He told me to leave it
And I took it out on him
"What nonsense was this"
I thought quietly
I told others
"That guy told me to leave it"
And it did not make sense
So I left
And then understood
Why
And now I thank him
For telling me to leave
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Showing posts with label loss. Show all posts
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Sunday, January 27, 2013
Saturday, December 01, 2012
Never a Smile
There in the distance
I see a tree
Here close up you
Remember the swing
I cry for I will never have
A father to be there
To see the delight
In my smile.
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Saturday, November 24, 2012
Saturday, October 27, 2012
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"
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"
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Would I lose this poem?
The light is bright above me
And the mirror cast in black
Unsure of where I am
Unsure of what I lack
I have been transported
Back to that day of change
The instant before my life
Became so rearranged
And if I just change this scene
Just this moment before
All my what if's are gone
Never to be known any more
Would I walk through that door
And sit down as I eat
Would I continue along
This sure and steady beat
Or would I let it take me
And wake up those again
Would I dismiss the people
That I made here now as friends?
Would I forsake this poem
For that was learnt to
Would I forget how to cope
And learn to say no to you?
For this is what I have learnt
From walking through that door
In overcoming that nightmare
That will live for me anymore
And the mirror cast in black
Unsure of where I am
Unsure of what I lack
I have been transported
Back to that day of change
The instant before my life
Became so rearranged
And if I just change this scene
Just this moment before
All my what if's are gone
Never to be known any more
Would I walk through that door
And sit down as I eat
Would I continue along
This sure and steady beat
Or would I let it take me
And wake up those again
Would I dismiss the people
That I made here now as friends?
Would I forsake this poem
For that was learnt to
Would I forget how to cope
And learn to say no to you?
For this is what I have learnt
From walking through that door
In overcoming that nightmare
That will live for me anymore
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Monday, September 10, 2012
Quiet of the Room
From the quiet of the room
She writes
A little girl in pigtales
With all her might
She is scribbling in her diary
All her dreams
She is missing out all her screams
She is protecting those with
No words
And hiding under the covers
Quite disturbed
And quietly with her pen
She writes
Its all there, as she fights
Some extra horror that she
Knows
Her tears have come to blows
She has written for hours
And no one knows
Just horror stories
That no one sees
Her tear drops as you please
But when she goes to
Hand it on
All she says is
Who cares anyway
No one will respond
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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Saturday, July 28, 2012
Move on to
Theres a slight sound playing
That is right we were
And I was happy
Elated, full on with
Something
Like a build up
To something else
But then
I realised
That really
There was no one
In this world
That could help
Except me
There were comments
Many
When I started thinking
About it
Then I realised
How important I was
A tingle
Just how important
And it was
So simple in
The end
When before
I did not have this
So I had to let you go
So I could go forward
Into what I was thinking about
And that makes me
Cry.
Because what I had to move onto
Was me.
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Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Concrete
Blue clouds
Writing in the sky
A small room
You walk in
Happy
The door is closed
You really don’t know what
Is really the fuss
You see his face
Its bad news
He asks you to sit
Your mind screams
He has something in his hands
This can’t be good
What you have gone through
Is telling you how bad it is
And you cry
You get up
And run
And run
And run
How can your own
Body betray you
Why does it have to happen
To me
And I collapse to the
Concrete
And Cry
Knowing
There is no escape
No escape
Just no escape
And you pick yourself
Up and continue
With the screaming in your head
The constant screaming
It becomes silence it is so loud
You pause
You cry more
You pause
And the screaming comes back
They give you a million things
To do
But the screaming is there….
For
You know
There is no cure
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Saturday, March 10, 2012
Most beautiful heart
Came across this the other day...
Thursday, February 16, 2012
A horse
A horse
Lets find a place
Where the horses do go
To carry their load
Walking to a fro
And here is one
Saying his peace
Wandering what to do
Waiting at least
And he has carried his load
Too much before
His masters all lost
He's paid the in the law
Making plans for the future
When the past was dead
Wanting to move forward
Moving ahead
He has moved onto pastures
Seeing the green
Passing over his losses
He's stopped being so mean
And there in the distance
The horse will play
For its another sun rise
On this summers day.
Lets find a place
Where the horses do go
To carry their load
Walking to a fro
And here is one
Saying his peace
Wandering what to do
Waiting at least
And he has carried his load
Too much before
His masters all lost
He's paid the in the law
Making plans for the future
When the past was dead
Wanting to move forward
Moving ahead
He has moved onto pastures
Seeing the green
Passing over his losses
He's stopped being so mean
And there in the distance
The horse will play
For its another sun rise
On this summers day.
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