Your Eyes
Your eyes – They are such a piercing blue; Such an entrancing and simply Stunning hue. Cerulean. A calm, clear sea With depth so deep, A hunger arises within me. A hunger for your attention To grace me with your gaze. Endless searching in these waters For years, months and days. How can I continue? How can I survive? Without this soothing ocean, That does my soul revive. ASBO kiddie
Bad kids graffiti
On walls, Putting stink bombs In the halls; Essence of drugs And Burberry hats, Bottles of alcohol and Sewers with rats. Pulling the fire alarm Just to spoil it. Sticking 10 firecrackers down the toilet. Smoking underage In the back alleyway, Gang and knife attacks In the middle of day. So watch out Yah decent kiddie! You'll get an A.S.B.O - Hard to get rid 'eh! The Future
The Earth has shattered, the angels have gone and for 3 million years the sun hasn't shone. This life is dark and deep in despair; all the cities in ruins, in need of repair. A lump of black soot is the sky - unearthly matter floating in it, high. The temperature has dropped to almost freezing, the plants and trees are gasping and wheezing. The landscape like meat that's been hacked by a butcher - I'm sorry my friend, but this is the future! |
Acceptance
It was her fault. Her fault That it went so wrong. Her fault, and maybe his too. But mostly hers. How could she do it? Choose him over me?! To let me tumble into The vortex of social services Sickens me to the bone. First, there were tears, Then shock. Anger. Grief. How could she? She was a lifeless marionette When the strings were cut. Nothing. Just nothing. No apology; nor a fight. It hurts so much. The pain will probably never my soul For as long as I live. And beyond. But you are here now. You're all here. And That's what matters. It's not the same - it's better. This life, this lament; This lethargic fever of longing Is over. Because you're here. Fairies
Down by the forest;
Lies a glittering lake. As the clock strikes midnight, The fairies begin to awake. They shimmer in the cold And dance in the moonbeams: This is the very sight Of what every girl dreams. The enchanted water Is a bright and brilliant blue Fairies happily rejoice there, Making a spectacular view. Golden sparkles of stardust Fall lightly from the sky Whilst the little creatures Sit in flowers that are high. Soon pixies and elves Emerge from the forest, Smelling sweeter than The average florist. The moonlight twinkles In their eyes As though they have stumbled On a surprise. This beautiful and secretive Silent scene, Is a figment of the imagination: Peaceful…Serene… |
A poem about my father
Malicious – this was the glint in his eyes, Which were set wide in his aged face. Unrelenting was his bitter smirk, Revealing no remorse for his sins. Teeth so yellow and his breath Acidic, the thought of being physically close To him makes me feel nauseous – As though to drink curdling milk. A spewing volcanic eruption was his Violent snorts of disgust and arrogance; Lava-like words sprayed from his Rocky jagged tongue. Father dearest, can’t you see what you have become? A monster and misanthropist, embalmed as one.
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ExtremeIce-cold blood
runs through my veins I see my family’s faces, I see their pains. Like a dog possessive of its bone, I am that of my family so I killed them alone. My eyes are the empty gates of hell, The devil’s green eyes are mines aswell. In the hall my uncle is limply lying there To think of what I have done I cannot bear. His face is bloody and all distorted I really wish this mess was sorted. My little girl wrapped up in her duvet tight She isn’t supposed to look like this tonight. The knife I used to slit her throat It doesn’t make me want to gloat. Her face is covered in blood a vivid red What am I thinking in my head? And my five year old poor little boy, Dead beside his favourite toy. I try to take my own life Using only but that very knife. The razor sharp metal against my skin Made me shiver from within. A bitter lemon is my heart Shooting through me like a dart. I call the police and confess my crime Now preparing to do the time. There is only one person who should have died tonight That is ME and by far am I right! |
Domestic AbuseLittle child crying
In the corner so dark, There’s no need to worry, Mummy will take you to the park. She’ll give you a hug And wipe your eyes dry “He won’t do it again” She tells you this lie. More than often You witness the violence Daddy strikes her hard; What follows is silence. He storms right past you With a cruel glint in his eye. Trembling uncontrollably, You wished he would die. Smiling at you weakly She wipes away the blood, Then collapses on the floor With a hollow thud. Time seems to stop And life seems to end And that’s when you know, You’ve lost your best friend. |
Suicide by MoonlightCobalt walls shrunk the
Already tiny bedroom And the lights were low To invite any gloom. A leather satchel and a purse Lay innocently on the table, Alice sat beside them reciting - to herself - a fable. Slowly her words Trailed off into the night As the pallid moon rose In a luminous beam of light. The anxious girl was As curious as a stray cat So she tiptoed to the window And there she sat. “My, my” she murmured, “Isn’t twilight sublime?” Alice gazed entranced By the night in its prime. Silence had wrapped itself Around the entire street; Making the teenager shiver From her fingers to her feet. BANG! The door almost Swung off its hinge. She jumped with unease and Hid behind her fringe. “Why haven’t you emptied This overflowing bin?” Of course it was her father Making this awful din. Alice automatically froze in Her uncomfortable seat. Her heart thumped frantically Without skipping a beat. “I…uh…I” She attempted to speak But her body refused And her voice grew weak. “You stupid girl!” he roared Like an alpha male lion, “All you do is sit here: Sour-faced or cryin’ !” Into the darkness He vanished once more; Forty minutes later She could hear him snore. Alice grabbed her bag Then slipped on her shoes. She was suddenly hit With emotional blues. She glanced at all Of her belongings, sadly Then fled –undetected – with Her heart aching badly. Making her way down The road in the cold, She laughed hollowly as She had never been this bold. The late December sky Loomed ominously overhead Alice sighed wishing she was tucked up in bed. The girl stopped walking; She had reached her destination. Her friends would be angry That she hadn’t taken her medication. Up the stairs she crept To the crest of the bridge And felt with her foot The edge of the concrete ridge. Well death was inevitable, So why not make it now? She thought to herself As she started to bow. With a powerful leap She flew into the air. Wind licked her face While tangling her hair. Alice's body plunged Awkwardly into the water. She knew deep down she Was nobody’s daughter. Second by second the Bubbles took longer to surface, Until there was only an Eerily inky bliss. Young Alice took her life To spite her dad; Yet it was her friends Who suffered terribly bad. |
IntrospectionI feel the need
To purge my feelings In the form of Word vomit. I feel as if I’m a lost button, Separated from my cosy cardigan Which kept me safe. I feel as lifeless As the grey moon – a solid pasty Face attempting to shine through the darkness. I feel misunderstood. Misinterpreted. Misread. I feel I try to hide The wrath, deep down In the pits of gloom where no soul Can share my despair. I feel that wearing bright colours will Disguise my woe, My woe which is an ebony mascara Trickling down my tearstained cheek. |
Daddy's Dead DaughterThe daunting, lifeless
Blocks of stone Stood perishing in The dark alone. Among the bitter cold, Fierce winter’s night, A man strode past With all his might. His windswept hair Was the colour of soot. He was poor and Only wore one boot. On and on He ambled through, As though he were looking For a clue. He was looking for His daughter’s grave, To hunt for it that late He was so brave. His daughter died Eleven years before Whilst she was swimming On the ocean floor. At last he found Her lonely grave, He closed his eyes And a sigh he gave. Slowly he lowered Himself on the grass And wished he could hug His dead little lass. He drew a great knife Across his throat. With his blood, “See you Soon” he wrote. He reached deep down Into his pocket And pulled out A golden locket. He opened it shaking Growing hotter and hotter. He gazed at the picture Of his beautiful daughter. Lying on the frozen ground, He gave his last breath; Thinking only of His daughter’s death. |
ChristmasShimmering golden tinsel is
Entwined around the tree, And smooth red baubles Hang on the branches freely. Warm Christmas music Tinkles into the room Making the ambience merry; Banishing any gloom. As fresh white snow Glistens outside, Children watch joyfully, Their eyes are wide. Under the tree is Where the magic will start Presents lie everywhere to Capture their heart. A strong scent of cinnamon Is gliding through the air, The children smile happily Unwrapping their presents with care. Yelling delightedly the children Dance with joy, Then in their arms They cradle their favourite new toy. With wine in one hand, Belgium chocolates in the other, A surreptitious smile is Shared between mothers. |