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Once again I'm just sat here,
with boredom setting in.
Surrounded by usual suspects,
computer, phone, waste-paper bin.
Once again I'm just sat here,
with the ticking of that clock.
Counting down the hours 'till home-time,
5 O'clock is when this stops.
Once again I'm just sat here,
just waiting for that day.
My dreams are finally realised,
for now they're kept at bay.
But for now I am just sat here,
with the waiting, the ticking, the boredom.
Just willing, just hoping, just praying,
that soon my time till come. |
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All there is, is silence,
with the occasional word or fight.
Not physical but just as harmful,
I can barley sleep at night.
If only they would stop the fighting,
just long enough to talk.
Meaningful stuff, not mere movement of lips,
they don't even try at all.
You take for granted things about your household,
that you are all flesh and blood.
But of course Mum and Dad aren't,
only by marriage, nowhere near as good.
Suddenly everthings changed,
beyond all recognition.
How did all of this happen?
I'll keep wishing, if only they would listen. |
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Soon the day is going to come,
what can I do, what can I say?
They are our leaders and we follow them,
but to where, and what price must we pay?
Some man who is thousands of miles away,
will be the one that pulls the trigger.
But not a gun or a rocket launcher,
instead a weapon that is much, much bigger.
And a bullet, though deadly, simply hits and kills,
leaving a corpse when its work is done.
Whereas this weapon burns flesh and poisons survivors,
its the dreaded Nuclear Bomb.
Then they started adding chemicals to the mix,
as if the original bomb wasn't enough.
People coughing up blood, their skin melting,
doesn't matter if your weak or tough.
You see these 'Weapons of Mass Destruction',
they don't descriminate, just kill all in sight.
And many more after the primary blast,
black or white, there's no difference so why fight?
So listen to my words, and each other,
last chance, the day is really this close.
You can stop it all from happening,
you can take our necks out of the noose.
Today the skies are quite clear,
I'm sat under the pleasant evening sun.
I'm enjoying life, but am never forgetful,
that soon that day will come.
But hey! I'm just some bloke writing a bunch of words,
what the hell do I know whats going on?
I don't, and don't want to, I don't deny,
but I will do, if they drop that bomb. |
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Times gone by since we first met
One year, eight months, twenty four days
Never before have I felt this
I love her, but struggle to say so.
And one day I know she'll leave me
Nor can I blame her, she's starved for affection
Never again will I feel this, if I drive her away
Needless hurt I make her feel
Everytime I don't say those three little words back
Let alone tell her to 'Shush' or 'Be quiet'
So why can't I be more affectionate?
One day, someone will be, and she'll go
Never again will I feel this, I will have drove her away
Intimacy problems, I have them by the bunch
Lowering her self-esteem, GOD! Its practically abuse
Overcoming this is my goal, it has to be done
Vandalism of our relationship must end
End today so there may be a tomorrow
Yearning for my affection, that I have trouble supplying
Optimistic I will change, but can I? I must
Urgently, I'll have to, or one day she will go. |
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