Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Let me cry until I die, down in the gutter or flying high, let me cry. Let me be angry and hostile and cold, no matter what you have been told, let me cry. When I cry, please don’t sigh don’t join in, you have no reason to cry. Let … Continue reading Let Me Cry
Would You ?
When you hear that mother cry, would you stop and find out why? Or would you just walk on by? When that man in the doorway is high, would you bother or carry on by? When that man needs food for the day and has nowhere but the street to lay, would you stay and pass the time of day? Would you turn the other way?
Dyslexia 5
Brain unclouds as the mystery peeks out from beyond the dark shrouds, the hidden gem tucked deep inside, a secret hide. The end of a long ride; the turning of the tide. No longer need to hide, life taken in my stride. Embarrassment lifted, pressure shifted, memories sifted, brain explained. Change of behaviour long ingrained, … Continue reading Dyslexia 5
Dyslexia 4
Chains of ink laid onto the page, what they say is hard to gauge. Mixed up brain always the same; mixed capitals and lower case fall to the paper with diminishing grace. Letter after letter word after word the sentences chase. Grammar so grim, hiding within the limes on the page, the result of the … Continue reading Dyslexia 4
Dyslexia 3
My Mind races in overdrive, this is when I come alive, I’m not constrained to a box. My Mind is like a wily old fox. Let my mind run riot amongst your flock smashing through the traditional rock. Blue sky thinking, networking and linking, disorganised thinking, yet business astounds as ideas abound and turn the … Continue reading Dyslexia 3
Dyslexia 2
Red, yellow, pink, purple, green, what colour shall I have my screen? Will my words be clearer to see? Will they stop jumping and dancing for me? Will that ruler, line by line, help to read this page of mine? Will I see large gaps that I swear aren't mine, even though I took my … Continue reading Dyslexia 2
Dyslexia 1
Jumbled words, backwards letters, oblivious to homework setters. Sore hands straining to write, every word becomes a fight. Maximum effort, results so poor, wishing he could run out that door. He Can’t keep up no matter how fast he goes, his speed and effort never shows. Imagination runs riot to get those words in poetry … Continue reading Dyslexia 1
Bubbles
Bubbles floating in the air, young eyes stand and stare. rainbows popping in the air. Smokey bubbles burst with a puff wispy white against the backdrop of night. Bubbles floating at every height, children running jumping with all their might. Little faces full of glee playing with bubbles until its time for tea. Linking bubbles making new … Continue reading Bubbles
Cold as Ice
Cold as ice, no fun no vice. Locked in your mind-set, stiffened, rigid. No give no play not tempted to stray. Comfortable land of certainty, no joy, no glee. Tunnel vision, ahead you see, bypass emotion the attraction of the ocean. No emotion, icy steel, always on an even keel. Wounds fester, never heal, underneath … Continue reading Cold as Ice
Serial Killer
In the shadows of the night, hidden from the moon light by the dark, stands a man cloaked in black. His blade sends a glint of light as the beams from the moon bounce back. This man of darkness is not here to fight. Dark destroyer, killer in the street, not the kind of guy … Continue reading Serial Killer
Rhythm of the Ink 
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