Lilyth Poetry
You, Tricked me of a promise land, And foolish I, I took your hand, They laugh and cradle over me, As I stay inside for week, Embarrassed ashamed and frozen. People they ask me what I'm doing, If I have moved on, Because now your gone, And that's something I am supposed to be doing, … Continue reading Promise land.
It doesnt really matter, Just take off for tonight, Dance when it feels right, And fly when the air can give you flight, With all your might. Dance girl, Worries can be resolved, theres a solution for every single one. If there isnt there is no point in getting worried, Dance girl dance....
Four seasons Vivaldi - He was a socialist Waiting for the people on the other end, As I anticipate the call to send. The four seasons screeches in my ear, Waiting for the goverment to hear, My pleas and begs for them to not take more, For I am struggling of course, They punish me … Continue reading The dwp call
My body, slides past on a convayer belt, of broken hearts, the button inside wont restart, thrown and tossed into a pile.
It's better to be real, Than fake, Better to believe and be who you are, Than hide in skin that is not yours. It's better to be real, Than fake, And don't try and impress the people, who dont bare your best interest. Be you, Not fake, And dont feel bad for any mistake, You … Continue reading Fake
Um. I feel bit rubbish if I'm honest. I cant believe we are already on the 2nd of January and I have my first exam on the 7th. I want to pass it but I keep telling myself I wont, the children where off unwell so long during December so I missed lots of work … Continue reading Good morning
Maybe you'll return And I need to be prepared I know I'm only fooling myself But at least I might be heard You keep cutting me off Treating me like I'm not even alive And that alright I guess pain is worth the part Where you held me tight Maybe you'll return Or maybe I'm … Continue reading Return
It's a typical rainy cold Monday in November. The roads are manic and the streets are full of students, mothers with prams and rain covers, shopping bags attached to prams bashing and bumping about. The homeless man on the corner of Newland sat with bin bags protecting him from the rain. The bus was really … Continue reading I was anxious-Part 13- I don’t hate Mondays
You took me to that cheap all day breakfast cafe. I had a good cry and we had a good laugh, yey, You looked at me for some time, I thought you was admiring.... That's the part where my big head came in, you said there was a hair at the end of my chin, … Continue reading Ginger biscuit (change perception)
Hope Grows amongst the ivory Snaking up the walls Hope hides in dandelions Under spider crawls Hidden in the pumpkin patches Beneath the conker tree Laying beneath the palm of the frozen leaves Fogs, inside the air, of a warm breath on winter's eve Sparkles in the star light The underbelly of the city The … Continue reading Rainbow fuel
Don't stop writing, Let words give you courage to keep on, Fighting. Let flames go on their own, Without you smouldering them.... Let the damage burn, Don't touch. Let them cool whilst you recover them, Don't stop writing, For it is your freedom to feel whatever you wish, Without the judgement of harsh characters, In … Continue reading Fighting
I was getting really anxious, we had been talking for a few weeks. We sat together in the living room, I was nervous. I knew it was coming but I couldn't get my head around it. I could smell you, feel you, you was a real person. We flicked through the TV nothing really worth … Continue reading I was anxious- Part 14-Just a kiss
