The bravest girl I know

For anonymous

You sat there listening
To a fifteen year old
Tell you tragic news
Of her father in jail


Because she put him there
And her family blamed her
And ostracised her
And her mother had taken to drugs


"She could no longer take it"
His constant raping of her
"She could no longer take it"
And now, she lived alone in hate

Start

A beautiful start

To building a sandcastle

Is a smile on

A little girls face

A Vase : For when they tell you

A vase : For when they tell you


A vase sits on the
     Bench

It has pretty flowers
     Stencilled on it

Lovely   motifs and
     Wonderful look

Slim,     and slender
      It stands there

     And    then
Someone walks pass

And    screams
                     "You're Broken"

And     the
     Next

And the           next

And the vase sits
There
Smiling
Holding water
For it is whole.           

The End of a Smile

"Her home is the well
She is lost in the city
Of rain and water
I have dirt across my face
Staring into the night sky
And she blows
Dandeloin seeds
To the wind
As you smile"

The Girls Monster

A little girl
Walks up
And asks you -- yes you

Pulling on
Your shirt
There is a monster
Back there
She is frightened

She turns to you - yes you
And says
Can you help me

Face the monster
They don't believe me
That it exists
And I need
To see

And you turn - yes you
You turn and say.......

Music

Twenty

It's Two Twenty AM

Sound asleep in

The house -- her house

No one awake

The odd motorbike

On the far off highway

The typing on the computer

As she writes a poem

To all those sleepless nights

And dreary mornings

Where she could not

Endure the day

Two Twenty AM -- is home.

The Dream

She wakes up
And sees the
Dream she just had
Famous people
Helicopters
Space rockets

She continues her
Daily life
Sipping her cup of tea
Sending emails

She remembers
Helicopters and
Circles
Running for the
Road crossing a
Street of Life

She feeds the dogs
Enjoys the sunshine
Reads a paper or two

Life chasing after her
Queen of the world
Streets lined with
People, waving
Bridges of flight
Richard Branson Even!

She makes dinner
Of steak and potatoes
Has a drink of coffee
Settles down for the
Night

Remembering
Her life as a dream

Lost Aces

 

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Hands

 

Thanks to Bringmethesilence for this art

Incident

Eating his sandwich
In the squadroom
Afterwards
Must have been
Been beef or ham
McDonalds
It must have been

Worthwhile

The little girl
Cried at the window
Springs wide
Being fearful
Every night
Of her Father
Attacking her
Whenever the opportunity
Came about
Crying because
There was
Nothing she
Could do

Scream

When I see

An orange

I wish I

could paint

Rainbows

But all I can

Do is this.

I wish when I 

Talked

All you could

Do is listen

And be marvelled

By the rainbow

Draft Two

When I see
A grape
In the salad
I wish it were wine
But all I can do
Is eat

I wish you
Could see the dinner
Bypass the grape
And marvel
At the banquet


 

Deck of Hearts

MMp-stock [link] and [link]

CelticStrm-stock [link]

Luciaraio [link]

Setsuna222 [link]

PPBB [link]

Kaitrosebd-Stock [link]

I can't write

Why the heck
Can I not write this
It's so stupid
To not be able
To say anything
To completely keep
Hitting backspace
And to be annoyed
At this
Not being able to write
Or being able to say
Much

Why must I check my work
Re read, re-edit
Go back
Then not flow
Like I used to

Why Why Why

And then you realise...................

She Draws A Smile

She held it up to her Spirit
A tear flows down her cheek
A marker in her hand
Her eyes bright, and clouded

Black ink
Across her face
Her hair pink
All out of place

Her eyebrows furrowed
A lisp of hair
She takes her marker
Draws with care

Her hand slender
Her grasp soft
Now she holds
Destiny in her hand.



Joint poem - Whitedove and Cococ.

Caring

The little girl
Takes a seat
Next to the man
And cries

Here is the balloon
She says
And cries

The man looks at the balloon
It is white, crumpled, lack of string
But what he sees
Is not this

But the smile on
The little girls face

Because he cared.

Monday

In the middle
Of the branches
Deep within the
Tree
A perfect triangle
Is formed
Trust me
It won't fall
As we climb higher
In the tree
Reaching out from
The main trunk
I stretch
To find branches
Slowly
I catch in my hand

I turn to look back
At you
And you disappear

To the sounds
Of an axe falling

Meeting You

She glides through
The party
Smiling with
Her bag
Laughing and travelling
Speaking with ease
She turns around
And you see
Someone who is me

Ace of Dots

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Hearts representing internal love.

Girl on Fire

The Orchard

I wandered through

The attic

Dusting off

The trunk

Of black regret

I gingerly

Unlock it

Inside

I pick it up

My memory

Of what 

Was done

Blowing off the

Cobwebs

I start to cry

Blurry vision

The emotions rising

I open it up

And see it there

Press play

And watch

What was done

Where 

How

The scare

The nightmare

I continue on

My breath getting shallow

The memories 

Of times since then

The absolute horror

Of what happened

Me screaming

"Why would I do that"

Seeing me 

visit again

and again

To that point

Not knowing

Looking there

Screaming again

Shaking my head

How could he do this

Coming home and 

Forgetting the milk

My mind in oblivion

All over

A simple

Orchard

I sit there

And close the lid

To the trunk

As the little girl

I once used to be

Comforts Me 

Saying I love you.

Video

To Make a Dadaist Poem from Yeju Choi on Vimeo.

Cards You Are Dealt

Cards You are Dealt by Whitedove
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As this

I just
Sat there
And stared
At him for
Two weeks
Before I thought



Oh No



What had
Happened in
The space
Of that time
Was as surreal

As this.

Whirlwind

She steps tenderly
Towards the twig
And floats down
The river; holding on

The current moves in
A whirlwind
She screams; circular
"Help"

No one comes
She panics
Cries
And with abandon

Throws herself
Towards the water
Hoping
Praying

And just as
She realises what
Has happened
She calls out


And you just say - Stand up

Playing with Love

 

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Without nightmares