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Among a world of people, not all is what it seems For there is one lone figure, who does what it please There is no name and there is no body It’s a thought in the head that seems kind of foggy It is dark, it is sad and sometimes makes you a little mad…
Read MoreBusted knuckles Mouth so grim Frightened eyes And rage within Scars on his face And in his heart A darkness within That grew from the start The feelings of shame The feelings of pain Swirl round his guts And round his brain Like a runaway train In the dark of night That haunt his dreams…
Read MoreThis has never been easy for me, Waiting for a sense of security. Stability. Because the anxiety, which resides within me, Constantly bubbles until it explodes out of the pot, Leaving my brain scalded by the intense and unpredictable heat. So that’s why I cling to you, the soothing, icy water, As you extinguish the…
Read MoreWind curls tightly around my throat when rain begins to fall. That’s when a puppy emerges from behind the crumbling wall. His stick-like legs tremble and his liquorice-coloured fur, so thin. The weather worsens and I’m left with moral obligation to care for him. At first, I’m just a little tired looking after this…
Read MoreHope is a teacup I hold between my palms 1000 shards Of precious porcelain That I am slowly gluing Piece by piece Back together
Read MoreIt began with superficial words, quiet intentions, and a heart lost in the defiant dance with loneliness. It began slowly and casually, never alluding to the hell it later dared to raise upon us. It began with a blistering summer spent indoors, the warm battery of the laptop burning into my skin. It began with…
Read MoreMy recollection of past traumatic events has scalloped edges no clear lines each scalloped pouch of memory nuanced in time a harbinger of doom as dark things approach me clarity and peace entangled in my inner mind shackled by mental debris I’m determined to break free let the beating drums of peril and gloom be…
Read MoreI will tell people rhymes that are written about rhyming itself Followed by others for having good mental health I realise I have a wonderful personality And that rhyming is my own speciality As long as there is good conversation Rhymes can be done in moderation I believe it is a miracle With rhyming,…
Read MoreI come down in blue droplets of rain streaks of felted cloud grey skies turn black sink into green. I come down in blue festival face paint river red gum grins gloved fingers reach towards nightfall. I come down in blue eyes of laughter stage a banquet of sunshine to light up your…
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