scarlet moonshine
burning down,
lighting up my soul.
golden shadow
glowing bright,
filling up my soul.
sparkling stardust
twinkling down,
shining up my soul.
velvet nightsky
soft yet bright,
tucking in my soul.
I'm living a life;
So cold,
So alone.
Pity is my love,
A void for my home.
I'm living a lie,
In fear,
And in pain.
Friends non-existant,
Family all gone.
You call this a life?
Who am I?
To you, I say...
Am I your night?
Am I your day?
Am I the one,
Against whom all others,
Are judged?
Who am I?
To you, I say...
Am I your please?
Am I your thanks?
Am I the one,
Who always hears and
Stops your fears?
Who am I?
To you, I say...
Am I your love?
Am I your 'one'.
The silver dancing moonlight,
Lighting upon your face,
Reminds me why,
On Heaven and Earth,
There is no better place.
There is no sky as wonderful,
Nor any sun as bright,
There is no heart so vulnerable.
No less a diamond of
Stars in the night.
No-one else is you...
Lying deep inside of me,
Is my baby son.
He's curled up in my belly,
Having lots of fun!
Joshie likes to wriggle,
Kick and squirm,
All snug; safe inside of me,
Where it's nice and warm.
My little boy,
Just loves to swim,
Then take a little nap,
Within.
One day soon,
It won't seem long,
My tiny boy,
Will come along.
He'll bid hello,
To the big, wide world,
'Til then, he thinks,
'Mums the word!'
YOU LOOK FINE...
YOU CAN'T BE DISABLED!?
IT'S ALL A STATE OF BLOODY MIND!
You don't feel it's boney grip,
You can't see it!?
This sodding, awful, state of mind!
DEPRESSION THIS...
DISORDER? THAT?
I'M SICK OF ALL YOUR WHINGING KIND!
It controls you...
It contorts you!
It's pure evil; rotting my mind!
YOU JUST CAN'T BE BOTHERED...
YOU ONLY SCROUNGE!
YOUR 'PAID-FOR' POCKETS? BENIFIT LINED!
I wish I could work...
I want to earn my crust!
My heavy heart feels so lead- lined!
I AM DISABLED!
I'M NOT LAZY!
YOU THE ONE, WHO IS STUPID AND UNKIND!
Let the dawn come singing in.
Let it free your soul.
Let the sun help life begin,
And drown the spirits, old.
Let the light destroy the fog.
Let it free your soul.
Let it heal the howling dog,
And drown the spirits, old.
Let the day bring peace and joy.
Let it free your soul.
Let your heart be free from ploy,
And drown the spirits, old.
BUBBLES POP AND FLOP AND FOAM...
-SUDDENLY; THERE GOES THE PHONE.
CALLING FOR YOUR ANSWER HERE,
FILLING YOU WITH VIOLENT FEAR!
MEMORIES THEY RISE AND HISS,
AND HIT YOU WITH A GENTLE KISS.
DO YOU HEAR FOOTFALLS DRAWING NEAR?
YOU GIVE WAY TO EVIL FEAR.
SLAM THE WINDOWS,
SHUT THE DOORS,
PULL THE CURTAINS;
IT'S HOME NO MORE.
NOW A FORTRESS,
NOW A JAIL,
NOW A CELL-BLOCK,
TO MAKE YOU PALE.
IMAGINED SHOUTS, AND SCREAMS, AND YELLS;
ESCAPING FROM REMEMBERED HELLS.
WAIT 'TIL DANGERS FAR FROM HERE,
UNTIL YOU'RE SAFE, FROM HIDDEN FEAR.
At the bus-stop,
Seatlike a rolling pin,
Kneading my buttocks.
At the bus-stop,
Rain slaps my face,
In spite of the 'shelter'.
At the bus-stop,
The back 'wall' is glass,
Where nobody looks.
At the bus-stop,
The wind tugs at my hair,
Huddling behind the wind-break.
At the bus-stop,
Cold and tired,
I wait until the bus comes.
She's nothing special...
But
She smiles,
Her cheekbones like battleships.
She's nothing special...
But
She listens
Her unspoken words a wall.
She's nothing special...
But
She cares,
Her affection as a shield.
She's nothing special...
But
She Smiles!
BI-POLAR
LIKE
A HEARTBEAT.
FIRST I'M UP-
HIGH ON THE
CREST
OF A WAVE,
DANCING HIGH ABOVE
THE SEABED.
THEN CRASH! SPIRALLING.
I'M DOWN, AND DOWN, AND DOWN.
SMASHING THROUGH THE SAND AND STONE.
DIGGING INTO THE CRUST TO THE TECTONIC PLATES.
RUMBLING DEEP INSIDE THE EARTH.
PRESSURE FROM ONE SIDE, THEN THE NEXT.
'TIL SUDDENLY,
I PIRROUETTE,
I'M
SOARING
HIGH
INTO
THE
SKY
LOOKING
SADLY ONTO
THE EARTH
ON WHICH
I'LL NEVER STAND.
The walls inside my head
are moving.
The mirror shows a
Stranger's face.
The voice that yells inside
Is losing.
My thoughts are floating out
To space.
I feel I'm standing still
Yet moving.
I'm acting good yet
Losing face.
My sense warn me that
I'm losing.
My mind becomes a
Vacant space.
Childhood isn't all glitter and glue,
Kids go through some hard times too.
Their problems may seem small to you,
But the problems of others often do.
The taunts, the chants, and the class fool,
The geek, the freak, and the kid who's cool.
The endless summers, the weeks in school;
A child has these to use as tools.
A child must learn how they must grow,
What to forget, and what to show,
To discover what all adults know,
How to deal with all life's blows,
And to wonder where childhood goes.
Love requited,
Love unreturned.
Lovers un-united,
Lovers spurned.
Love turned to murder,
Love rotting in jail.
Lovers burn in fervour,
Lovers who have failed.
My mother read this site,
And saw no poem for her,
*
That sparked a fight,
Her claiming it 'unfair.'
*
So now here is this poem,
For my mother,
*
She disliked my poems before,
Until seen by others!
*
It's too gloomy,
She did sigh...
*
I want it funny,
And nobody to die...
*
Now this is different,
Than I usually write,
*
This ode to my mother,
Must stay bright!
*
So here you go mother,
Here is your poem,
*
I hope it's enough,
To stop all your moans!