Childhood · fantasy · Me

Never sleep again

Afraid of the dark

Monsters waiting in the black

What was under the bed?

Teeth awaiting to feed

Attacking my dad downstairs

Mind running wild

Off with their heads

They’re here

I’ll always remember that face

Haunting me

Red dots on bodies

Blood spewing from open mouths

Falling forever backwards

Calling out in that empty space

Wishing to never sleep again

Never sleep again

Never

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Childhood · Me

How my bedroom was

How my bedroom was

My teddies stacked to the side

Watching over me with approving stares

As if knowing my next moves

My bed was a stage

For my adoring silent crowd

As I would jump to touch the sky

Springs squeaking ready for the next jump

Elation in my movements

Until

The unapproving voice echoed

Then

The thuds on the floor

Silence….

As I listened

Pure concentration

Hairs noisily erect on my neck

As still as a mouse

Awaiting to see my predator

Then

The stairs thumped

Scattering to my teddies

Hiding in their pile

Searching for safety

Two eyes peaking from a fluffy mountain

Holding my breath

Motionless

Until

The door flung open

Then

I went to my happy place

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Childhood · depression · Life · New work

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Little old me

On the chair praying

To and fro swaying

My voice so small

Do you hear at all?

My words I utter

Through my stutter

I just want to be heard

Just a few little words

But no matter what

I am forgot
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Childhood · happy · New work

Truth or dare, do you remember that?

Truth or dare, do you remember that?

Pumpkins alight and scary bats

Spiders crawling, creeping at night

Trick or treat, what a delight

Egging houses, toilet paper thrown

Grumpy people, cleaning their homes

Sweets oh so tasty, making us sick

Wanting for more, what made us tick

Dared by our friends to knock at the door

The old scary man, with all his lore

Opens up and shouts “trick or treat!”

But stops us, before we can speak

“I’ve got a dare, for all you tykes”

Come closer…….. BOO! WHAT A FRIGHT!

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1. Rhyming poetry to change your day · Childhood · depression · Life

Bullying scum

How you made me feel

All of you, you cowards

What you put me through

Torture, torment, your reward

From so young, all my childhood

You picked on me

Was it funny? Enjoyable?

To have power, to be?

At first, seven to ten bearable

But dad changed schools

For a moment it was better

But I was never cool

Until twelve, it was ok,

I had my ways to cope

I was small, quiet, shy

But I would soon be broke

Cue the move again,

World upside down

I was messed up

All I did was frown

I was unpopular,

Always alone

Practically no friends

Kept moving homes

I was spat on

Punched, ridiculed too

Stolen from, psychologically tortured

Name it, that too!

I’ve cried, curled in a box

Took matches and knives to school

Bought a bb gun with me

Anything to try to be cool

I was pushed so much

I lost my head

I raised a chair in my hands

To strike a boy cause I saw red

I hated school

To feel so worthless

These bullies for me

Suffocated me, helpless

Hate is a very strong word

But for these childhood scums

I hope they suffer in their lives

For what they have done

I have no forgiveness

They do not deserve it at all

I hope one day they read my words

That they realize and feel small

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A very personal poem for me about young age and my experiences growing up.

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Childhood · happy

My lost doggie

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Oh where oh where

Could my little dog be?

Oh where could you be?

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He’s little and white

And very light

Oh where oh where is he?

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I’ve looked for miles

For whiles and whiles

He is nowhere to be found

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He’s got a little bow

That sways to and fro

Oh where oh where could you be?

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Into the park

And I hear a dog bark

Oh is it? Could it be?

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I look all around

My dog I have found

With a branch under a tree.

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Childhood · family · happy · Life · love

10 months

Our little baby girl

In your little baby world

10 months passed so quick

We don’t regret one bit

You allume our day with your smile

Your blue eyes gleaming all the while

Play with your toys make a mess

Say our names our little princess

Make us feel better with a little hug

Show mummy and daddy your baby love

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