“Where is the hope, in a world so cold”…

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The invisible girl sits…

As life passes her by….

The impossible girl waits….

And hides behind her eyes…

Wishing someone would notice…

Or give her a sign….

A soul mate accomplice…

Who loves her this time…

As they hurt her before…

Abused in the past…

Her wounds are still sore…

She became a total outcast…

Her confidence wrecked…

Dare not speak a word…

She could no longer connect…

To such a cruel world…

Where is her White knight…

The man of her dreams…

For her, he would fight…

Her faith he’d redeem…

Add warmth to her heart…

And melt all the ice…

Make her feel special…

So pretty and so nice…

But for now she’s alone…

Afraid of what they all think…

Her heart turned to stone…

She escapes with a drink…

At night she can’t sleep…

Dark thoughts make her cry…

Haunting visions so deep…

As she whispers a lullaby…

That takes her away…

Removing the pain…

As this beautiful girl…

Is slowly driven insane…

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“Too many secrets, too many lies”…

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In a dimly lit room,
backwards words are spoken…

Falling from the mouths of,
the ones who are broken…

Sat in chairs and stood on tables…
Telling stories from the past…
Words of myths and fables…
Legends made to last…

Where nothing around,
makes any sense…

And feelings run so high,
so fucking tense…

As the Silver light of the moon,
crawls through a window…

In a place behind the trees,
that only they know…

Hidden out of sight…
Only active on a night…
And security is tight…

Invited in by invitation…
Then forced into an initiation…

Removing their disguise…
Blindly covering their eyes…
To intensify the surprise…

Leading to sexual awakening…
For those who are naked and partaking…

And those who watch…
The voyeurs who can’t touch…

They understand the process…
And monitor the progress…

Peering through a window,
into the souls of others…

Connected by secrets,
blood sisters and blood brothers…

As the Devil roams freely…
And the women smile sweetly…
Offering themselves completely…

To those who know…
Who rule this show…
Knowing what they say, goes…

With high expectations…
Laced with utter temptation…

In that dimly lit room,
where backwards words are spoken…

Falling from the mouths of,
the ones who are broken…

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Song request by shikenkan

“It is as it is” – For Cancer Research…

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Well…

Not quite sure what to say, but the paperback version of this book of poems is ready to buy earlier than planned! If you click the picture it should take you through to the lulu webpage.

It’s taken a while from concept to delivery, some road humps along the way, but it is not too bad for a first attempt.

All profit from this project will be collated over the next 12 months and donated to Cancer Research.

For your information, the cost to make each book is £4.10, so each purchase will mean a donation of £5.89. I will keep a running total on a fixed page somewhere so you can keep track if you are interested.

A hardback version will follow, but the cost price on that is huge, so I am not sure if there will be much in the way of selling / donations. Time will tell.

When I started this blog, I did it in secret and for the most part, I still do. I wrote and continue to write for therapy under servere pressure, trying to hold my head and my sanity together whilst the world around me fell apart. Watching my Father slip away crowned an amazing 15 month period in my life that couldn’t have been written by the best script writers.

But I am still here, still trying to get through life like we all do – It’s fair to say I have been on the ropes, but not knocked out…

I appreciate that many of you have read my words and have been subjected to my torrid last few months – for that I apologise and thank you in equal measure. Most of you are faceless to me, but you all have a talent in writing and reading others work inspires me to do better and look at my own work through a different lens.

I have had help and encouragement from offline too and they know who they are – so thank you!!

I hope that you are able to donate to this cause, but if not, the poems remain on the site and who knows, a volume 2 may evolve– so thanks again for reading and enjoy.

Cheers

J

“His arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes…”

The invisible girl sits…
As life passes her by….
The invisible girl waits….
And hides beneath her eyes…
Wishing someone would notice…
Or give her a sign….
A soulmate accomplice…
Who loves her this time…
They hurt her before…
Abused in the past…
Her wounds are still sore…
  Became a total outcast…
Her confidence wrecked…
Dare not speak a word…
She can no longer connect…
To such a cruel world…
Where is her White knight…
The man of her dreams…
For her, he would fight…
Her faith he’d redeem…
For now she’s alone…
Afraid of what they all think…
Her heart turned to stone…
She escapes with a drink…
At night she can’t sleep…
Dark thoughts make her cry…
Haunting visions so deep…
  Tearstained, she whispered a lullaby…