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My parallel would not be you
Voice/soul/essence of soil
That I sink my feet into eagerly
For its coolness
Against the stones littered tarmac

A strange sight; behold!
Straying far from home ; a luxury unaffordable
Not worth the ruin, not right the game
Chance gambles a shame to the sweetness
You exhale; my heart wanes

Candy forever out of reach; my lips quiver
Succulence so overwhelming I stagger; err
Before remembering its not my place to destroy
What has yet to be tarnished by his demons

Let it slip slip away
My dreams they await
A haven to gaze and delight
Diluted goods never felt better.

They say he was deranged
The man behind the gun
As he aimed at the children
Picking them off one by one

They say he wasn't sound of mind
The man who deemed himself god
Screams falling faint to his ears
As bodies piled; a mess of red

They say he was mentally ill
The reaper who sowed the school dry
Leaving no table unturned
Basking in their final pleas; unmasked glee

They say they'll pray for the souls departed
And lock away the crazy man
Hoping the public will forget and let go
Turn a blind eye to laws unconstructed; again.

I don't love him anymore
The man who was my hero
He who I held above all else
Is nothing to me now

He broke me down
Made me question who I was
Shattered my sense of pride
Destroyed my sense of worth

Tears I shed over him
As nothing more than a ritual
I can't control them
Even though he is lost to me

I don't remember how it used to feel
When I cared for him as a miracle
For all I have is an ache
that never stops hurting.

Papa just let me rest

Put my mind at ease
For the shards you use
To tear through my skin
Make me bleed

Oh it hurts so much papa

When your bullets plunder my heart
It beats feverently; an ill tuned symphony
Trying to mend itself again
A picture of flimsy patchwork

Papa clear the ground in front of me

The shards and thorns are making me weak
My feet can't take in your piercing anymore
They've gone from tan to scarlet
A fresh coat to paint over the marks I'm too ashamed to see

I beseech you one last time papa

Make the voices go away
The ones gnawing at my head
Telling me I'm not who you want me to be
Before I give myself to the demons who love me

He saw

Her wings lay torn upon the ground
Her screams muffled; cries scorching her throat
As they tore at her skin
Shattering the stars in her youthful eyes
As she watched; dulled and empty

                                                          ­       He knew

As her hand fell flat; uncurled
Her mouth, a stretched echo of her suffering
Marred colours of reds and blues charring her soul and body
With a single tear leaping from her ghosting eyes

                                                           ­                                                                    He rose

With the final gasp shifting dust above her cracked lips
The thud of her limp body thrown against rotting carcases
And the darkening sky shedding tears in anguish


He cradled her to his chest; numbing and warm
A finger pulled down the lids of her unsee in eyes
Whispering you're safe now Zainab
I've come to take you home

Atoms swirl atop his head, a lattice of electron wonders
Words pool from her head, inky swirls on coarse parchment
Splatters of colours spread out, a mind of inspired chaos
Logarithms cloud his eyes as he speaks the language of algebra
So much talent in so many minds
Make us so beautifully human

Even in the darkest times
Even in the most horrific of events
As they beat us; trying to ***** out our light
They are infuriated to find us standing strong
Against the crashing blows inflicted upon us

Our spirits roar with every hit; defiant
Yet our bodies; fragile and weak
Crumple to the ground
Yet this satisfies them not

Because what doesn't **** us
Makes us stronger
Because no matter how harsh
Our pain and humiliation may be
Our fire and hopes burn brighter
Helping us hold on
And tear of our chains

You can whip my body
But my soul and spirit are free
They belong to no one
And as long as I remain steadfast
You will never be able to push me down

The scars of your lies cut deep
Your mistrust confuses me
Haven't we known each other for a long while now?
My soul I laid bare for you
But yours was kept cloaked from me
You're fine, you're great you say
There's absolutely nothing wrong; you can handle it
You lie to not just me but yourself too
And the damage done is *permanent

If I could but give it
To the child on the street
For Food, For shelter
And shoes for his feet

If I could but give it
To the woman who cries
Who withstands the beatings
Then hides them with lies


If I could but give it to the
Man who can't see
Who relies on a dog
For guidance, for love, and the freedom to be


If I could but give it
To the girl who won't walk
Who's waiting for treatment
While the doctors just talk


If I did but give it
To those most in need
Would you help the rest?
And could we succeed?

Jelly      is     the     perfect     example  
                    Of       how      I     wish     to     live     my     life
because     IT     wobbles       and        wibbles       almost    teetering
                     UnStable     about    to    fall   but    then   it's   a    trick
AS     it     falls     back     to     PLACE

REVERBERATING
                                           WITH
                                                                  SILENT
                                                                                         LAUGHTER

Do you trust me?
She asks
A finger stroking your cheek
Convincing you to let go; succumb
To her honey sweet charm

But stupid you aren't
Nor misguided
With darkness swirling in her eyes
Blacker than ebony coal
Her smile sharpens
With ice

You know of her crimes
What she has done
Of the cruelty and hurt she inflicts
Upon the innocent
Yet she loves you still
There's still a chance for her in her almost shriveled heart?

No time to ponder or think
The choice is here and now
Will you save her or not?
Are you enough to make her stay?

Why do we take terrible atrocities so lightly these days
Like ****, ******, suicides, prejudices, abuse and bullying
Even if they have become a norm nowadays
Especially as they have become a norm nowadays

Plastered on the news daily
Turning away blind from these sufferings
Has made the evils stronger
Which is why they have become a norm these days

How many lives can we save if we care to notice
These crimes dancing before us

You feel ready to do anything to fix yourself up
Dieting you tried and ******* in makes it worse

After spending hours on your hair and make up
Angling yourself best self consciously in party photos

Then crying at home when going through them
For a decent Instagram picture; nothing's good enough

It doesn't make sense because you tried right?
Yet your cheeks are balloons inflated on your face

A smile constrained, painfully stretched across your face
You've forgotten how to smile properly so became fake

You look at your beautiful friends and selfishly wish for their assets
Then sigh wistfully posting a few reasonable pictures and smile

At the heart lifting comments on your beauty that fails to be seen*
**Yet it touches you that others can somehow manage to see it in you.

Maybe you need to stop sticking your nose in the air
Because without looking down
                                                           you
                                                                     may
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                                                                                         A
                                                                                                  L
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Mirrors are deceptive minxes
Gleefully making you insecure
When you're thin in a gown
Yet lumps  unfold in the mirror's glare.

Thighs curved and tight in those jeans
Become a large and saggy reflection; mocking
Denial isn't an option
Not when the evidence is right in front of you.

You fall for the mirror's  deception
And try to get rid of the imperfections
Diets and exercise but it never changes
The imperfections keep building up
No matter how hard you try.

Now the dresses and jeans fall off
Barely hanging on
Yet the lumps and skin are still there
When you look in the mirror; ashamed.

Your twin shows no change
Forget doctorly concern; weight machine readings
You have to work harder; erase the faults
Because the mirror never lies does it?

Our world is beautiful
If you stop and truly view it
Even with all the violence and anarchy
The grass still remains a lush green
And the water continues to flow

The fruits grow ever riper
With the starry night shining so bright
The animals live together interdependent
In blissful harmony
Given no choices otherwise; simple LIVING

OUR WORLD IS BEAUTIFUL
                                                                IF WE STOPPED RUINING IT SO
WITH OUR POLLUTION AND DESTRUCTION
                                                                                 *FOR TRULY IN THIS HEAVENLY PLANET
*WE ARE THE PARASITES LEECHING IT OF LIFE.

A stranger in my living room
      We've never talked
              We may not even be compatible
                    And do we even share any interests?
                            Well god knows seeing as we've never seen
                                      Each other before
                                                 *And now I'm resigned to take him as my husband
                                                          My lover, my missing half*
                                                                  My partner for the rest of my life

He stared at the cuts on his wrist
Reprimanding himself for his cowardice
To not  finish the job
Melissa had seen those cuts
Dug deep  into his wrist; angry red
Knowing  full well the reason for them
But choosing to ignore them

He flinched letting out a sharp gasp
As slaps  and  punches  hit him
Opening old wounds  and  bruises
His body a palette of suffering  and  pain
Bleeding tears down his skeletal frame
Melissa  watched these attacks
Her boyfriend  inflicted upon him
But chose to ignore them

His eyes were dry from shedding tears
His heart was torn from the constant crushing
His body wracked and tired from the frequent beatings
And his brain weary and ready to shut down forever
That morning Melissa  couldn't  ignore the body
Hung in her front garden
Holding a bouquet of wilting roses;
With a heart saying *I love you

She's got roses in her hair
And mud over her heels
Sun  kissed  skin shines
As she dances in the meadow

Her laughter  sings
Throughout the cornfield
The breeze  twirling her
In a ballroom; like a lover

Eccentric is what she seems
But really she's a girl
A girl who is free
To spend her days frolicking
In nature's  *company

My family life's a sham
We're all  walking on eggshells
There's no bond when you're acting
To keep it all together
One big happy family

This is why
To escape my reality
I turn to my literary haven
A book there for any mood I feel
Momentarily causing me to forget
My seriously  messed up life

The gift of a good book
Is better than any drug out there
It ***** you in *and
Suddenly you're immersed in it
Forgetting the pain  and  sadness
of your own pathetic existence

The love and sincerity  warms you
Causes you to dream and wish; sigh
Whilst the pain and anguish
You can relate to
Never once in an enticing novel do you
Think about the real world around you.

Such is the beauty of a good story
It acts as the perfect medicine
To remedy the hurt in your life.

The owl and the ***** cat
Were out having tea
After a simple beach side walk

The owl took out a guitar
And sang to kitty brash, kneeled
Before her Crimson chair

A sweet  romantic ballad it was
Yet ***** cat was too busy
Observing  owl and noticing
What a dainty meal he'd make.

Interrupting his declarations
She stole him away
Under the starry  midnight  sky

Whereupon in the woods
Her claws she unsheathed
And silenced his poetic  *display