Louisa Rogers Poems

Bullying.

You're called lots of names,
Love doesn't feel the same.
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For months they fought,
With bombs and guns,
To win the greatest war.
Forwards they ran,
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And.
A word, a symbol.
A word & a symbol?
Not sure really -
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Throughout our lives we find different friends; good, best, close and true.
Happiness is shared with them all but it's when I'm in a crisis that I know who the true ones are.
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I wrote this when I was sat in a local park of mine and saw a lot of what is described in this poem.
Enjoy:
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When I try to think about things, I usually get a blank screen staring back at me.
But when I'm trying to block everything out, memories come flooding back like water through a broken damn.
There's only one way to perminantly shut the world out but I haven't got there quite yet.
I just need to stop the memories so I can stop the pain running through my blood like poison.
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This needs editing I know but here's the first draft...>


I don't know how and I don't know why,
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This was written as a task for my english class at school. We had to write a poem based on a picture of one of our parents and the story behind it (if it was known) . This is based on a picture of my mother on her 21st birthday in her costume for the fancy dress party - she was dressed as a ringmaster. My father took the picture and was dressed as a lion.
Here it is:
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Suicide.
You hear about it on the news, in the newspapers.
The reasons always either bullying or just pure loneliness.
Never a broken heart.
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