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 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
They Know You Know
They know, yes, they do, they know just how to get to you. They know how far you will go and that you won’t say no. They know, you won’t tell, they know you won’t make their life hell. They know how to hurt and to cut and they know you are in a rut. … Continue reading They Know You Know
Mac 10
Spray and pray the gangster way, the little boys play, making their way owning the day. Settling arguments, making them pay, violence and revenge, Mac 10 takes the day. Deadly spray, hope and pray, life ebbs away. Black clad, bandana, bad cussing and fussing street talk, killing on the sidewalk, Mac 10 trying to make … Continue reading Mac 10
Pillow
Scarlet lipstick and black liner leave their stain on the pillow of pain, that has seen the world through the eyes of its owner, the damp stained case trimmed with lace, soft comfort for salty teared face, pushed deep in, to muffle the cries, hugged tight in arms of trembling night. Holding the pillow to … Continue reading Pillow
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