I was jealous I wouldn’t lie.
You search my eyes I will not pry.
I feel nothing I would do it again.
Just to see her eyes rolled over again.

You caused this so don’t you cry.
Every day you tell lies.
‘How I love you darling.’
But your eyes were all over the place.

Let’s be real, take off shackles.
Isn’t this for the slaves who tried to battle.
You can trust me I hand myself over to you.
Cause if it leaves to me you would lose.

I killed her I will not lie.
I stab to the chest but she didn’t die.
I step it up a notch.
So, I torture her.

The pain was severe, I could see.
As, tears drip down her face.
I smiled, this was what I want,
For her to feel the pain that I endured.

For he has cheat, that’s no excuse.
Maybe it was my anger that cause this news.
I know I have a death sentence but please think like me.
Wouldn’t you be satisfied that she has die.
For I am being honest, ain’t telling no lie.

They make love in our bed.
As if it was normal.
She was my bestfriend.
Our love was not formal.

Sure, I **** her I tell no lie.
Am I proud?
Well…
I couldn’t answer, I only smile.

I will admit I think it was a bad idea.
But, just the thought of her gone
Just boost my ego.
With a stab to the chest she did not die.

Blood was over pouring out her mouth.
She started to cough,
She started to choke.
While he stood in the corner feeling sorry for her.
That just make me wanting for more.
She didn’t die just yet.
She was glaring,
She was bearing.
To show how strong she was.

Sad to say I have the will,
I have power.
He stood and cried.  
While I stood and laugh.

Her feet was a shaking mess.
Why so nervous?
I wondered!
Her eyes dance until they land on his.

I couldn’t help it I have the gun
So, without a second thought
I shot him,
He staggers,
She cried,
I laughed,
He died.

I know, I think she would die first.
But what’s the fun in that.
She watched my man, her man, our man died.
I love the feeling I will tell you no lie.

Do I regret?
No!
But, that’s not the end.
Remember she didn’t die.

The police were at my doorstep,
Interrupting my rendezvous.
Of course, they agreed I wasn’t a fool
Who was gonna kidnapped two cheaters.

I couldn’t help it I have the gun
So, without a second thought
I shot him,
she fell limp,
he staggers,
I laughed,
They died.

That’s the end my dear
I know you weren’t prepared
They died,
I died.

Thoughts racing,
trying to fill another page of this book with my story,
sewing in new sheets of paper to build some space.
Space between me and the page saying
The End.

Turning the pages, looking back at some from many years ago.
I read about a little girl, happily exploring the world.
She doesn't know about pain or despair.
Just look at her glowing eyes.

Progressing in the story, a few years later.
I watch a little girl, crying, covered by the blanket.
She doesn't want others to see, 'cause they'll just laugh anyway.
In her home, she has no room.
The whole house is filled with her father yelling.
The whole house is filled with her mother crying.
The only place for her sorrow is deep inside herself.
Just look at her puffy eyes.

Skipping a few chapters, years of searching and hoping.
I hear a little girl, laughing loud.
Nobody heard her screams when she needed them.
At least, when she's being loud, they notice her.
Being lost and out of control she hurts others.
When they scold her, they look at her.
Just look at her pleading eyes.

Going through pages of her trying to understand what she's done.
I hear a little girl swearing she'll never hurt anybody else.
She'd rather hurt herself to cope with the severe cold of this world.
So she builds a wall to keep everyone out,
to trap the wrath inside.
But she forgot the fear was already there.
Just look at her empty eyes.

Flipping the pages to read the ones from a few weeks ago.
I see a little girl drowning in tears and self doubt.
Apparently the wall she built long time ago is still standing strong.
A lot of 'Wanted' posters are hung on it from both sides,
but neither can reach through.
Just look at her anxious eyes.

I'm sitting here crying,
hoping my tears will wash away the letters on these pages.
But they won't.

So I'll keep on sewing pages.
Hoping one day I'll read the one about a girl who's come home.
About a girl who tore down the wall,
about a girl who built a place in a house to live in.
Until then I hope to have enough strength to put
space between me and the page saying
The End.

Hello there, Kettle
My name is ***
You’re blackened metal
And I am not

You are used for water-boiling
And I am used to cook
You are such a soiled thing
But I have such a look!

You find yourself, I am sure,
An object of ridicule
And I am found all the more
As absolutely critical

Do not pretend to be so true
As to walk the path that I’ve got
Do not pretend that I am like you
I assure you that you are not

You must endear to be like me
Old Kettle, I’m helping you out
You could change if you’d only see
You’re the one that sticks yourself out!

So go away, dumb Kettle,
Go away you silly old fool
Do not ******* and settle
You down ‘til you know the rules:

If you feel, do not speak
Not to me, at least
But if your hunger will not leave
Perhaps you need a priest

Or someone else who can deal with this
And the problems I’ve outlined, as well
Because I don’t want to deal with your *******
Just get some mother-******* help

I am the ***
You are the kettle
I am not like you
I am not like you

The night has the power
The energy to absorb, its dark
The absence of light makes it dark
To liberate and put off the fears
The light has the power, switch it on
Tuned to light, the vision in the dark, at loss
So the dark has the power over the light
It takes away all, makes things invisible
Don’t be afraid
It is the light within that guides, the vision
To switch off or switch on
Discretion lies with the mind

✨✨

No not a lot for dying sun's
so much more you are,
brilliant as stars
a shining example
your place observed
in the cosmos ontowards
the heavens a diamond
in the rough

When the world starts to look at me ,
I feel they want to hit me .
I think they don't love me .
They say 'no place and job for you' .
And I want to say...
I want your love and support .
So that I can make this world new
and beautiful .
I want to feel the presence of myself .
I don't want you all to remind me who I am .
I know myself .
Don't judge me .
Don't make me feel bad .
Don't ignore me .
Don't think I am a dirt and
don't hate me .
'Cause I don't want to hate you .

thin pale grass
competing with the
big, strong tree roots
pushed to the surface
from below the ground

below the ground
there are secrets

heavy clay
compacted soil
striving for moisture and air

below the ground
there are secrets.

we cut the tree roots
remove the grass
plant a new garden

below the ground
there are reasons