The shadow of a beautiful form
After years of weird
The welcome norm
Inexplicably unique
As normal can be
Few people get it
Not you, and not me
Relaxed and routine
And a feeling of free
But when is right
Ever meant to be?

A peaceful harmony filled their steps
Glowing within
Together they spin
Around and around
Like flowers in the wind

I want someone to slap me
And chop off my head
I hope it's painful
And that it will continue to be painful for the few minutes before I am dead

You are the one,
Who understands me,
Who helped me through the hardest times,
When my own family wasn't there,
You are the one,
Who gave me a home,
When my own,
Didn't fit that label,
You are the one,
Who showed me what love is,
Who took time to heal my cuts,
Even when I kept cutting,
Who helped me with my anger,
Til i had none left,
You are that one,
And i owe you my life.

Interfered with my grandchildren's
upbringing
I brought up my children,
As I deemed fit,
Theirs I leave to my children,
But yes I advise whenever necessary,
Children are sharp witted,
When they want something they are not allowed,
They come to you,
Did your mum the Home Minister give you permission  to be safe.
11/6/2025

Some things are better off dead
Buried in the ground
The memories stuck in my head
Spiraling around and around

My soul sits in its tomb
My hopes are the coffin it lies in
My inner child is the surrounding gloom
My dreams are the flowers lying on the stone

My trauma make up the walls that surround
My pain is the drawings underground
My soul was buried with the shackles that bind me
I had to bury it all so it would let me breathe

You have to stop looking behind to look ahead
That’s why some things are better off dead

merrily through this world we go
purging in every toilet bowl