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Silence Screamz Sep 2014
Satirical sadness
said the face of the clown,
Under the big top
tears upside down

Twenty five years
of life on the road,
No smiles, no more
has taken its toll

The laughter is gone
and so its said
The show is but over,
So put it to rest

Sitting alone,
in front of the glass,
his reflection is broken
dropping down fast

Make-up streams down
his circus drawn face,
Sitting with no one
in his own solemn place

Dropping his pills,
with a liter of gin
fading so fast
and losing his grin

The big top has fallen,
the circus left town
Nobody cares
the sad clown is down.
I'm not the prettiest girl
I don't wear the best clothes
I don't havr perfect teeth
Or perfect vision
I don't have a big ****
Or the perfect waist for you to hold
Or the perfect lips for you to kiss
But I do have a heart to love
Silence Screamz Sep 2014
May every writer's muse melt into the very fabric of the pulp that lay before him, so that his dreams and thoughts be forever inlaid into the minds of those who cast their eyes upon them. May his works be set in solid and never turn yellow.
For everyone that has ever put a pen to a paper. Thank You.
  Sep 2014 Silence Screamz
bones
Lately I've been sinking
in verse
and I've been thinking
if your words
run as deeply profound
as I fear
then I'm sorry
I am
drowned.
Some poems
I find very hard
to understand
:o[
  Sep 2014 Silence Screamz
Haydn Swan
Walking through autumns tears,
stooping to pick up leaves,
throwing them up in the air,
watching them fall through glinting sunlight,
holding hands, allowing our eyes to meet,
love dwelling within our souls,
no shame felt here,
this our everlasting afternoon,
but then the sky greys over,
everything turns cold,
you were never really there,
gone in a heartbeat.

© H V Swan
Silence Screamz Sep 2014
I remember the first day,  I walked into class,
At seven years old saying "This will be a blast!"

The classroom was full, the bell did ring
Lessons being taught, so it begins

Recess starts, the teams are split
Standing alone, the last one picked

Slowly it starts, as laughter and fun
but deep inside, I am seeing no sun

The nicknames had started, not laughing inside
but what did I do, starting to cry

Never belonging or being accepted
being myself, I felt dissected

From 2nd to 3rd and up into 8th grade
the bullies got worse, fearing into fade

Freshman to Senior, I thought I was stronger
Hitting my point, it started to boil over

It was one little word that threw me over the edge
Couldn't take it no more, all that was said

I stood up to the bully, on that great day,
all was released, feeling no shame

But it doesn't stop there, the torment goes on
At night, I dont sleep, I just sing a song

That song never ends, forever on that round
it never skips a beat, listen to the sound

Decades goes on, never forgetting the names
What has happened to me? Am I going insane?

These are the first names that tortured my young soul
Always in my mind, but never letting go

So Danny, Robert, Terry and Andy
You are not very special or very well dandy!

Oh Michael and Chuck and Bill, I remember
stand up to call, hell is your number

Chris, Steven, and even Brad
Life's but a mystery,  so why are you so sad

I tried to forgive you deep in my heart
Why did you bully me? TEARING MY WORLD APART!!
This one is dedicated to every victim of bullying around the world. Its not right. Together we are strong. Please share as much as possible as my gift to those without a voice!
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