Oh i should also point out like none of my poems are happy (excluding the one upbeat cheer...which still had a serious undertone), i find it easy to channel the negative...though i can be a bubbly person 3nodding
One Move So Fast
One move, so fast
I can’t forget the past
One cut, one slice
To take my worthless life
Too late, to save
I’m too far gone, in pain
It’s sad, I know
But there’s know where to go
I’m hurt, not sain
I’ve got nothing to gain
I’m hollow, I’m cold.
Nothing left to hold
Goodbye
Even though it’s slow
I’m gone it’s finished
All the feeling’s gone
Your hurt, your pain
That now my song
Is gone...
By Nadine Reading ©2009
Monsters aren’t make-believe
Your insults, your lies
All seen by innocent eyes
Hidden and scared
She never was prepared
A hit, a punch
A mind blinding crunch
She saw it
She cried
She was there when mummy died
Afraid to tell
Afraid to run
The big bad monster might not be done
She told
She cried
Revealed how mummy died
They listened
They heard
But none of them really cared
He lied
He won
Smiled as if having fun
The carnage seemed endless
It would always be here
A little girl with never ending fear
To think it was over
To think it was done
Now seems so wrong
So stupid
So dumb
Monsters don’t die
Monsters don’t leave
The monster are real, never make believe
The bad seemed to stop
She thought it was done
With mummy gone he had won
How she was wrong
There was only more pain
The monster is not done and free of all blame
A shout, a slap
A knock and a tap
She tries to hide
But Daddy is back!
Violent blurs and drunken slurs
She’d run for help
But does not dare
She could cry
She could scream
But safety is nothing but a dream
They say justice prevails
But it’s untrue
She asked for help but the hurt only grew
Her short life derailed
No option but to fail
She was there the night Mummy died
She sniffled
She cried as Daddy killed his bride
His face blank and cold
This secret would be untold
His eyes mad and scary
Whereas hers small wet and weary
Marble and white
She found the light
Finally she was peaceful and free
I was there the night mummy died
I couldn’t run, only cry
I loved my mummy right after death
I fought the monsters till my final breath
Monsters are real, they aren’t make-believe.
They’re evil, cruel and able to deceive
By Nadine Reading ©2009
Alone and Cold
Alone and cold, Dripping and wet
So close to death, but not there yet
People walk past, people look down
They tut, they sigh and others just frown
How did she get here? Why did nobody care?
She had nothing and noone, yet nobody shared
No money, no shelter, no food and no aid
All she had was old and decayed
This be the trauma of a person alone
No money, no family, no love and no home...
By Nadine Reading ©2009
A drastic change in mentality can come from the most passive events
My emotions are dead, yet I didn't know; I started to realise when none of my feelings were able to grow. I could smile I could cry but i never really cared if someone was to die. I felt happy I felt sad but none of it was real my emotions are dampened it's all a bit surreal
I seen anger and bloodshed but none of it hit, i was in riots and troubles but didn't give a s**t. I seem normal and not bothered but nobodies sees, my mind is sloth like, more like diseased
You pushed me and laughed, poked fun and called names, I felt broken and stupid, but to you it was a game. Pulled at every little fault and pointed out every weakness; I felt unworthy and angry but unable to process. I got used to it and settled and began to close off; my mind shielded and dead becoming more sloth.
The forms may have changed but the idea was the same, make me feel little and hurt for your own sick gain. I sat through it impassive for all those years till that one day my area of calm disappeared. Something awakened, a little bit snapped. I stood from my chair and fought back.
You spat mean names and got in my face, this time I got up and gave you a chase. I screamed and I vented, blind with rage; not that i knew i had reached a stage. My calm was gone and my emotions edgy, i became more and more tetchy.
By Nadine Reading ©2009
One move, so fast
I can’t forget the past
One cut, one slice
To take my worthless life
Too late, to save
I’m too far gone, in pain
It’s sad, I know
But there’s know where to go
I’m hurt, not sain
I’ve got nothing to gain
I’m hollow, I’m cold.
Nothing left to hold
Goodbye
Even though it’s slow
I’m gone it’s finished
All the feeling’s gone
Your hurt, your pain
That now my song
Is gone...
By Nadine Reading ©2009
Monsters aren’t make-believe
Your insults, your lies
All seen by innocent eyes
Hidden and scared
She never was prepared
A hit, a punch
A mind blinding crunch
She saw it
She cried
She was there when mummy died
Afraid to tell
Afraid to run
The big bad monster might not be done
She told
She cried
Revealed how mummy died
They listened
They heard
But none of them really cared
He lied
He won
Smiled as if having fun
The carnage seemed endless
It would always be here
A little girl with never ending fear
To think it was over
To think it was done
Now seems so wrong
So stupid
So dumb
Monsters don’t die
Monsters don’t leave
The monster are real, never make believe
The bad seemed to stop
She thought it was done
With mummy gone he had won
How she was wrong
There was only more pain
The monster is not done and free of all blame
A shout, a slap
A knock and a tap
She tries to hide
But Daddy is back!
Violent blurs and drunken slurs
She’d run for help
But does not dare
She could cry
She could scream
But safety is nothing but a dream
They say justice prevails
But it’s untrue
She asked for help but the hurt only grew
Her short life derailed
No option but to fail
She was there the night Mummy died
She sniffled
She cried as Daddy killed his bride
His face blank and cold
This secret would be untold
His eyes mad and scary
Whereas hers small wet and weary
Marble and white
She found the light
Finally she was peaceful and free
I was there the night mummy died
I couldn’t run, only cry
I loved my mummy right after death
I fought the monsters till my final breath
Monsters are real, they aren’t make-believe.
They’re evil, cruel and able to deceive
By Nadine Reading ©2009
Alone and Cold
Alone and cold, Dripping and wet
So close to death, but not there yet
People walk past, people look down
They tut, they sigh and others just frown
How did she get here? Why did nobody care?
She had nothing and noone, yet nobody shared
No money, no shelter, no food and no aid
All she had was old and decayed
This be the trauma of a person alone
No money, no family, no love and no home...
By Nadine Reading ©2009
A drastic change in mentality can come from the most passive events
My emotions are dead, yet I didn't know; I started to realise when none of my feelings were able to grow. I could smile I could cry but i never really cared if someone was to die. I felt happy I felt sad but none of it was real my emotions are dampened it's all a bit surreal
I seen anger and bloodshed but none of it hit, i was in riots and troubles but didn't give a s**t. I seem normal and not bothered but nobodies sees, my mind is sloth like, more like diseased
You pushed me and laughed, poked fun and called names, I felt broken and stupid, but to you it was a game. Pulled at every little fault and pointed out every weakness; I felt unworthy and angry but unable to process. I got used to it and settled and began to close off; my mind shielded and dead becoming more sloth.
The forms may have changed but the idea was the same, make me feel little and hurt for your own sick gain. I sat through it impassive for all those years till that one day my area of calm disappeared. Something awakened, a little bit snapped. I stood from my chair and fought back.
You spat mean names and got in my face, this time I got up and gave you a chase. I screamed and I vented, blind with rage; not that i knew i had reached a stage. My calm was gone and my emotions edgy, i became more and more tetchy.
By Nadine Reading ©2009
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