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Brian Curran
*Brian Curran
Ireland
I'm a first-year student at the University of Glamorgan in south Wales. I am studying Media and English. I am originally from the Republic
of Ireland. I am from a poor background which makes my outlook differant from any other poet that I have met so far.
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In the twilight years of his life
Still up at six preparing for the day ahead,
Not only for him but for everyone
Twelve years since he was left on his own.
Left to raise two infant sons.
Some said he was too old for fatherhood.
Some said he was too old to cope, after the horror.
All were wrong.
I see him he's staring at her picture,
He sheds a tear. Which I pretend not to see.
The picture is put back in its place.
He is gone to bed to ready himself for another day.
I pray he finds his peace.
Mary Jane by Brian Curran.
Every day, I came home to you,
You always put a smile on my face.
You were my release,
But now you're my prison
I tried to get away, but
you were my friend,
my lover, my passion, and
you always persuaded me to stay
You held me close,
Until I almost stopped breathing.
You were mine.
I was always yours.
One day, one day maybe,
I'll get the strength to leave
But until that day,
I'll be by your side.
Evolution
They are taking me apart piece by piece,
Like water eroding rock.
They live from me but rarely give back,
Like fleas on a dog.
They kill and destroy, savage and maim,
Like the Tyrannosaurs before them .
They have no love for each other,
They hate me.
I try to stop them, wind, fire, earth and rain.
They gorge off me until there is no more,
Like hills worn to their grey bones.
I will die and so will they.
The blood red streaks are twilight fading.
Look at what you have become.
No More
You love me but I hate myself
I went every day to you.
Four years and you still don't know me.
Haven't you been listening to anything word I say?
I approach your door once more,
This is it though,
The last time I`m sure of it
I will be happier on my own.
Please let me be right.
This relationship is beginning to destroy me.
I take the couch you take the chair
And I begin to speak.
For the first time you're hearing me,
And your only reply was
Brian are you sure?
I can lower the rate.
Me
As I sit, I think, I dream, no…. I hope!
Conversation
Want some toast? Then came the kiss. Yea ok.
It's hot in here. I know.
Anybody want a cup of tea? No I'm ok.
Is it done yet? The toast I mean.
No just a little bit longer I think.
What are we doing later?
As long as its with you I don't mind.
Well maybe a quiet night in then?
Sounds good to me. Ok we'll do that.
Toast done yet? Looks a bit burned, you want another piece?
It'll be ok. You sure? Yea.
Crap I'm late. Gotta go.
Then came the kiss goodbye.