Looking in the mirrors glass trying to see inside
I turn out the light and in the black I see what it's like inside
Turning on the bare lightbulb The harsh light burns my eyes
Swollen from crying away from your gaze
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Hello there trusted stranger with all your trusted lies,
forgotten hope and shattered dreams trickle from my eyes.
I need your knawing comfort there to help me through the day
to let me know your always there, no matter what they say
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Tamsin Burnett Biography

Meh, not much really. I guess the importent things about me are: I was adopted when i was seven years old. I didn't have a home before then, i was shuttled between homes. I have only been writting poems since the age of 9, I'm now 19 i write about my experences in life as i feel that i can only truelly write about feelings that i know about. I'm dyslexic so i'm sorry for the rubbish spelling! I would really like you comments about my poems, good or bad i'm not easy to offend! They would be useful in my creative development!)

The Best Poem Of Tamsin Burnett

Going To The Dogs?

Some say your going to the dogs
I say not so to you sweet friend.
For can a dog make springs or cogs?
with out which time will find it's end.

Can a poddle write a book?
which the world would need to inspire
for if the dogs the power took,
There would be an end to desire.

Can any dog great or small
give another an affectionate hug?
no indeedy not at all
but maybe an affectionate ear tug.

So I say gain dear friends
The world is a lovely place
we can hurt or make a meads
were dogs can only scratch and race.

Tamsin Burnett Comments

Teresa Kelly 09 July 2014

You were so sweet and kind... and able to laugh even when things were tough....... always preferring to hurt yourself rather than those that hurt you...... miss you Tamsin, praying you have peace at last..... SO weird seeing that your profile age is now 25.... when the world lost you at 19....

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James Bradby 19 November 2007

These poems run the full range from love to despair; they are also funny. An original voice; can we hear some more? I find Bulimia chilling but enlightening.

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