Thousands of glass pieces flew in the air
Loud thuds of furniture hitting the floor
A lady and a man shouting
Sally crouched in a corner, covering her ears

This wasn't how it was supposed to be
Was this her "happy family"?
She always heard about her friends and their perfect families

Sally wanted that
She loved her mummy
And she loved her daddy
But her heart was filled with uncertainty,
Of love in the family

She stared at the daisy
That she and Tom picked earlier that afternoon
In the serene park across the road
She wanted to go back
Back to the happy times
When she could forget her troubles
And live with the lie that she had a happy family

She ran out of the room
Dashing for the front door
The park was her refuge
"Sally!" Mummy called out
"Come back!"
It was too late
She couldn't come back
Not after that brown car rammed into her little body

Our combined heart is a room,
With the door locked,
And no one's knocking.

Our combined heart is a room,
With the blinds closed,
And no light can come in.

We've inspiring words,
Like "dream", "imagine", and "grow",
Written on posters,
Lovely poems and paintings on the wall,
And each other to keep us comfortable,
But we're shut in,
And lonely.

She has a key on a necklace,
She gives it to open her heart,
But I've already forced my way in,
And the necklace is broken, anyhow.

We are a mess of wants, and desires,
And they keep us from you;
And I don't know how to unlock the door,
Or open the blinds,
And I don't know how to live by that poem On the wall.

But, I so desperately want to invite you in.

She asks, "do you think we can get out?"
And I tell her that I hope so.
Because I know that that door unlocks,
and I know those blinds do open,
Because I can see light coming into our darkness,
And I so want to bask in that light again.

scrabble tile - no vowels
exact change only
spider solitaire - tetris
distraction

furtive glances
quiet moments alone
lie to friends
weep with no tears

lonliness
gritted teeth with cavities
must mend myself
procrastinate

cars go fast
constant peripheral hearing
night sweats
vivid imagery, pretty colours, sublimity

consideration, politeness, restraint
roman numerals, 24 hour clock
crumpled notes, lacing on a glass
temporary sensations

four walls, three sides, two's company
shocking weather we are having isn't it?

Stumbling is an expensive word
That describes what I've been doing
Ever since I left you.
Ambling would be an equal synonym,
Meaning wandering aimlessly
The destination having been removed
The goal posts ripped from the ground
And the remaining holes filled with dirt.
My journey lies within the forested overgrowth.
No longer do I climb to craggy peaks
Where the sun breaks out over the horizon
And glows in our eyes.
Where the wind rushes through our hair,
And the blood pumps in our veins.
You have sailed beyond my reach.
You explore new land and conquer her peaks.
Any odd creature encountered in passing
Or flowered vine reaching from the entanglement
Is a welcome distraction from my plodding steps.

had I not but known,
the fate that was to await me
if I stayed here, in this royal bed chamber
then things would go the fate I was handed
but if I left
wondered out and closed the door behind me
then perhaps life would be different. Thus, the King called for I and none else
like he could think about no other except me.
And I obediently embraced my fate
and he took his full of pleasure
until the product of this 'love' grew and came
then he had no interest
and moved onto the next girl like me
and I was disposed of
like I knew I would be.

I am a mild man, you'll agree,
But red my rage is,
When folks who borrow books from me
Turn down their pages.

Or when a chap a book I lend,
And find he's loaned it
Without permission to a friend -
As if he owned it.

But worst of all I hate those crooks
(May hell-fires burn them!)
Who beg the loan of cherished books
And don't return them.

My books are tendrils of myself
No shears can sever . . .
May he who rapes one from its shelf
Be ****** forever.