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4 NEW POEMS -

Gareth Wilce - 17 October 2009

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1 bar, 1 person,

2 timer, 2 tiden,

3 tomme stoler, 3 tomme glass,

4 nye dikter, 4 !!!

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4 NEW POEMS -

Gareth Wilce - 17 October 2009

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1 bar, 1 person,

2 hours, 2'ish,

3 empty chairs, 3 empty glasses,

4 new poems, 4 !!!

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VRAKGODS -

Gareth Wilce - 15 October 2009

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Vrakgods vasket opp pa stranden.

Vandrer opp og ned med stein i handed.

Samlingen vokser, mens bolgene krasj.

Flere mineraler for min stasj.

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WRECKAGE -

Gareth Wilce - 15 October 2009

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Wreckage washed up on the sand.

Wandering up and down with pebbles in hand.

My collection grows, as the waves crash.

More minerals for my stash.

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SONDAG MED DEG -

Gareth Wilce - 5 October 2009

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Vekket fra dine drommer,

Frokost var klar.

En energi tilskudd

Av sjokolade.

En smilende ansikt,

En klapp pa din kinn.

Med pirrende instinkt,

Du velkommet meg inn.

Vi holdt oss varm,

Nar det kaldt som faen.

Ved jakt og venner.

Middagen senere.

Selskap med kos.

Sondag med deg.

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SUNDAY WITH YOU -

Gareth Wilce - 5 October 2009

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Sunday with you.

Woken from your dreams,

Breakfast was ready.

An energy supplement

Of chocoalate.

A smiling face.

The touch of your cheek.

With growing excitement

You welcome me in.

We so warmed each other

When it was as cold as hell,

Like a Hunt and its Followers.

Diner later.

Cosy.

Sunday with you.

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OPP I HODET MITT -

Gareth Wilce - 3 October 2009

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Opp i hodet mitt.

Kan ingenting tas som git.

Usikkerhet, er som en morke sky pa min sjel.

En uvant folelser av ting eg kjenner vel.

Eg legger ut hjertet mitt, for all a se.

Sann er eg, eg roper, det er min destiny.

A suge til seg oppmerksomhet,

Fordi det er det eg treng.

Vakre ting viser seg apenbart,

En etter en i sleng.

Eg kjenner meg mer i livet,

Enn noen ganger fra for.

Eg foler meg sa forvirret,

Da eg holder meg selv som narr.

Opp i hodet mitt.

Kan ingenting tas som gitt.

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INSIDE MY HEAD -

Gareth Wilce - 3 October 2009

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Inside my head

Nothing can be taken for granted

Insecurity is a dark cloud on my soul

A strange feeling for things I know so well

My heart goes out to everyone I see

I'm like that, I'm shouting. It's my destiny

To draw attention,

Because that's what I need.

Beautiful things appear,

Following one by one in sequence,

I feel more alive

Than at any time before.

I feel so confused

When I behave like a fool.

Inside my head

Nothing can be taken for granted.

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EN PLAN -

Gareth Wilce - 19.09.2009

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En framtidsplan for hva jeg kan gjore neste.

A folge min drom, vil for meg blir det beste.

A vegre fra dette, er det jeg har gjort,

Med a vente for lenge, og toler mye lort.

Men na, kjenner jeg min sti.

Og hvor jeg vil bli.

Men hvordan a seier det til deg.

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A PLAN -

Gareth Wilce - 19.09.2009

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A plan for the future for what I can do next.

To follow my dream, would be best for me.

What I've done is to withdraw from this

By waiting too long and taking muchs hit.

But now I know my path

And how it must be.

But how to tell you?

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Spenning -

Gareth Wilce - 13 September 2009 -

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Spenning raser gjennom hele min kropp

En kropp som er ohm, da eg sitter og venter for at

Spenning raser gjennom hele min kropp

Eg har hadde lav resistens, men en hoy kapasitet, da

Spenning raser gjennom hele min kropp

Men eg haper det ikke hertz, da

Spenning raser gjennom hele min kropp.

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Tension -

Gareth Wilce - 13 September 2009 -

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Tension rushes through my whole body.

A body that is Ohm, then I sit and wait because

Tension rushes through my whole body.

I have had low resistence but high capacity, then

Tension rushes through my whole body.

But I hope it'd not Hertz, then

Tension rushes through my whole body.

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OVERFORT -

Gareth Wilce - 9 September 2009 -

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Overfort fra leilighet

Til legevakt.

Transportert fra allmennpraksis

Til akuttmottak der piller hjelp dempar skepsis.

Sa over til sjukehuset der ting er skremmande.

Fleire rutinar, meir hemmeleg,

Men likeevel vemmeleg.

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TRANSFERRED -

Gareth Wilce - 9 September 2009 -

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Transferred from my apartment

To a first aid clinic.

Transferred from my G.P.

To Psychiatric Emergency, where pills suppress scepticism.

Then to an Asylum Ward where things are scary.

More procedures, more secrets.

But stll unpleasant.

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CAN'T TAKE THIS ALONE -

Gareth Wilce - 9 September 2009

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Can't take this alone.

Uansett hvor sterk du trur eg er

Under overflaten,

Eg er myk.

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CAN'T TAKE THIS ALONE -

Gareth Wilce - 9 September 2009 -

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Can't take this alone.

No matter how strong you think I am,

Under the surface,

I am soft.

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SCREAMING INSIDE -

Gareth Wilce - 8 December 2009

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Screaming inside,

Searching for a place to hide.

Don't lift your head.

Don't get out of bed.

Fold it inside out.

Don't let out a shout.

Store it away,

To tackle another day.

Stripped naked.

Scared and scarred.

Hide alone.

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DECEMBER DAISY -

Gareth Wilce - 7 December 2009 -

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The grass outside is green and brown.

The signs of winter bite the ground

White tips on the fronds once grown.

Hibernating buds tightly wrapped, almost gone.

Admist this, one strives alone.

A December daisy, withered, nods its head.

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USERS' INSTRUCTIONS -

Gareth Wilce - 4 December 2009

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If I came with users' instructions

Maybe I could avoid these self destructions.

I could be taken apart, carefully.

Oiled and cleaned thoroughly.

The elements of my disgrace;

The worn-out parts replaced.

Tested for compatibility

Durability and reliability.

Put back together, bit by bit.

Maybe I'd function then.

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TURN OFF -

Gareth Wilce - 3.12.2009 -

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Turn off the Christmas lights.

Take down the tree.

I'm in no mood, you see.

To be as happy as I should be.

So remove the decorations.

Postpone all celebrations.

And think how it is, to be me.

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LOVE HEARTS AND HURT -

Gareth Wilce - 3.12.2009 -

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Demolishing a packet of love hearts,

Without caring to read them underway.

The emotion of their text departs,

As I chomp, crush and swallow them whole.

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Why can't they make them

For people depressed.

With such texts as: "Leave me alone" and "go away".

So thar we could choose those that are best

To suit our mood swings, and our blackened souls.

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A YEAR -

Gareth Wilce - 3.12.2009 -

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A year has passed

Since the first diagnosis.

It's gone so fast.

And then left me in tears.

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And now looking back,

It hasn't left me completely.

The self control I lack

Has stolen my years.

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Of all that I made;

Home, family and friendships.

Nine of it stayed.

All replaced by fears.

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NAV pling -

Gareth Wilce - 2.12.2009 -

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The numbers on the board,

Written in red change; 69 pling.

People talking in hushed voices.

A little scared; strange; 70, 71 pling.

Group four guards the door.

The key to the wc; embarrassed
: 72 pling,

I don't quite know what I'm doing here.

I'll just wait and see, dejected; 73 pling.

That's me!

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THE BUS STATION -

Gareth Wilce - 1.12.2009

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The bus station with its inadequate signs.

Dark and dirty, take your place in a line.

The carbon monoxide, drawn into your lungs.

The bus driver's smile when he finally comes.

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WINTERTIME -

Gareth Wilce - 29.11.2009 -

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Numbed fingers.

Nails that don't seem to belong.

Sharp breath.

Nostrils tingle as the air is drawn down.

Chapped lips.

Glazed over with a minty taste.

Ruddy cheeks.

Warm and yet cold on your face.

Layer upon layer

No single piece of clothing fits.

It's wintertime.

And it'll be dark soon.

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