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Invisible

Hiding In the darkness
away from the lights
as if I don't exist
invisible

Scavenging for food
begging for money
freezing cold
down in a dark ally
rotting away

Addicted to drugs
cant get off them
maybe they're my saviour
just one more hit.

Why are they here

All day walking past them
they are all over the streets
all they want is money for drugs
I have a job so they can
have one to it wasn't
hard to get one so it
should not  be hard for them
I never really liked them
they stink they make a mess
and some even smoke drugs
in public.

Just Want A Chat

Felling sorry for them
every day walking past them
knowing if I gave them money
they will just spend it on drugs
at least they're honest
unlike the rest of society
half of them are proud
that they don't have homes
not concerned about what they have some would just prefer
a good chat over $5.

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THINKING
Do you rule your world or does it rule you
can you see the light as it shines through
do you live in the future or do you live in the past
maybe you live in the moment and making it last
does your mind wonder into the dark
or searched within yourself and found your mark
do  you walk around in search of savior
or do you enjoy and all its favours
ask yourself these questions and give it time to think
cause you might just find your missing link

HOMELESS PRICKS
They hide in the shadows
until centerlink pays
telling everyone they're not ok
scabbing everything they can get
instead of getting off their ass
and trying to help themselves
to get a job or to get a home
or even just to get a life
but i guess they'd rather be payed from randoms on the street

OLD STORIES
Down the streets are the city lights
that shines so bright in the winter nights
where the broken souls of long ago
play on the minds of the ones below
where their bodies lay in the snow
where old stories are being told
on the corner of the streets of ancient times
where loneliness played on their minds

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Its not that hard
We try and stay away,
all they want is money.
Homeless make the
streets look disgraceful.
They'll eat off the ground,
They'll leave rubbish everywhere,
Everyone is afraid they
will steal your possessions,
No-one should ever let it
get that awful.

They dont understand
Its cold, no help
I have no money
no doctors, diseases
Im scared for my life
Im scared of alcohol,
because of family abuse
the reason that im homeless
but drugs they make me happy
they make me forget.
Everyonewalks by and laugh,
they think my life is a joke,
all because im not like them.
They have no idea how i feel,
Im all alone with no-one
to love me.
I feel abondoned, Im hungry,
cold and sick
But I have no regret leaving
that abusive home.

Homeless Help
Homeless they try.
Everyone gives them
the blind eye.
They are struggling.
The feel rejected.
They are messy and dirty
Everyone trys to stay away
aviod giving them help.
they just don't have as much as everyone else.
But they do have to fight for the
everyday needs.

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Ghosts of the past.

I turn the key,
and open the door,
to the memories,
encased,
by years of dust,
within these walls.

Tears,
burn my eyes,
when I see her.
"Daddy", she cries,
in joy,
as she runs to me,
to embrace me,
to cuddle me.

My wife appears,
from around the kitchen,
"Hi Hunni", she says,
"I made dinner".

Except,
she hasn't made me dinner,
not for 21 years,
not since the accident,
not since she died.

I can't hold it back anymore,
I cry,
and cry,
until there isn't a single tear left.

Then I think,
about Grace,
my daughter,
and my mind flashes back,
to that day.

My wife had screamed.
It was loud.
It was scary.
I had raced outside,
to find Grace,
saturated in water,
on the edge of the pool,
with Martha by her side

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Sorry
My heart breaks
everytime i walk past
these poor, innocent
humans
i buy them a
sandwhich.
possible there biggest
meal of the month
i sit with them
and talk about how there
life fell apart,
and watch the tears
stream down there dirty
face
and i feel
sorry

Addicted
My body smells
and always hurts.
i am alone
and scared
of the dangers
that lay in the dark
and the cold
and im addicted to herion
it makes me
forget
forget about the
judgements
and the looks
from the public
who stare
and talk
and laugh
and im over being
homeless.

Alone
I rot away
oon the street
smelling.
i beg all day
and want people to give
everything.

Nothing but my
drugs and alchohole
obsession
i lay on the ground
when its raing and cold
shivering.

No family to be loved by
and im sick of being
alone
My mind is so dark
not only at night,
because of my
depression.

I'd sell my heart
(or what i have left)
to not be
homeless.

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It's On Them
they want our help
they expect it all
they do nothing for themselves
they stain our streets
they knick our food
thy take our space
they beg and beg
they make us scared
they polute this world
they want our sorrow
they want our money
they expect a change
but the thing is
its not our problem

My Life
Depressed
furious
alone
homeless
nothing to eat
nothing to drink
I can't even get
centrelink
the box is soggy
I have no blanket
I use the bin as a banquet
cold
hungry
sore
homeless

Nothing
no food
no house
feeling as small
as a mouse
no where to sleep
nothing to eat
going out to find
shoes for my feet
no love from mum
no love rom dad
everything is shit
I am so sad
drugs
addicted
abuse
conflicted