Stuck at the crossroads again, this is beginning to get old. The path I wanted to follow was once again wrong, really screwed myself over that time but not so bad that I stopped writing (or feeling for that matter) .
The path being presented to me is of course scary, hard, and requires me to depend on God alone (I love God but I still get scared and all that other stupid stuff) . ... more »
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Michelle Freeman Poems
Freedom tastes Like the scent from biscuit factory Like thin-crust pizza with double cheese And olives, and onion, and pineapple
Touch The Sky
Floating like a leaf in the air, the wind is noisy I don't care, the clouds are crazy blue.
Withdrawn, scared, and lying still Wondering aloud and staring Screaming inside at the blood all around And without cold just shivering
A Wise Woman Once Said
If no one else understands Not even your man Or your own children
Criminal Minds Episode
Hush little baby please don’t cry Mummy can see the tears in your eyes Don’t believe or follow what you hear is being said From the voices of the shadows inside your head
Wet, slippery and helpless I came to this world Screaming my existence
Sweet sweat filling my nostrils Choking this vital air Meant for my lungs With a stride that doesn't care
Ball of Yarn
Ticking, ticking, ticking, ticking A clock is dying, dying, dying The battery's split - leaking, leaking The minute hand's jerking, jerking, jerking
I walk through the strangest glass I walk through and it doesn’t cut me. Clear, transparent glass So blue, so green, so clear
It is not a complexion, It is not a colour, Just a hole: a never-ending, bottomless hole.
When the darkness ends there is always light – But when the darkness is here It clings, it cloys it curdles around me, inside me.
One day I’ll swim far away Beneath the sea Beneath the surface Where it’s safe
Love Part Four
A slowly budding flower Its scent gently escaping Like tendrils on a vine.
A Few of My Favourite Things
The cosy feeling when the rain pelts down That urges me to sleep more, The howling wind that whistles and whispers Around the windows, through the walls,
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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Like the scent from biscuit factory
Like thin-crust pizza with double cheese
And olives, and onion, and pineapple
Like a sweet deep kiss from your lips