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.

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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

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

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

I stick to you like a parasite
Leeching into your soul; a stronghold
My spiders web has you ensnared
When you leave I pull you back
You may find it an irritance or endearing
When I say I'll never let you go
Because aside from pretty words
You know I truly mean it
Oh no I'm not a stalker!
But if you leave me darling
*I swear I'm never going to let you go

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

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.

He can't stand their sobbing
Their howling and their begging
When they realise their time has come
And there's no running from him

They plead for more time
More time to love
More time to repent
More time to forgive
More time to appreciate
And more time to live

They always knew their time would end
But never are they ready to fall
Into the sweet cocoon of his embrace

Some fall gently into his open arms
Whilst others have to be beckoned
By his *deathly charm

Men and women are equal
None are *above the other
In rights and respect
Equal

Men have strength yes
Yet it's women who endure

Men and women
Both are intelligent
As their brains made of the same matter
Biologically here equality stands firm

Differences of course are there
Yet minuscule
Appearances cast aside
Only  few can be observed

Women and men
Both are sensitive and feel
Yet where women show it; display
Men conceal; pretend not to feel
Society kills

In tactics and ideas
Is where our message ends
For  too often  it's said to
Disregard the thoughts of women
Too  dumb and feeble minded to be
 Of Value and interest

Yet where there's Winston Churchill
The mastermind of Britain
There's  also Elizabeth the 1st
The queen who beat the Spanish Armada

Hence with logics like this
Any notion of ****** inferiority
Can be easily dismissed
As utterly ridiculous.

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 one day I'll be free
Free of the torment and free to be me

Maybe one day I'll be able to fly
Spread out my wings and soar up so high

Maybe one day I'll be able to speak
Speak with my voice free of the chains

Maybe one day I'll sing to the sky
The rhythm of my triumph so fine

Maybe one day I'll dance; delight
Movements so fragile; speak of my plight

Maybe one day I'll shed my sorrow
A skin so heavy its no wonder I drowned

Maybe one day I'll break out
**Free of the torment and free to be me

They can't see the empty eyes behind her soulful laugh
They can't see the strained cheeks pulling at her stunning grin
They can't see the worn out face under her vibrant make up
They can't see the insecurity and doubt in her loud, confident voice
They can't see the blatant cries for help laced in her exaggerated tales
They can't see the broken home behind her loving stories
They can't see the  girl trapped in her head from the lively persona she eludes.

For she is an unwilling actress and her life is the show
And sadly it seems the show  **must to go on

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?

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

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

Maybe you need to stop sticking your nose in the air
Because without looking down
                                                           you
                                                                     may
                                                                                F
                                                                                         A
                                                                                                  L
                                                                                                        L

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.