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Life I had is no more

By Amy, Birmingham on Wednesday, January 20th, 2010
Don’t trust anyone, and just survive

By Jaspreet Singh Dulai, Bilston on Wednesday, January 20th, 2010
Cold Front embraced by Human Warmth.

By Ben Macnair, Lichfield on Tuesday, January 12th, 2010
Weather Warning – Memories fall like rain.

By Ben Macnair, Lichfield on Tuesday, January 12th, 2010
The Clock stops. The Battery Died.

By Ben Macnair, Lichfield on Tuesday, January 12th, 2010
Poetry written on walls – White Washed

By Ben Macnair, Lichfield on Tuesday, January 12th, 2010
Wherever is home, my hats are.

By Ben Macnair, Lichfield on Tuesday, January 12th, 2010
I know the Truth. She Lied.

By Ben Macnair, Lichfield on Tuesday, January 12th, 2010
Anger Explodes. Too late for Sorry.

By Ben Macnair, Lichfield on Tuesday, January 12th, 2010
Late for meeting. Careless. Afternoon funeral.

By Ben Macnair, Lichfield on Tuesday, January 12th, 2010
Raised by two, killed by one.

By Ben Macnair, Lichfield on Tuesday, January 12th, 2010
Homeward crunching snow under my wheels

By Andrew Burchell, 57, Handsworth on Friday, January 8th, 2010
Snow tracks your feet my wheels

By Andrew Burchell, 57, Handsworth on Friday, January 8th, 2010
Sorted scrap metal mountains pass by.

By Andrew Burchell, 57, Handsworth on Friday, January 8th, 2010
Blue sky, snow, you and me.

By Andrew Burchell, 57, Handsworth on Friday, January 8th, 2010
Robin waiting on platform greets me

By Andrew Burchell, 57, Handsworth on Friday, January 8th, 2010
Snow reflects sun, wheelchair slips,slides.

By Andrew Burchell, 57, Handsworth on Friday, January 8th, 2010
Earth orbits sun my thoughts you

By Andrew Burchell, 57, Birmingham on Tuesday, December 15th, 2009
Glimpse of canal three people together

By Andrew Burchell, 57, Birmingham on Tuesday, December 15th, 2009
Rain falls softly allotments are still

By Andrew Burchell, 57, Birmingham on Tuesday, December 15th, 2009
Just missed tram Tai Chi time

By Andrew Burchell, 57, Birmingham on Tuesday, December 15th, 2009
Buddlia taking over welcome back butterflies

By Andrew Burchell, 57, Birmingham on Tuesday, December 15th, 2009
Derelict factories so many forgotten stories

By Andrew Burchell, 57, Birmingham on Tuesday, December 15th, 2009
Bottles in bushes robin tilts head

By Andrew Burchell, 57, Birmingham on Tuesday, December 15th, 2009
Bilston Craft Gallery here I come

By Andrew Burchell, 57, Birmingham on Tuesday, December 15th, 2009

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Life I had is no more

Don’t trust anyone, and just survive

Cold Front embraced by Human Warmth.

Weather Warning – Memories fall like rain.

The Clock stops. The Battery Died.

Poetry written on walls – White Washed

Wherever is home, my hats are.

I know the Truth. She Lied.

Anger Explodes. Too late for Sorry.

Late for meeting. Careless. Afternoon funeral.

Raised by two, killed by one.

Homeward crunching snow under my wheels

Snow tracks your feet my wheels

Sorted scrap metal mountains pass by.

Blue sky, snow, you and me.

Robin waiting on platform greets me

Snow reflects sun, wheelchair slips,slides.

Earth orbits sun my thoughts you

Glimpse of canal three people together

Rain falls softly allotments are still

Just missed tram Tai Chi time

Buddlia taking over welcome back butterflies

Derelict factories so many forgotten stories

Bottles in bushes robin tilts head

Bilston Craft Gallery here I come