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Comment please, I like the support and advice. Its helps my writing. Inspired by poets such as Hollie McNish, I do not write conventional poetry. It's foundation is a mix between poetry and rap, but also just my passion for writing. This, I feel, creates a variety of poems about love and hate, but also about politics and race. I am just a young man who likes to express himself with words, and maybe I can create a lasting impression on people as a bi-product. I hope you enjoy the poetry you write but more importantly, I hope that instills an emotion in you, wether you agree or disagree.

Tuesday, 22 February 2011

My Imaginary Friend

This is for all the children out there young or old, who have lost a mother or father, or anyone who was very close to them and looked after them and this is for all those unlucky people who have had to replace those who they loved with their imagination. 

He walks into school holding my hand
No blue paw, grey claws, blue fur head band 
No spots down the back, and heavy bear tracks
Winding up behind me, as I look back. 
The sigh that i’m hearing isn’t butterfly wings 
Or shiny purple nostrils, or things that you see in fiction pictures 
But a breath from a human, humane and perfect.
In the play ground we run, and they pick me up laughing
In arts class painting pictures of each of us laughing
Laughing on the grass, and splashing in the mud
Coming home to mother, kicking of boots with a thud.
My friend has a big red teddy bear man, 
who reaches as high as mount everest can 
My other friend has a pink octopus, 
Where she travels the seas, around coral corners and bends
around green clouds and rows of white bush
And the piggy back rides that help me touch the sky
like the paper, plastic, big fantastic planes that we fly
And the wheeling around touching suns and planets in the park
Staying out late at night cus you’ll protect me from the dark
And He walks into school holding my hand
No blue paw, grey claws, blue fur head band 
No spots down the back, and heavy bear tracks
Winding up behind me, as I look back.
At the imaginary father i never ever had.  

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