Pickled Jamjars Creative Writing

Poems witten in dedication for a specific cause or organisation.

Tommy's: The Baby Charity

http://www.tommys.org

For Babies lost through stillbirth, misscarriage or premature delivery.

Baby sleeps,

She does not cry.

Angels took her,

Into the sky.

Baby sleeps,

At heaven's gate.

Her parents love her,

Their hearts break.

Baby sleeps,

She does not cry.

"Why was she taken?"

"Why did she die?"

Baby sleeps,

At heaven's gate.

Her parents love her,

Their hearts break.

Baby sleeps,

She does not wake.

Angels took her,

It's too late.

Baby sleeps,

With angels now.

There are no tears here,

No pain, no fear.

Baby sleeps,

She does not wake.

"Why did they take her?"

Their hearts break.

Baby sleeps,

With angels now.

There are no tears here,

No pain, no fear.

Baby sleeps with angels now.

FULL STOP!

HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF

Hickory Dickory Dock

SECRETS TO BE KEPT TO SELF

The mouse ran up the clock

THE BURST OF PAIN

The clock struck one

THE TRILL OF SHAME

The mouse ran down

HISTORY: FULL STOP!

Hickory dickory STOP!

CAN YOU HEAR

THE CLOCK TICK?

Tick tock, tick tock.

CAN YOU SEE

THE HAND STICK?

Tick flick, tick flick.

CAN YOU SMELL

THE SMOKE THICK?

Choke sick, shoke sick.

CAN YOU TASTE

THE FLAMES FLICK?

Hot thick, hot thick.

CAN YOU FEEL

THE FIRE PRICK?

Pain sharp, pain sharp.

CAN YOU STOP

THE BURN NOW?

Pain, Hot, Flick, Flick.

CAN YOU FIND

THE WAY OUT?

Too late, Too late.

THEY SAY TO YOU

HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS,

TRUE; SOME HEARTS ARE MADE OF STONE.

AND IN THOSE HOMES

WHERE ANGER BUCKS AND RULES THE FOLD,

TEARS; ARE MORTH THEIR WEIGHT IN GOLD.

THE PAIN IS SO

OLD THERE, THAT HATRED SEEMS LIKE LOVE,

AND; TEARS NO LONGER FALL LIKE RAIN.

THE EYES OF THIS

HOUSE ARE RED, AND SORE, AND BARREN,

THEY; ARE DRY LIKE THE DESERT.

She plays alone,

In the corner;

The child with

The lonely eyes.

Nobody wants,

To hold her.

No-one wipes the

Tears from her eyes.

She plays alone,

No-one hears her;

The child with

The anguished cries.

Nobody wants

To stop it.

No-one wipes the

Fear from inside.

She plays alone,

With her demons;

The child in

The web of lies.

Nobody wants,

To help her.

No-one wipes the

Evil from her life.

They said that we had forgotten...

They said that nobody cared...

But when you silently cried for help,

WE were the ones who heard.

AS THE LEAVES,

FALL FROM THE TREES;

AND WE NO LONGER,

CAN HEAR BEES,

I THINK OF YOU,

AND SMILE, AND SIGH,

MY LITTLE ANGEL,

STAR IN THE SKY.

I MISS YOU,

THOUGH WE NEVER MET;

I LOVE YOU,

MY TINY HEART'S DEBT.

I WISH I'D SEEN

YOU BY MY SIDE,

IT CAN'T HAPPEN

INSIDE, I CRY.

SILENTLY THE TEARS

THEY DROP.

WAITING FOR THE PAIN

TO STOP.

SILENTLY THE PAIN

IT GNAWS.

TEARING AT MY HEART

WITH CLAWS.

MAKE IT OVER,

MAKE IT STOP,

MAKE IT END NOW,

MAKE IT 'NOT.'

SILENTLY THE HURT

GOES ON.

I WISH THAT THIS SILENCE

WAS GONE.

FULL STOP!

The Samaritans

http://samaritans.org.uk

They listen...

INSIDE MY MIND-

THERE IS A CLIFF;

I'M LEANING FROM

IT'S PRECIPICE.

HOLDING ON...

BY FINGERTIPS.

NOT CARING IF

THIS TIME- I SLIP.

THIS EDGE; I'VE BEEN TO

TIMES BEFORE,

I CANNOT HOLD OUT

FOR MUCH MORE.

I CLING TO HOPE,

THAT I'LL GO FREE.

I CRY FOR HELP?

IGNORED- MY PLEA.

"JUST WAIT A WHILE..."

"WE'LL WAIT AND SEE..."

"THEN WE'LL DECIDE..."

"WHAT HELP SHOULD BE..."

IT NEVERS WORKS!

OVER AND AGAIN!

I'M STILL IN HELL!

I'M STILL IN PAIN!

I GNAW ON PILLS,

AND HOPE TO DIE.

I CUT AND HANG,

UNTIL I CRY;

WITH HOPE

OF A LIFE,

WITHOUT THIS...

I KEEP GOING.

HOPE IS RELIEF,

BUT SO IS DEATH,

AND I HAVE LITTLE HOPE,

THAT'S LEFT.

STILL ON THE EDGE,

JUST HANGING ON...

UNTIL MY HOPE IS

GOING...GONE.

You can't badmouth a badman,

He's already bad.

And you can't take his reputation,

As that's already been had.

You can take away his freedom,

I doubt that he will mind.

But do not take his life-

Or doubtless you will find;

You've become the badman,

And a badman you shall stay,

Until a stupid goodman

Ends your living days.

Don't be stopped by unjust fear.

Release your urge to help another,

Hear the silent volunteer.

Drive a bus, or be creative,

Become a mentor, deal with tears.

Become a savy P.C. whizz,

Be a friend...a volunteer.

I feel that spirit rise within me,

I've lost those awful, unjust fears.

I've got that urge to help, help others,

I've become...a volunteer.

Join V.S.B., we're always here!

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