Poem 165 - The Power

The Power

Last week the world went into a rapid decline from its already rapid decline.

All relationships was stolen from those with the closest connection. The centre of power decided it new how love should be looked after, disgarded in cages, left to rot alone.

Paving the way to more than 2000 trauma stained lives and years of nightmares, panic attacks and separation anxiety.

They are not your children to take and it is our job to show you that if you are to callous and selfish to see it. 

Poem 164: The Youngest You’ll Ever Be

The Youngest You’ll Ever Be

“This will blow your mind.” She scoffs. 

“This is the youngest you will ever be again.” 

“Wow!” The mutter. “It’s like those Buzzfeed articles that show you things from the 90s that make you feel old. 

It doesn’t make me feel old, it makes me feel relieved. So happy not to have to face bullies on a daily basis, so happy not to have to run after people I thought were my friends, so happy not to have to be judged by the eyes of disapproving teenage boys, or persuaded to do things I didn’t really want to do. 

I am an adult, I get to do what a I want when I want. I am at the mercy of me. So proud and pleased to have survived to the age I am now and all I do with my days. 

Poem 163-Running Through the Sprinklers

Running Through the Sprinklers

It is dark and cold outside.

My body is hot, my

skin is pulsating.

You have lit the

fuse and run away, unavailable

for the explosion

you have masterminded.

I escape into the air

too scolded for

resuscitation.

Engulf and cool me and my burning soul.

Poem 162- Consequences

Consequences

You trained me to believe without you there is no me.

That is not me.

I am whole, I am real

I am life and anger and blood

I am myself and that will soon enough for me.

I am striding through myself building walls and binning receipts I no longer need.

I will not be taking parts of me back on your request.

I am not faulty

I am not perfect

I am perfect

I will become perfect for me and no other

I will continue to exist and I hope you will too.

Let’s breathe alone.

Poem 161- Reflection

Reflection

When you look in the mirror you see me.

I am cooing, sighing, breathing, worrying, holding, thinking, diagnosing, restraining, containing.

I look horrified, sound worried enough, give you the time to vent and spill and mask and hide.

What do I see when I look at you… Blank face, misunderstanding, no time, annoyance, selfishness.

You are too consumed with you to see me, to match to, to notice I may have fallen down, to see I am not over it yet, to feel a real care for the things I hold to be valuable.

Your mirror is full

My mirror is empty.

Poem 160- No Qualifiers

Poem 160 - No Qualifiers

No Qualifiers 

I love you every day 

I love you every way 

I love you and I pray 

I love you don't go away 

I love you I must say 

I love you hip hip hooray

I love you every day (even days when I'm moody and tired) 

I love you every way (even ways I am yet to experience) 

I love you and I pray (we will be next to each other for as long as I can imagine into the future) 

I love you go away ( as the shock and pain it would bring would be too immense)

I love you I must say ( from every part of me to every part of you) 

I love you... hip hooray 

Poem 159- My Poems

My poems
Every few months I see someone
I haven't seen in a few years and they say... I know you're teaching and I'm sure thats all you need but what happened to your poetry thing that used to pop on my feed.
I'm not sure I really read any but I used to be intrigued and I am more mature i must click the link and concede.
Well I think and ponder why it's been longer and longer that I haven't publicly exposed my raw and personal feeling like graffiti on a public was like sky writing above the ceiling. Well I say...
Maybe be it was too bad to write
Then maybe it was too good to write
Then maybe it was too bad to write again but now I'm back in the middle.
The middle ground I have found is a fairly fertile void where may
overwhelming happiness doesn't push me out of the house with a smile so
 big I cannot process detail or drag down so slow I cannot mention the colour of the sky.

So ye it's been a while and if those looks turn in to clicks we'll all see how much we've matured and the next time I see you we could talk about it

Poem 158- I loved you and you broke it

I loved you and you broke it

I loved you and you broke it
What does that say about you?
What does it say as you squander all chance to have my support or care. I will not grovel, I will not pray to ask you to take me back

You broke it... you fix it

Poem 157- Excitement

Excitement

To say I am excited 

Would be an understatement

I am over the moon

Shot out of a cannon

Past the Milky Way

Elated.

You are for me and

I am for you and

No one can stop

Us.

To say I am happy

Well that would be

Underplaying it. I am

Smile till it hurts

Jump up and down

High fives and fist bumps

Sublime.

You for me

Me for you

And the future

Is ours to take.

You are the one I love

You have helped

Me to know myself

And be brave

And trek across

The desert of

Life and know

When I get back

The oasis of calm

And love will

Envelope me

And the days

We have left

Will be the

Best I’ve ever

Had.

Poem 156- GIVE ME A BREAK

GIVE ME A BREAK

I’m a good girl

I try hard, I’m kind

To everyone

Give me a break

I’m sensible

Sensitive, sympathetic

Empathetic

I breathe people

Why is it all so tricky then.

Sometimes let in with no pass

Sometimes left in

The cold shocked

And frozen

Give me a break

I’m trying as

hard as I can

and without help

I can’t do any better.  

Poem 155-Boundaries

Boundaries

Let’ set some ground rules

Let’s decide how far to go

Let's cut off any chance for magic and intrigue and

Surprise

Let’s close the doors

Lock the windows

Force the change you

Want to see and

Preach the rules that

Have no power out of

Context.

Let’s pretend we know the

Right way because we're

Grown and make the

Small ones prisoners

Make everyone your prisoner

Come on captives, do as I say

Poem 154 - Keeno

Keeno

In the last phase of our relationship

We played a game of chicken

To see who

Would say it first, who would ask

A question, profess their inner most

Romance.

Only for the other to slam them for their

Positive forward thinking, to laugh at the prospect

Of a life together, to gurn at the greatness and power of love

And what it can translate to.

We worked to disarm each other until our arms

Longed for no one else and the story we wrote flowed

Through our broken letterbox into a place where you and I

Are friends and companions swinging on a chair we build with our hand and smiles.

I’ll admit it … I’m a keeno.

But even now, I’ll only say it if I’m

Sure you will too.