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Invisible woman
Her last breath a silent call for help
She bleeds she clings on to life
Her desperate fight lost
Now a horror scene
A dying mother she cannot scream
Her eyes close
Horror takes over the mind
Her last has memory will be held in time
Flowers footballs messages will create a shrine
An understanding is hard take
The papers create a profile so fake
Pictures of a loving Dad
All the pictures full of joy not one sad
The real story yet untold
Woman killed by man a story so old
We want to know
We want the reason why
The paper's and media tried to disguise
The woman's name is Clodagh
A hero to a fault
She died trying to save those close to her heart
As her husband practiced his killing art
We want the media to rip off the disguise
Print the news without the lies
Print the truth let us know
Why you turned this tortured mother into a sideshow
She bleeds she clings on to life
Her desperate fight lost
Now a horror scene
A dying mother she cannot scream
Her eyes close
Horror takes over the mind
Her last has memory will be held in time
Flowers footballs messages will create a shrine
An understanding is hard take
The papers create a profile so fake
Pictures of a loving Dad
All the pictures full of joy not one sad
The real story yet untold
Woman killed by man a story so old
We want to know
We want the reason why
The paper's and media tried to disguise
The woman's name is Clodagh
A hero to a fault
She died trying to save those close to her heart
As her husband practiced his killing art
We want the media to rip off the disguise
Print the news without the lies
Print the truth let us know
Why you turned this tortured mother into a sideshow
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Posted: Sep 2016
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My Heart is Torn
My Heart is Torn
My heart is torn
It's ripped right in two.
I try to repair it day by day
But I don't know what to do.
I wish I could say
That I am fine.
But the real truth is
That I'm losing my mind.
My heart is torn.
It looks like confetti.
I need to get outta here
But I don't know if I'm ready.
I need to run
From this wretched place.
I need solace and comfort
From a Sacred Space.
My heart is torn.
It's broken, black and blue.
I need a place to call my own.
But I don't know what to do.
My heart is torn
It's ripped right in two.
I try to repair it day by day
But I don't know what to do.
I wish I could say
That I am fine.
But the real truth is
That I'm losing my mind.
My heart is torn.
It looks like confetti.
I need to get outta here
But I don't know if I'm ready.
I need to run
From this wretched place.
I need solace and comfort
From a Sacred Space.
My heart is torn.
It's broken, black and blue.
I need a place to call my own.
But I don't know what to do.
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Posted: Aug 2016
About this poem:
And this one was immediately after the whole fiasco with my Christian friend.....Empty Inside
Empty Inside
I feel so empty inside.
Like a hollow shell.
I feel like no one can hear me
Even if I scream and yell.
I feel so small.
Like an insignificant speck.
I am losing my mind;
I'm an emotional wreck.
I feel so cold and lonely.
Even in a crowded place.
I feel lost and forgotten.
Like a rat in a maze.
I wish I could find
A way out of this cage.
I need to be free
Of all of the chaos and rage.
Creator forgive me
But I'm starting to hate
Every day I wake up
With this emotional weight.
I feel so empty inside.
Like a hollow shell.
I feel like no one can hear me
Even if I scream and yell.
I feel so small.
Like an insignificant speck.
I am losing my mind;
I'm an emotional wreck.
I feel so cold and lonely.
Even in a crowded place.
I feel lost and forgotten.
Like a rat in a maze.
I wish I could find
A way out of this cage.
I need to be free
Of all of the chaos and rage.
Creator forgive me
But I'm starting to hate
Every day I wake up
With this emotional weight.
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Posted: Aug 2016
About this poem:
Just as a warning, alot of my writing is rather dark at times.....This one was written around the same time as my Dark and Light poem, but before I found clarity of mind, and for the same reason.....
In case you didn't read Dark and Light, the reason was because I was raised into Christianity, but I when I got older, I started noticing "holes in the wall" so to speak. Anyway, I was basically told by a close friend at the time (who was a Christian) that I was going to burn if I did not "forsake my evil ways". My "evil ways" were choosing to believe that Jesus is not the only way to Heaven, and there is a spiritual energy in everything.
The Scream
Into the void
The open space
Light darkens surrounds
To the deafening
Noise
One coverts ones ears
to the noise that
increases
One is consumed by sound
Hands to ears
scream at the sounds to stop tormenting
scream consumed by sound
The open space
Light darkens surrounds
To the deafening
Noise
One coverts ones ears
to the noise that
increases
One is consumed by sound
Hands to ears
scream at the sounds to stop tormenting
scream consumed by sound
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Posted: Aug 2016
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NO-BODY CARES.
TIRED OF BEING THE ONLY ONE WHO REALLY CARES -I*VE BEEN DOING THIS FOR SOOO LONG -IT*S LIKE NO-ONE ELSE IS REAL -JUST FIGMENTS OF SOMEONE ELSE*S IMAGINATION . PEOPLE DAY IN DAY OUT PRETENDING TO LOVE -BUT REALLY WANT TO SEE EACH OTHER BROKEN & BLEEDING I*M ALWAYS SEEING THE TRUTH -THE REGRETS OF OUR MATURITY . WE ALL SAY THAT WE WANT THINGS TO CHANGE -& CLAIM TO BE THE VOICE OF IT ALL -& YET TO DEATH*S DOOR WE CRAWL -NEVER REALIZING THE POINT OF IT ALL -MAYBE IT*S THE SCREAMS OF ALL THE TORTURED ANIMALS OF AN EDGUCATED NEED FOR THIER BLOOD & MEAT -WITCH I DO*NT BELIEVE-IN AT ALL .WE ALL SAY WE*RE HEAR TO DO WHAT*S RITE & YET PEOPLE MAKE UP EXSCUSES INSTEAD OF "WILLING -IT RITE" -I HOPE THE DAY DOES NOT COME WHEN THE DENIZENS OF THE FALLEN -EDEN FINALLY SEE - THAT THIS WORLD DOES NOT BELONG TO US - & BEFORE "THEY" -RETURN I HOPE YOU SEE THE PATIENTS THAT HAS BEEN GIVEN WITH ONE COMMANDMENT TO NEVER EAT OF THE TREE OF LIFE -UNTILL WE STOP THIS OUR LIFE IS BEING LED ON THE EDGE OF A KNIFE !!!!!!!!!!!!....
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Posted: Jul 2016
About this poem:
SUB-CONSCIOUS SCREAMS
darkness inside
Im deep but so shallow,I feel my life has little value,Im scared and alone and wanting to know where is home,Im afraid to show my feelings that would be to reveling,Im stuck in the darkness without a source of light that is my plight.
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Posted: Jun 2016
About this poem:
just putting feelings on paper to get it out of my head.BRICK WALL IN MY MOUTH
When I was a young wheel-flower
You were a vicious beast with a lust devour
You dripped with devil’s caprices
Ripped my blossom body to pieces
Brutal force was use to open my flower-walls
A gust of wind blew inside me like black squalls
Confusion rushed into my eyes
You wore your cheap words disguise
Lighting pain of thunder swallowed my body
My crying soul was disembodied
Streets of pain offered no rescue
You broke my angel-ingénue
We were on a see-saw
I was imprisoned by a grey law
Would there be a new dawn
I was a porcelain pawn
The brown snake returned frequently for three years
There was no remorse
You build a brick wall in my mouth
You married in the south
I played hide and seek for years behind the silent curtain
You were never a gentleman
I’m not a victim
I embraced activism
You were a vicious beast with a lust devour
You dripped with devil’s caprices
Ripped my blossom body to pieces
Brutal force was use to open my flower-walls
A gust of wind blew inside me like black squalls
Confusion rushed into my eyes
You wore your cheap words disguise
Lighting pain of thunder swallowed my body
My crying soul was disembodied
Streets of pain offered no rescue
You broke my angel-ingénue
We were on a see-saw
I was imprisoned by a grey law
Would there be a new dawn
I was a porcelain pawn
The brown snake returned frequently for three years
There was no remorse
You build a brick wall in my mouth
You married in the south
I played hide and seek for years behind the silent curtain
You were never a gentleman
I’m not a victim
I embraced activism
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Posted: Aug 2016
About this poem:
This poem is about when my uncle molested me as a seven years old girl in a wheelchair. It only end when I was ten years old, because he got married
MY MASTERPIECE (Last poem)
Damm I suck,
Not good enough,
Not for anyone,
And its frustrating!
Tried my hands on,
Fixing broken stuffs,
They became worst,
Than it actually was.
And then I tried,
Entering poetry contests,
Only to be denied,
Of reaching top spot!
Forget about a life,
Who gives a damm?
f*cking loser I am,
Loneliness my fate.
What am I good at?
Every corner a dead end,
Give me a god damm sign,
That I am not useless!
Am I screwed for life?
Everything I do goes wrong,
Why do you save me so many times?
Why do I breathe still?
Even the army thinks I am a waste,
Spending good money on me to train,
Im off the hook with nothing to lose ,
Feeling my contribution is of no use.
I can't sing or dance,
Nor sell a pair of socks,
Even the priests avoid me,
Too much trouble I think.
I am left in the dark,
Not knowing what to do,
When you're not sure of yourselves,
What's the point in hanging around.
Another one bites the dust,
I've got the worst of luck,
Living on this world so aimlessly,
Oh why am I still here Lord?
Sleepless at night,
I cry deep inside,
It hurts so bad,
And it still does.
Void is not even close,
To describe someone lame,
I am ten times more,
Than the words above.
Am I good with kids?
I will never know,
Coz I am living alone,
Without someone to love.
Now I am very upset,
Have no skills or talent,
Poetry is all that I had,
But now I close the hatch.
By the way if you're reading this,
I am pouring all my heart out here,
Coz I am giving up on myself,
And will end this poem as my very last.
Not good enough,
Not for anyone,
And its frustrating!
Tried my hands on,
Fixing broken stuffs,
They became worst,
Than it actually was.
And then I tried,
Entering poetry contests,
Only to be denied,
Of reaching top spot!
Forget about a life,
Who gives a damm?
f*cking loser I am,
Loneliness my fate.
What am I good at?
Every corner a dead end,
Give me a god damm sign,
That I am not useless!
Am I screwed for life?
Everything I do goes wrong,
Why do you save me so many times?
Why do I breathe still?
Even the army thinks I am a waste,
Spending good money on me to train,
Im off the hook with nothing to lose ,
Feeling my contribution is of no use.
I can't sing or dance,
Nor sell a pair of socks,
Even the priests avoid me,
Too much trouble I think.
I am left in the dark,
Not knowing what to do,
When you're not sure of yourselves,
What's the point in hanging around.
Another one bites the dust,
I've got the worst of luck,
Living on this world so aimlessly,
Oh why am I still here Lord?
Sleepless at night,
I cry deep inside,
It hurts so bad,
And it still does.
Void is not even close,
To describe someone lame,
I am ten times more,
Than the words above.
Am I good with kids?
I will never know,
Coz I am living alone,
Without someone to love.
Now I am very upset,
Have no skills or talent,
Poetry is all that I had,
But now I close the hatch.
By the way if you're reading this,
I am pouring all my heart out here,
Coz I am giving up on myself,
And will end this poem as my very last.
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
lately very disappointed with some events taking place elsewhere,its affected my morale badly,
Alas this is my Masterpiece!
my very last composed one.
if something goes right in your life
you can take comfort and strength from there,
when nothing seem to go brightly or boost your confidence, it takes a Hell of a beating and the last straw would be jumping off a bridge. . .
not me, not even good enough to do it
when depression hits, i fight it back by listening to music.
its not working this time. . .
the good news is more time to comment.
SINGAPORE STEAK
You gave me a golden day
you never intended to stay
Roses were red Violets were blue
I adored you
You were my world my breath
You played in Macbeth
Our velvet sky turned grey
We were caught in a spider gray
You showed me a free-paradise
For us Twitter tweeted eternal sacrifice
You sang another song
Your Coral snake-tongue told me nothing’s wrong
We were on the Titanic
You turned satanic
You killed my heart with a wooden stake
You ate Singapore steak
Saw your empty golden finger
Our love-balloon tried to linger
Felt your black breath
when you gave me your kiss of death
you never intended to stay
Roses were red Violets were blue
I adored you
You were my world my breath
You played in Macbeth
Our velvet sky turned grey
We were caught in a spider gray
You showed me a free-paradise
For us Twitter tweeted eternal sacrifice
You sang another song
Your Coral snake-tongue told me nothing’s wrong
We were on the Titanic
You turned satanic
You killed my heart with a wooden stake
You ate Singapore steak
Saw your empty golden finger
Our love-balloon tried to linger
Felt your black breath
when you gave me your kiss of death
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Posted: Aug 2016
About this poem:
This poem is about my former cheating husband and he used online dating sites to cheat on meSTRING IN THE WIND
Standing in the desert once again
Without my illusory den
You danced your devil’s dance
I oscillated in your beguiling black-swamp romance
Sweet chocolate-words dripped from your tongue-snake
I ate your poison cake
I wore my sentimental fool cloak
You wore your cheater’s toque
We danced with the butterflies and birds
All along you were girds
You gave me a reek swamp drink
You pushed me to the cliffhanger brink
Wild horses dragged me back to the memory-putrid
A flame red hatred is thundering deep inside me
Still feel the raptors menacing eyes
Their claws demonize
Asphyxiating my innocence
No helping hand
You have thrown me to the raptors again
Feel their sebaceous wen
We lost our twined
I am now only a string in the wind
Without my illusory den
You danced your devil’s dance
I oscillated in your beguiling black-swamp romance
Sweet chocolate-words dripped from your tongue-snake
I ate your poison cake
I wore my sentimental fool cloak
You wore your cheater’s toque
We danced with the butterflies and birds
All along you were girds
You gave me a reek swamp drink
You pushed me to the cliffhanger brink
Wild horses dragged me back to the memory-putrid
A flame red hatred is thundering deep inside me
Still feel the raptors menacing eyes
Their claws demonize
Asphyxiating my innocence
No helping hand
You have thrown me to the raptors again
Feel their sebaceous wen
We lost our twined
I am now only a string in the wind
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Posted: Aug 2016
About this poem:
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