I come from Liverpool, England and now live in Toronto ON Canada. I love to write poetry and I get all my material from personal experience. Some of my poems are dark and may even be considered disturbing, but there is light as there is also inspirational poems. I am a recovering drug addict and I used to literally live on the street. I am now clean and sober and I use writing as a way of ... more »
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Michelle Clements Poems
Madness Coming Down
She's feeling trapped and afraid, she's sure that everyone spy's She knows we're all out to get her so she walks with downcast eyes Did it happen quickly one day? Did her mind just suddenly explode? Or did it happen ever so slightly that nothing really ever showed.
Princess and the Street
You pretend not to notice her as your strolling down the street Thousand dollar leather boots adorn your pampered feet The dirty hands she holds out to you, are swollen chapped and red But your leather clad, manicured hands clutch your purse instead
Dancing With The Magic Man
This is my real story keep an open mind if you can It's all about when I fell in love with the Magic Man With such dreams of stardom I thought I had a chance The Magic Man came to me and beckoned me to dance
He walked through shadows every single night He was always on guard and ready for a fight He sold his soul before he turned seventeen Lived life so dirty, couldnt stand to be clean
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Madness Coming Down
She's feeling trapped and afraid, she's sure that everyone spy's
She knows we're all out to get her so she walks with downcast eyes
Did it happen quickly one day? Did her mind just suddenly explode?
Or did it happen ever so slightly that nothing really ever showed.
Now she cowers on the sidewalk cause in her mind monsters are real
And we all just watch with pity, we're not sure how we should deal
Should we give her some food? should we give a dollar? Or maybe two?
Would you want to be treated like that, if "that poor thing" was you?
We wonder how she ended ...