I'm Cheryl,24 years old and from England. I have always enjoyed reading and writing, probably since I became aware of words and how they clicked perfectly in love with each other in a great poem.
I encourage critics to be honest about my works, everyone has room for improvement and I do not fear advice.
I hope you enjoy reading.
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Cheryl McDonnell Poems
Answers On The Wall
Come on jump right in Your so shallow I won't drown Summer she engaged her pain from within Serves as a warning to his cheshire grin
This Is Fire
There has been a crossed wire Something clicked under the choir A chorus of shame Oh my behold the chains
Never another step of strength Shall pass my door while I am with you You are more powerful now So take flight
Hey Everyone, She’s AUTISTIC!
Hey everyone look here It’s the girl with freaky hair Oh my little does she care This is an ode to freak shows
Your eyes burn me like a spitting fire I took one look, you looked inside The blue water healed the burns Left in line after taking my turn
All I Have No Time For
Here is a place for all I have no time for So I made time for it here I lost myself looking for this place Which I have no time for
Behind The Wall
They like to hide Behind the wall From the autopsy tables To the front room floor
So I'm giving you a hard time Digging my way from this man made diamond mine Thoughts here are spared only for the people in the box We are all cogs in your machine and hands on your clocks
Plastic Yearning Tears
I cry plastic yearning tears to be released from these years My friends are in the sound they help heal the scars where I'm bound
It fell behind but never went away.
saw you off in the stark morning frost Each and every day your desert I would cross Woman you haunt me in all of my dreams Falling into space I catch your last screams
I was braver than your lion and cut off his mane with a broken glass there were only a few who gave back the currant of life but you choked them all in the end
On the lane an angel stands The gown, the halo and the harp in hand This angel however is apart from her kin She wanders the nether places that lie within
Among The Injika Trees
Set the sails into the smoke's swirling blow Dance with the lady as fast as she will go Listen up out and aloud There are alien words calling all around
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Answers On The Wall
Come on jump right in
Your so shallow I won't drown
Summer she engaged her pain from within
Serves as a warning to his cheshire grin
She painted her answers on the wall
In symbols meant for the tall
The tv set echoed a lament
As a tribute to what she did paint
This wall sounds hollow
Like behind it a room could follow
Magazene clippings of faces
The waves of nothing her ship embraces
She painted her soul on the wall
Nothing here for you anymore
Go away now summer and hide
The shadows grow close behind.