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Sunday, August 26, 2012
Willow Tree
There beside the Willow Tree
Where I am sitting with you beside me
I have an umbrella, you sit there straight
Legs out stretched, met by fate
And there it took my breath away
I still feel its heat, still feel it's sway
My mind awash, forgetting it so
That image there that no one knows
And still you sit, not understanding why
It makes me shake; yet to cry
I wish to tell you, but it will make it true
To just whisper the words, there to you
So at the moment I will remain so
Quietly drifting to and fro
In this willow tree, safe and strong
Knowing this is where I belong.
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Thursday, August 23, 2012
It's All Roses
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Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Just for a Moment
The sea salt raises on the beach
In bubbles
A surprise on the horizon
To the castaway, who surviving
On nothing, sees
An image of the boat
Signalling like crazy
As the boat comes to shore
Their footsteps linger in the
Soft wet sand
We are here to help you
And as you reach out
After years of pain
As a castaway
You realise
That your hand goes through
The mirage
And crying you weep
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
He did not make it
A slight rain
Came over the bus stop
As the little boy
With the balloon
Stands with you
He feels disjointed
You speak to him
Knowing his pain
The bus stop is clear
The road busy
And you stand for
Just a moment
Telling him
About your days
And you turn away
Realising the bus
Has arrived
And you talk
Slowly into your iphone
Not realising
The boy did not get on
And all you hear from
The distance
Is, "I'm sorry"
And the balloon flying upwards
This poem is dedicated to a 19 year old survivor, whom chose a different path to me in life.
May he rest in peace.
Dany 1993 to August 2012
Came over the bus stop
As the little boy
With the balloon
Stands with you
He feels disjointed
You speak to him
Knowing his pain
The bus stop is clear
The road busy
And you stand for
Just a moment
Telling him
About your days
And you turn away
Realising the bus
Has arrived
And you talk
Slowly into your iphone
Not realising
The boy did not get on
And all you hear from
The distance
Is, "I'm sorry"
And the balloon flying upwards
This poem is dedicated to a 19 year old survivor, whom chose a different path to me in life.
May he rest in peace.
Dany 1993 to August 2012
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Happy Birthday to Whitedovesnest.com
Happy Birthday to Whitedovesnest.com.
We put up this website 7 years ago this month. The response to this website was beyond my expectations. I have received many many contributions, emails, thoughts, best wishes and more importantly, this site, that you have visited today, has helped me personally in ways I could never imagine possible when created 7 years ago.
I wish to thank all of those who have been brave enough to submit articles, poetry, art work, Youtubes, songs, resources and writings. I also wish to thank those who have taken the time and courage to contribute their personal abuse and rape stories amongst my own.
May you find some peace and inspiration in these writings here.
Happy Birthday Whitedovesnest!!!!
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Thursday, August 16, 2012
The Note
It caught your eye
That little girl
Holding the note
That felt so unreal
It came across you
As you wandered past
Scurrying quickly
Way too fast
She stands in purple
Her hair tied in bows
A tear there welling
While no one knows
And she just sits there
Listening to what you say
Remembering back
Remembering yesterday
She could say something
Risk it all
Prepare herself for the
Sudden fall
Toss all those images
From her soul beware
And just trust
That others will care
But as you lean closer
To what she says
What has been giving her
Sleepless days
What horror she holds
She cannot say
The images live within her
Night and day
She sits there
Scribbles something down
Her tears there welling
Her forehead in a frown
And there she holds it
She makes it mine
She holds up a note
Simply reading "I'm fine"
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Thursday, August 09, 2012
You're Beautiful
That smile
That makes your eyes light up
How you skip down the road
Doing twirlies in the night
Simple pleasures
Dancing to songs
And screaming out loud
With a laugh that makes
People turn their heads
Blowing petals to the wind
Clapping out loud
Screaming at the top of your lungs
Looking in the mirror
Yet again
Pretending you're a princess
Wondering at fireworks
Dancing in the street
Playing skipping ropes
Bouncing with your legs
In anticipation of this day
I'm so lucky
You're beautiful.
Poem to the song What makes You Beautiful by One Direction.
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Sunday, August 05, 2012
Saturday, August 04, 2012
Venom
She sits there
Surrounded by her spiders
Her adoring spiders
Lovely, she works amongst them
In the zoo
Petting them, being with them
Understanding them
Her thin rimmed glasses
Hiding her smiling eyes
As she sits there
And feeds her next spider
Flies, slowly one by one
With tweezers
She lovingly milks their venom
Slowly day by day
So that others will
Get the livesaving drops
And as she reaches down
She feels her leg
It is now plastic
Where they had to
Cut it off
To save her life
Because her pet spider
Nearly killed her
And she looks at you
With lovely caring eyes
Saying
Now I surround myself with spiders
So you don't have to endure
Surrounded by her spiders
Her adoring spiders
Lovely, she works amongst them
In the zoo
Petting them, being with them
Understanding them
Her thin rimmed glasses
Hiding her smiling eyes
As she sits there
And feeds her next spider
Flies, slowly one by one
With tweezers
She lovingly milks their venom
Slowly day by day
So that others will
Get the livesaving drops
And as she reaches down
She feels her leg
It is now plastic
Where they had to
Cut it off
To save her life
Because her pet spider
Nearly killed her
And she looks at you
With lovely caring eyes
Saying
Now I surround myself with spiders
So you don't have to endure
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