This mirror does not see my face The hidden face that hides away It cannot feel, learn or erase This mirror does not see my face Emotions do not skitter, chase Pain is hidden, shows no dismay This mirror does... Continue Reading →
Some days the strength is there To rise and dress and go to work Another day, another day And the days roll by Weeks, months, years Until the rut is so deep You cannot even see it - An old... Continue Reading →
I brought my own brushes tonight I have my favourites I like to use now Me too as well! I keep returning To the same brushes when I paint Oh I'm sorry! Are they your brushes? No mine are here... Continue Reading →
When I was young And going to school Our language was highly praised Mainly for its antiquity 'The closest you'll hear to Shakespearean English' Was a common phrase. With cubs and cuttys and weans (Boys and girls and children) Heading... Continue Reading →
An acrostic poem to celebrate my first time with OctPoWriMo Many words, this month, have left my pen Yattering and battering from head to page Striving to create, learning to grow Teaching new forms and ways. Every day has been... Continue Reading →
I understand now That being bullied Was not and is not my fault I don't want the same things I don't wear the same clothes Or listen to the same music Or watch the same shows I am a geek,... Continue Reading →
I look at my reflection Staring back at me - From a faded looking glass That has aged disgracefully. The age spots on the mirror, They warn of mine to be - Should I last so long As the years... Continue Reading →
I LOVE ACROSTICS I have been empowered this April past Learning new forms of poetry to write Obsessing over words, rhythm and rhyme Very huge learning curve. Google has not been spared! Every day a new challenge, expression and... Continue Reading →
Life or Limb The dreaded dragon downward flew Darkened wings weave webs of woe As people scattered, screaming Flee! The knight on knees before the Rood Lifted lance, his sword and shield. Steed ready, he stood and bowed his head... Continue Reading →
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