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WelshPoet: Crystal Clear
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I write poetry and short stories for a theraputic reason. It helps me relax and I hope you enjoy the writing. Blessings Chris Smith. There was an error in this gadget. Friday, 15 April 2011. Open your mind, and listen. Quiet now, a time to hear. Those sounds inside your head. Reaching out, becoming crystal clear. Somewhere the night owl cries. A thousand cats are calling. In a field, a mouse scuttles. Out in galaxies, stars are falling. There are the sound of countless prayers. You own words you can hear.
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WelshPoet: 14/11/10 - 21/11/10
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I write poetry and short stories for a theraputic reason. It helps me relax and I hope you enjoy the writing. Blessings Chris Smith. There was an error in this gadget. Saturday, 20 November 2010. All I seem to do is hurt. Cause sorrow to those I love. I know what I should. But I make the same mistakes. I try to find the right word. The one I need to say. I would change if I could. If I only knew how. I feel you drifted away. And it is all my mistake. For my sins I will pay. For my sins I will suffer.
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WelshPoet: 05/12/10 - 12/12/10
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I write poetry and short stories for a theraputic reason. It helps me relax and I hope you enjoy the writing. Blessings Chris Smith. There was an error in this gadget. Saturday, 11 December 2010. If we live or die. In all we do. To try to be true. To see what we hide. If we die in the fight. The arms of the might. What love goes through. Whispers On The Wind. I hear the whispers on the wind. The calling in the dark of night. I listen to what the voices say. Telling stories of lives faded away. As they sp...
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WelshPoet: 12/12/10 - 19/12/10
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I write poetry and short stories for a theraputic reason. It helps me relax and I hope you enjoy the writing. Blessings Chris Smith. There was an error in this gadget. Friday, 17 December 2010. Almighty God stands his station. Marking hope for this great nation. Eagles are soaring up high. Reaching out into the tallest sky. In dreams of cities all around. Climbing high from majestic ground. America preserves the fabulous dream. Each man and woman stand tall. Never allowing themselves to fall. In Croatia,...
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WelshPoet: 02/01/11 - 09/01/11
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I write poetry and short stories for a theraputic reason. It helps me relax and I hope you enjoy the writing. Blessings Chris Smith. There was an error in this gadget. Saturday, 8 January 2011. Like jaggered, rusty copper nails. Hammered, with malice, into my skin. My heart is bleeding with raw pain. Tearing me apart, agony resides. To love and face your selfish abandonment. Of the woman you tried to share your soul. But the morbid fear of the past came creeping. Friday, 7 January 2011. Nurses and Doctor...
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WelshPoet: 28/11/10 - 05/12/10
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I write poetry and short stories for a theraputic reason. It helps me relax and I hope you enjoy the writing. Blessings Chris Smith. There was an error in this gadget. Saturday, 4 December 2010. Some say you must be brave. And to face each new day. As a day further from the grave. A day where Death kept away. Try telling that to a cancer victim. Where each new day is a luxery. Each day is special to them. Each day they hope they will see. Or tell it to a victim of rape. Where the hurt is so deep inside.
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WelshPoet: 19/12/10 - 26/12/10
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I write poetry and short stories for a theraputic reason. It helps me relax and I hope you enjoy the writing. Blessings Chris Smith. There was an error in this gadget. Saturday, 25 December 2010. Can you hear the jingle of bells? Hear the blessings and the noels. Reaching out with joy for all. In homes everywhere, presents in the hall. Still there is another side we never see. Those neglected children, with stockings empty. Many are in places they should never be. All too many, homeless, too true sadly.
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WelshPoet: 31/10/10 - 07/11/10
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I write poetry and short stories for a theraputic reason. It helps me relax and I hope you enjoy the writing. Blessings Chris Smith. There was an error in this gadget. Saturday, 6 November 2010. I have lived in endless torment. Facing a darkness forever. Cursed to feed this lust. This unholy craving for blood. The temptations of warm flesh. The heat from the vein. Making my willing desire. Being one of an undying breed. Well, I will face this no more. Put an end to my sins. I will face the broken dawn.
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WelshPoet: Rotting Carnations
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I write poetry and short stories for a theraputic reason. It helps me relax and I hope you enjoy the writing. Blessings Chris Smith. There was an error in this gadget. Sunday, 1 April 2012. She sits there alone. Head in her hands. Crying about the past. Of the hurt inside. She feels so alone. He is miles away. Lost in a bottle. For what he had done. But there on the window. Long forgotten and neglected. Is a reminder of their love. But now faded and died. A vase of rotting carnations. Oct 24 - Oct 31.
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WelshPoet: 26/12/10 - 02/01/11
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I write poetry and short stories for a theraputic reason. It helps me relax and I hope you enjoy the writing. Blessings Chris Smith. There was an error in this gadget. Friday, 31 December 2010. You think you know this darkness? To look deep into the blackness? I've seen it far too many times. And always paid for my crimes. I know I let you down once again. Holding your patience, counting to ten. But I am a complicated beast of a man. Hurting you was never part of the plan. That even I don't even know me.