Poetry Blogs (growing)
Been living with trouble in mind
trouble of mind, troubling life
with trouble pulled inside
Spent a decade in the shade
spent a decade dealing in shame
a decade; feeling a certain kind of hate
Crawled out into the light
staggered through that blinding light
still I busied myself
with needless slivers of selfish night
Do you want to start again
do you want to make that change
Monday 9th September 2019 9:36 am
You should plan to keep going
whatever you meet .. whatever you face
The only thing to be growing
Never to fallback in the race
Be aware to wear patience hat
Remove the hat of desperation
Keep energy for acts no chat
No goals achieved in quotation
Always to ask what you need
To get ready helping people
Same as you eat you must feed
To win the race you shoul...
Tuesday 26th February 2019 6:43 pm
I am fifteen years old and I think I own the world.
I have a boyfriend and he loves me.
He yells at me but that is okay, he loves me.
He shoves me but that is okay, he loves me.
He slapps me but that is okay, he loves me.
He holds me down as I yell and scream because it hurts but that is okay, he loves me.
I am sixteen years old and I escaped my first abusive relationship....
Monday 24th July 2017 10:43 am
The Last Laugh
You got caught out once,
sitting on the top deck of the bus
and gripping the metal bar
that ran across the top
of the seat in front.
He was bragging to his mates
and, although you couldn’t see his face,
you could see the dirty straw hair
and the muck ingrained in his neck
and you imagined him winking.
He turned round slowly,
Monday 8th May 2017 6:45 pm
You look at me and forget
I was strong before I was pretty
You disregard my mind in hopes that my heart is a path leading you to my body and briefly
I regret to have met you, you see my eyes before you hear my voice
For you have already forgotten the first rule; I am strong
So when I love, I love strongly
And when I hurt, I hurt badly
But when I scream, ...
Tuesday 18th April 2017 9:32 am
A winter bite that
mocks the spring, pincers its cocoon.
A life supported?
Cease one's internal decay,
Even ice melts. Love's fluidity.
Thursday 11th April 2013 6:14 pm
The Heavy Hands of Time
The clock rarely has hands
For the middle age
It has hands
That starts to spin
And for the old
Time weighs heavy
Like all Burdon
Most of your time
Has now gone
Watching the youth
That your clock
Had no hands
To spin so fast
Wednesday 29th June 2011 4:54 pm