Anger (Remove filter)
FORGIVENESS
Forgiveness is my best friend
she gives such relief
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Finding my best friend
can be such a challange
She often hides in the corners of my mind
plays hide and seek with my heart
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It's so hard to let go
and let her do her magic
It's easier to sit in the dark closet
holding onto anger
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Anger is black and painful
it takes from my soul
It lies and ch...
Wednesday 28th December 2016 4:05 am
Who Cares?
(spoken wordy angsty teenagery type poem; a work in progress)
I just need a friend
someone to turn to,
but what's the point in a friend if that friend isn't you?
Yiu see, i've got my demons
but you've got yours too.
You've got problems with the scale and you hair smells stale from all the cigarettes you smoke to curb the cravings
anf your stomach growls, begs, pleads.
But no amount of ...
Friday 16th December 2016 7:53 pm
Dear Donald Trump
I don't often post on this poetry blog but I feel so strongly about this subject, I had to share it.
Dear Donald Trump
Dear Donald Trump, the thought of you as the next Leader
of the Free World makes me want to hurl.
Has America lost her mind
to even consider a racist, sexist buffoon
who hasn’t the sense to spend a sliver of his tax-free billions
on decent hair...
Friday 14th October 2016 11:40 am
I Need to Grieve
Need to grieve,
but this makes
everyone else sad.
But I need
to let it out.
And instead
I get frustrated
and a little mad.
Wednesday 14th September 2016 3:03 am
Riding on red
Baby, oh cry "red red" baby!
Red stare, double dare me, baby.
You look angry maybe,
that frown like a red cloak across your gaze
with your silver tongue
words like shining bullets
cutting me down with your mad arms.
What mad, bad arms you have!
What a mad, bad glare you have!
All the better to come swinging at me
with those meaty limbs like axes.
Oh, please baby I'...
Sunday 12th June 2016 2:17 pm
Tips for my Daughter, How not to get raped, pt1
There is a time to please, to appease, to apologise
For the tease, for existence
To apologise for the breasts, and the audacity
To want ownership, to be landed gentry of the manger
To pray less than politely for a lack of invitation from
The testosterone laden entitlement
When you trust him, the deceit still sits
In that firm space between gender specifications and stereot...
Monday 2nd May 2016 10:40 pm
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