Bullying (Remove filter)
As we look at our society,
We'll see one that creates most anxiety.
It's one that we should all despise.
It is one which no-one should disguise.
It is a bully - as they bring distress,
Turning good people's minds into a mess.
To destroy confidence is their aim.
Then after that they'll just do the same.
For victims they will always seek,
Searching for those who seem weak.
But for what...
Sunday 30th April 2023 12:47 pm
Accessorised well in cool black
Clothes as two roving assassins would
But they weren't assassins
They were just young, creative, self-expressive
Goths in love, bonded souls
With a beautiful future ahead of them
They both enjoyed the quietude before midnight
In a walk through Stubbylee Park--
Monday 24th May 2021 4:32 pm
I will be embarking now on a sequence of poems, in chronological and thematic order, that will stretch back right towards some of my earliest poetry. The collective theme is 'Love's Tempest', within which there will be various sub-themes. We start with the sub-theme 'Beginnings'.
Although this particular poem was probably written when I was 19 or 20 years old, it talks about earlier chidhood. I...
Thursday 25th March 2021 1:38 pm
She comes into the house unannounced
doesn’t bother a quip when asked to speak
slams the door shut
and takes to her room to retreat
Behind the locked door, music blares
her demeanor tells everyone she doesn’t care
her closeted persona is darkness deeper
than her black eyeliner coupled with black hair
She’s never known love
never been the center of affection...
Saturday 13th June 2020 1:04 pm
She is dead already,
those eyes have murdered her.
They shut her inside jars,
scream their pain, projection.
She needs not to sting humans
but she is overwhelmed.
Searching for open windows,
A chance to kill herself.
Saturday 18th May 2019 2:55 pm
His words twist into my heart, in bold letters they tear me apart, leaving my eyes bright and green, I can't hold back the tears, I'm not trying to fight, expressing my feelings is damaging, he takes it wrong and here comes the sting, I guess love isn't meant for me, no matter how sweet I can be.
Sunday 31st December 2017 11:30 am
That's what my parents always called me with a smirk
But I wasn't
I was just different
The highlight of my week wasn't watching Knight Rider like the other boys
It was Wonder Woman
Imagining myself wearing her gold tiara and bracelets
Her lasso of truth
Spinning round and saving the world
Then going back to being normal Diana Prince
My older brother bought me Action Man
Thursday 30th November 2017 3:54 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 were wrong to underestimate me.
You were wrong to not have any faith in myself and my success.
You were wrong to say the things you've said.
You were wrong to bring me down.
Although, while you were wrong
for everything you've did.
I cannot fully blame you
for my sadness you've caused.
For, I was also in the wrong.
I was wrong to believe
every word that you spoke.
I was wrong to...
Friday 24th October 2014 10:35 pm
Although I scream I am here! the words just won’t fall
I fade into the darkness, like the shadows on the wall. When the night comes calling, then you might see me,
Just a mere reflection of the man I used to be
My life is now over, the end is yet to come,
I am the man in the sha...
Saturday 23rd August 2014 9:32 pm
Five years and nine months
Can you tell what it is yet?
It's not long enough
So whilst on 'A' Wing
Bend down to pick up your soap
Whilst in the shower
No 'Two Little Boys'
Just 'Jake the Peg's middle leg
Try your Kangaroo court sport
It's coming to you
Then why no remorse?
Banged up at portrait's pleasure
Tuesday 8th July 2014 6:21 pm
in letters three feet high
across the bridge
“KELLY MATTHEWS IS A WHORE”
the paint was dry
her sharp reply
in a deeper crimson shade
as double edged
as Kelly’s blade
exposed the lie
that gave offence
- and their careless
use of tense.
Monday 9th February 2009 11:08 pm