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Hi friends, Thanks for visiting my poetry page, you are more than welcome. I love writing, it is a form of escape, it can take you anywhere you want to go, it is your own imagination running wild, I write poems daily, they may not be always deep, some may be too deep, but its the way I feel at the time. Please come back from time to time and read some more. I also have a public poetry blog, were you are more than welcome to submit a poem of your own, for the World to read. Have a nice day. William Sinclair Manson. MY INTERVIEW WITH ROBERT HEWITT Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STORIES Please checkout PUBLIC POEMS Please checkout BILLY'S RANTS   THANKS OR VISITING.
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THE DARKER SIDE OF LIFE.

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Do you have any idea what its like to be depressed? always unhappy feeling stressed. Everyday the same nothing bright your brain is fried always in a fight. Hoping you never awake the next day caring less what people think or what they may say. Visiting doctors to be fed with pills watching all around you attending with ills. Nothing means anything no interest in life wondering what its like to be cut with a knife. Planning your demise each new day dreaming of wars and skies of Gray. Waiting for the time when you can finally rest your mind will stop working failing the test. People all around you staring at your shell personal hygiene forgotten beginning to smell. Don't care what you look like shabby and forlorn wearing old clothes tattered and torn. Days and nights the same cannot concentrate tears flowing wildly humanly a state. Who cares for you? more people than you know there is help out there to make you grow. Don't suffer in silence as millions do...
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BLINKERED.

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Looking through "blinkered" eyes you don't see much around. nothing much satisfies you nothing new is found. All you see is blackness a vision ready made forced to see the ugly things never seems to fade. No one can set you free and wouldn't anyway. they are all too busy in their World selfishly having their way. like a nightmare never ending your a prisoner in your own demise never seeing daylight wishing to see blue skies. Your being held captive like a lock without a key your in a place you don't want to be knowing you can never be free. The only person that can free you is yourself if you have the will you must do it on your own the poison you must spill.
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WELCOME

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Hi friends, Thanks for visiting my poetry page, you are more than welcome. I love writing, it is a form of escape, it can take you anywhere you want to go, it is your own imagination running wild, I write poems daily, they may not be always deep, some may be too deep, but its the way I feel at the time. Please come back from time to time and read some more. I also have a public poetry blog, were you are more than welcome to submit a poem of your own, for the World to read. Have a nice day. William Sinclair Manson. MY INTERVIEW WITH ROBERT HEWITT Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STORIES Please checkout PUBLIC POEMS Please checkout BILLY'S RANTS   THANKS OR VISITING.
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THE ONLY WAY THEY KNOW.

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Born to a World of hate guns and knives the way nothing to look forward to except horror every day. Ethnic groups everywhere fighting for their right looking after their families every day and night Days and nights we live in fear wondering when it will come this isn't a dream or fairytale fighting for the last crumb. Children nearly as young as five carrying weapons to kill no teachers to teach them civility keenly craving for blood to spill. Parents in jail or not around no one to discipline the young left in a world of commotion it appears whistling the tune as its sung. What is the answer? no one seems to know or care just statistics to quote in the news as hatred grows in every child. fighting of physical abuse. Safe in our own little domain forgetting reality in the streets carnage and disdain every day. you don't get a tab or receipt. todays youth, neglected each day brushed under the carpet "oh well" never h...
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CHILDREN OF WAR.

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Born in a World of hate guns and knives the way nothing to look forward to except horror every day. Ethnic groups everywhere fighting for their right looking after their families every day and night Days and nights in fear wondering when it will come not living in a fairy tale far from a beating drum. Children as young as five carrying weapons to kill education not an option edging for blood to spill. Parents in jail or dead no one to discipline the young left in a world of commotion whistling the tune as its sung. What is the answer? no one seems to know just statistics to quote as the hatred feeds to grow. We are all to blame safe in our own little World forgetting whats really going on while carnage and fighting unfurled. Look around what do you see? the youth ,going nowhere brushed under the carpet in a place were life isn't fair. CHILDREN OF WAR Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkou...
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