Tag: emotion
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Hush Child
Hush child, Close your eyes, Shutter out the world and let the stillness fill your mind. Hush child, Hold my hand, Feel its warmth and strength and know the might it can withstand. Hush child, Take a breath, Let it fill your lungs and feel the lightness lift your chest. Hush child, Lean on me,…
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Example
My Daddy hitted a man, There was lots of blood and I sawed that when daddy hitted the man, the man went to sleep on the floor, And daddy had on that face, Like the one when he hitted my mum and she cried and cried and cried and kept asking him what she had done,…
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Disconnected
What’s this that falls before my eyes, With blistered sores and weary sighs? A shell, a corpse that’s mummified in the bloodied gauze of her demise, She is my spirit, Mauled, maligned, Her salted tears have scored and dried. Malevolence poured from callous minds, Like tiny swords that beat and bind ’til they’ve pilfered thoughts…
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A Heart Full of Willow Blossom
I plucked catkins tenderly from a willow, To show how love captured me when you were born, I filled the sea endlessly with blonde billows; No drop unadorned, They broke the banks, wondrously swathing the land, With hundreds of heavenly starbursts of gold, For when you so helplessly searched for my hand, Your hand found…
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Invisible
You don’t see me as I move across your day, You don’t see the things I do, You don’t see me, So I shouldn’t be surprised that you step on me, Walk all over me, Without the faintest acknowledgement that I’m always by your side, You don’t see me and you don’t even care, You do…
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The Worst
This piece is a little rough around the edges (no neat rhythm, some questionable rhymes) but that’s because it’s one written from the heart and not one written for poetic perfection. What’s the worst that could happen If you were to let me touch you? If I were to hug you or just…
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Yellow Girl
Too white to be black, Too black to be white, “They’ll throw you in the river when the two sides fight” Flat bottom, Picky hair, And thick thunder thighs, Freckles on my nose, lips and under my eyes, I’m a yellow girl, I’m a browning, I’m half-caste, I’m mixed race, And believe me; I’ve been…
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Lost {mind dump}
I am lost. Not like the TV series… although the parallels are undeniable; I am a viewer, a mere spectator, of my life. I’m watching the confusing twists and baffling turns of the plot, trying to figure out what has led to this point, and what else is in store. I start each episode with…
Serena Malcolm 