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The secret is out!

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Is it normal I don’t have a voice?

Is it normal I don’t have a choice?

Is it normal you can touch me where you want?

Is it normal that I can’t stop you and you won’t?

Do I have to keep my mouth shut for the rest of my life?

Do I have to live with the torment, suffer the lies?

Do I have to watch on as you do what you do again?

Do I have to worry that the next person may be my friend?

I am scared but I will stay silent no more

I am scared but I was never your whore

I am scared of what you may do to me

I am scared but my conscious is free

The secret is out I hope you will be shamed

The secret is out, an end to your game

The secret is out, to be censored like me

The secret is out…

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New work

Innocence

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Good morning daddy

Please pick me up

Hold me tight

I love you so much

Good morning daddy

I love your eyes

What will we do today?

Is it a surprise?

Good morning daddy

Are you okay?

You’re not yourself

Can we play?

Good morning daddy

You’re coughing a lot

Drink some syrup

To make it stop

Good morning mummy

Where is daddy today?

Why are you crying?

Can we go play?

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1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

Money controlling you

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Money, how it has control over us

It shapes our lives and causes fuss

Starting off with pocket money

Those little coins you find funny

In the shop what do you do?

Steal some sweets and run like a fool

Turn sixteen, mum asks you for rent

Get a job earning nothing, go on get bent!

Let’s move out, go get a flat

Overdraft sorted, in it, twat!

Credit card sorted, let’s go for it now

Two grand debt, well done kid, wow!

Oh I need a car, I need it today

Listen to no one, bought same day

Pound it at a hundred down the motorway

Pisses out petrol, firemen on way

Another debt, repairs to be done

Down the garage, oh what fun!

Debt piles up, more and more

Noting down what you spend, what a chore!

Try a bit of gambling, oh doing well

Roulette, poker, betting, lost, must not dwell

Ten grand now, more interest each payday

Can’t live like this, not this way

More and more depressed, don’t know what to do?

Hope for a miracle and hope it’s not you!

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1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

I’m your daddy

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I’ve had the text from your mum

In two hours ends the fun

I’m doing the washing up

Thinking surely too much

Starting to regret and punish myself

I imagine it’s not good for my health

You’ve been with us for twelve days

You’re going through a phase

It seems you’ve been punishing us

Fits, tantrums, sulks and stuff

Whatever your six year old mind can find

What are you going to do this time?

It’s been so difficult looking after you

Not always knowing what to do.

With the baby here it’s been a big change

For you it has to be a little bit strange

We talk to you often, try to explain

You rolling your eyes, us explaining in vein

I want us to get along, all together

But you change your mind just like the weather

I ask myself what can I do?

What is needed to help you?

Although it’s difficult and you can make me sad.

I’ll always love you cause I’ll always be your dad

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1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

I’m kicking this habit, or am I?

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I’m trying to kick you

Kick you out of my life

My life has been owned by you

By you and your addictive ways

Addictive ways to make me play

Me play with you all the day

The day passes by

Passes by without even seeing

Even seeing what I have done

Have done much today

Much today or any day

Any day with you

With you in my life

I am happy

Am happy and not bored

Not bored but this is pointless

Is pointless to stay with you

With you here just wasting my hours

My hours are mine, I have will power

Will power to stop myself

Stop myself from touching you

Touching you one more time

More time with you

With you just once more

Once more, oh please

Oh please, no must stop

Must stop this addiction

This addiction to you

To you, for the hold you have

You have me, but I am strong

Am strong and I will quit

Will quit from your grasp

Your grasp on me

On me no more, I’ve decided, I’m free!

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1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

Life sucks

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When you’ve had a bad day


You wonder which way


To go in your life


Argued with the wife


Your kids hate you


It’s their point of view


That nothing is good enough


That’s the way it is. Tough!


Your job sucks like a wormhole


You don’t like your boss, arsehole!


You can’t find another job


Cause you’re a lazy slob


Bills just don’t stop coming in


Overdraft and credit cards sinned


Your car has broken down


Your face starting to frown


Your phone is almost flat


Forgot to charge, what a twat.


That’s it, decided to quit?


Look at yourself, stop being a dick

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1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

My boss I hate you

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Boss, we’ve all got one

Many of us are under the thumb

Let’s start with all the different types

Thoughtful, kind and sometimes nice

Controlling, demanding, asking a lot

Stressful, arrogant, losing the plot

It’s us doing the hours, working all day

While you’re chilling out, getting your pay

What do you actually do? I’ve not had my break!

Sitting there you, chilled, you great big mistake!

Look at all the work I have done for you

Thanks guy, I’ll pass it for mine, that’s true

There is one thing that I’d like to say to you….

You’re an arsehole, I quit, FUCK YOU

1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

Life, why?

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Fate is such a funny thing

You seem to be made to pay for your sins

It was that I can’t understand

Men in power with their woeful plans

What does it achieve? What does it gain?

Apart from torture, torment and pain

Back to my life as you can see

I have pain and torment inside of me

When will I realize that I am a pawn?

I am just a playing piece waiting to be worn

I realize now that fate is a funny thing

It thrives on controlling everything

It teaches us lessons, it gives us hope

Sorry I lie; it gives us false hope

Who asked for diseases? I can’t understand?

It’s the man in power again, with his woeful plan

This is life, c’est la vie

If you don’t like it just try to flee

There’s one way out, as the lights go dim

You have now paid for all of your sins!

1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

In a dark place

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Help, help, I can’t get out….

Why can no one hear me however much I shout?

Help help, I’m deep in a hole…

Please help me, help my soul.

Help help, I’m all alone…

But nobody is there to hear my moan.

I’m black and blue,

But no one knew

What I’m going through

They’ve got no clue!

It’s hurting so bad,

It’s hurting like mad,

It’s making me go

Fucking insane.

Ahhh how I’m screaming

Ahhh how it’s hurting

Hear me now

Hear me loud!

What are you deaf?

You can’t hear me?

I’ll fucking scream

Till I can’t any more.

I need to get out

I can’t go on

It’s just too much

It’s just too tough!

This is my nightmare

This is my life

I’m gonna end it

With this knife!

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WIP 2021

New project 2021 – Chapter 2 part 2

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The road was dark he could not see that much. Only moonlight lighting his path in front. His feet were wet, socks soggy.

“Calm down Frank, stop the car and let’s talk” Rose pleaded. Frank sighed and pulled the car off the road. Waiting for the bombardment that was sure to come from his wife.

“We can’t continue like this, you tried to punch your son. You drink and you drive, You can’t even be proud of your son for what he has achieved” “He didn’t achieve anything,  he didn’t win” “What does it matter if he won or not, we are his parents,  we should support him and be proud of him for whatever he achieves or not”

“He said he wants to leave, I can’t have my baby leave me, not like that” “If you didn’t molly cuddle him all the time” “Well if you was a better father to him” she snapped. Frank started the car, fed up of the conversation.

“Do what you always do Frank, block me out, you know I’m right” He span the tyres again and the Mercedes sped off. “Slow down Frank” she shouted! He took a right, then continued a few miles before taking a left.

“You know if Paul does leave the house that I won’t stay,  I will go to if you don’t make things up with him” her voice so stern. Frank said nothing. He just stared at the road. Rain pouring down on the windscreen.

Frank was quietly crying to himself, Rose’s words had wounded him as if she had plunged a knife through his heart. He couldn’t imagine being without her. She cancelled out everything that was imperfect about him.

“You make this right, you make this right” she uttered.

“FRANK, LOOKOUT” Frank saw at the last moment and spun the wheel to swerve, narrowly missing the figure in the road. He tried to control the car by going the other way but the car was already off the road.

The car was rolling down the hill, Frank was breaking but it was too wet. In a couple of seconds the car hit a massive tree head on, the air bags exploding outwards but the damage was already done.

The windscreen had shattered, glass everywhere. The only noise coming from the car was horn.

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