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BRAVE

We are currently living in a world where violence against women is rife. And sometimes that violence has the ability to break a fragile heart or destroy a strong spirit. So I wrote this poem in the hopes of inspiring any woman who is currently feeling helpless, not herself, or simply, not enough. This is for the women who may feel broken, and a reminder for those women that they are brave, even if they don’t feel that they are.

You’re getting kicked when you’re down,
And feelin’ like you’ll cave,
But I’m here to remind you,
That darling, you are BRAVE.

You’ll dig deep,
And you’ll get back on your feet,
You’re on your knees,
In the face of defeat.
But you’ll rise my sweet,
You’ll soar,
You’ve got guts girl,
So let ’em hear you roar!

You’ve been kicked when you’re down,
And you’re feelin’ like you’ll cave,
But I’m here to remind you,
That darling, you are BRAVE.

You are fearless,
You are strong,
The power within,
Will right those wrongs.

So spread your love,
And spread those wings,
You’ll fly again,
And see what it brings.
It’ll bring you peace,
Because you’ve earned your crown,
You’re a queen,
Ain’t nothing or nobody can bring you down.

So when you feel low,
And like you’ll cave,
I’m always here to remind you,
That darling, you are fucking BRAVE.

So call on me if you need me,
I’m always here,
To remind you of your strength,
And that you have nothing to fear.
You may feel the fear,
And fear the unknown,
But just remember,
You’re never alone.

Because you are fierce,
You are brave,
I’ve got faith in you my darling,
Because you’ll rise above this wave.

MOTHER

Everything that she is, everything that she has been, and everything that she will always be, I will always remain so incredibly thankful for.

She’s fierce and fearless,
She is strong,
She’s always there,
To right the wrongs.
Dearest mother,
I never knew,
Just where I’d be,
Without you.

She’s the heart,
She’s the link,
Pullin’ you back,
From the brink.

She’s always close,
She’s always near,
She’s the protector,
To calm your fears.

‘Cause she’s fierce and fearless,
And she’s strong,
She’s always there,
To right the wrongs.
Dearest mother,
I never knew,
Just where I’d be,
Without you.

She’s the light,
In times of sorrow,
To help you find the strength,
To face tomorrow.

She’s the healer,
She’s the friend,
And she’ll be with you,
To the very end.

Everything that she is,
I aspire to be,
But she always reminds me,
It’s enough to just be me.

‘Cause she’s fierce and fearless,
And she’s strong,
She’s always there,
To right the wrongs.
Dearest mother,
Thank you for being you,
‘Cause who knows where I’d be,
Without you.

LET YOUR LIGHT SHINE

It’s feelin’ a little dark now,
And it’s hard to define,
So that’s when it’s time to,
Let your light shine.

It’s suffocating,
And the walls are closing in,
The pressure’s mountin’,
And the light is dim.

It’s ruthless and relentless,
And oppressive too,
But you know you’ll find,
The strength within you.

To defy the darkness,
Though it’s hard to define,
But you’ll rise to your knees to,
Let your light shine.

There’ll be haters,
Who’ll come along,
Tryin’ to drag you down,
Tellin’ you you’re wrong.

So your answer is this,
“I won’t give in, and you can’t hurt me,
For I’m a survivor,
And I am free”.

You have the fire,
You have the light,
You’ll persevere,
You’ll win this fight.
You have the strength,
You have the tenacity,
You have the power,
You have the voracity.

But always remember that…

You’ll defy the darkness,
Though it may be hard to define,
But it’s your turn now and always…
To let your light shine.

RUNNER, RUNNER

My late father nicknamed our childhood dog Dougie, Runner. And then it evolved into Shnooga, and our next dog was named Shnooga too. Dad was one of those people who would always come up with a completely creative and unique nickname for people, family and animals. Everybody in our family has a nickname he thought of. He wrote this over twenty years ago, and used the nickname as a starting point for this poem.

I’m a runner,
I’m a runner,
And I’m renting,
I got no mortgage on this life,
‘Cause one day I’ll be ascending.

The questions I got,
Are never-ending,
But in this time,
It’s past bad trips I’ll be mending.
Smash it down,
Blow it up,
All that matters is,
Who gets first gulp from the victory cup.

I’m a runner,
I’m a runner,
And I’m renting,
I got no mortgage on this life,
‘Cause one day I’ll be ascending.

Can’t you see all the bridges are broken?
It’s them we should be mending.
We should walk softly on the mother,
Not abuse her, but be complimenting.
When I look around at all the frowning folks,
It’s too much rage they’re venting.
To use my third,
I was not intending…
But after all,
It’s my silver coins I’m defending.

I’m a runner,
I’m a runner,
And I’m renting,
I got no mortgage on this life,
‘Cause one day I’ll be ascending.

You buy your piece of dirt,
But you’re pretending.
With your last breath,
It’s ya history you’ll wanna be amending.
It’s not the bank’s cash,
But my own I’ll be spending,
I’ll drink from the real fountain,
‘Cause my thirst, it takes some quenching.
But I’m happy, though I’m flyin’ high ‘n wide,
‘Cause I know I’m just a fledgling.
All the chiselers,
Make an art form of their sledging.

My true self,
I’ve taken off the shelf,
And it’s me I’m reinventing…

Cause I’m a runner,
I’m a runner,
And I’m consenting.
It’s my place in the here and now,
That I’m cementing.

‘Cause when I take the next step,
On my soul,
There’ll be no rending.
Now I’ve sent this message to you,
This song has found its ending.

BEAUTY BENEATH

A poem dedicated to my lifelong best friend, who is more than just a friend to me. She is my family, and truly one of the most amazing women I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. She’s as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside. Through thick and thin, she has steadfastly remained by my side, offering support and guidance. I am, and will always be, so thankful to have such a wonderful person in my life.

Beauty on the outside,
And beauty beneath,
But sometimes she can’t see,
What lies underneath.
Ain’t I lucky though, ’cause I see it all,
The beauty on the outside and the beauty beneath.

“You don’t know you’re beautiful”,
Cheesy pop songs say,
But if you’re as lucky as me,
You’d see it in less than a day.

She’s rare and priceless,
She’s a gem,
A beacon of light and hope,
She stands out amongst them.

So when she’s in doubt,
And wonders why,
It’s my job to remind her,
She’s a star in the sky.

A bright spark,
She brightens the night,
Her beauty beneath,
Makes everything all right.

She’s the anchor,
She’s the calm,
She’s the helping hand,
The outstretched palm.

She’s the rock,
She’s the guide,
And she’ll always pull you back,
From the rising tide.

So that’s when I marvel,
When others ain’t as lucky as me,
To know what I know,
To see what I see.

The beauty on the outside,
And the beauty beneath,
All that she is,
What lies underneath.
Ain’t I lucky though, ’cause I see it all,
The beauty on the outside and the beauty beneath.

MOLD

TRIGGER WARNING.

You might not understand why I’ve included a trigger warning but most writers are encouraged to do so these days when writing confronting material. This poem is probably the darkest I have ever written. It contains some elements that may be upsetting to read. I had planned never to post it to my blog, but I rarely ever shy away from posting any of my work, no matter how awful or sad it may sound or the themes it may convey. Plus, as hard as it was for me to write and as painful as what it inspired it was, I feel it’s the best thing I’ve written in ages, considering everything else I’ve tried to write over the last couple of months is absolute drivel, in my opinion.

Mold me into what you like,
Mold me into what you need,
I’m like clay boy,
And on my soul,
You feed.

Drag me by my hair,
Force me to me knees,
Take everything I got,
Do what you please.
I’m your actress,
Your rising star,
Rip me apart,
Leave me with scars.

So mold me into what you like,
Mold me into what you need,
I’m like clay boy,
And on my soul,
You feed.

I’m puttin’ on the performance of my life,
You’d never guess it’s an act,
I smile up at you sweetly,
But my soul’s cracked.
Playin’ the seductress,
Playin’ my role,
Caterin’ to your whims,
I’m nothin’ but your hole.

A hole for you to dig,
A hole for you to fill,
I’m smilin’ on the outside,
But inside, my screams are shrill.

So I broke the cycle,
I ended our twisted game,
But sometimes I think,
I’ll never be the same.

‘Cos I gave you my trust,
And I gave you my faith,
But behind your carefully constructed disguise,
You’re nothin’ but a wraith.

So you molded me into what you liked,
You molded me into what you needed,
But my soul,
Oh God it pleaded.
For your mercy,
For you to see,
That I was more than just a hole to fill,
So that you could set me free.

THE VOID

It seems I’m always searchin’,
And desperately dodging things I wanna avoid,
All in vain,
To fill the void.

It’s always just slightly outta reach,
The thing to make me whole,
I’m scattered and striving,
To soothe the ache in my soul.

What is it you ask?
The thing that I need the most?
It drifts in the haziness,
Lurking like a ghost.

So it seems I’m always searchin’,
And desperately dodging things I wanna avoid,
All in vain,
To fill the void.

I’m grappling and gasping,
Praying on my knees,
Beggin’ for the answer,
But the only word that comes out of my mouth is please…

Please give me a reprieve,
The answer I’m searchin’ for,
Pick me up when I’m down,
Sprawled across the floor.

I’m searchin’ my heart,
I’m rackin’ my brain,
I’m tearin’ my hair out,
To numb the pain.

‘Cos I’m always searchin’,
And desperately dodging things I wanna avoid,
All in vain,
To fill the void.

But I’m over the search,
And the damn bandaids,
The quick fixes,
But I won’t be swayed.
Life’s throwing me,
One hell of a curve ball,
I can’t roll with the punches,
Even though I’m givin’ it my all.

So what’ll I do?
And where will I go?
What will I discover?
And how will I grow?

Deep down though I know…

One day I’ll find,
I can face the things I wanna avoid,
My search won’t be in vain,
And I’ll fill the void.

MR TELEPHONE MAN

Another hauntingly beautiful poem from my late father…

I wanted to reach out,
So I picked up the phone,
But they musta cut it off,
‘Cause there wasn’t a tone.
There’s no use,
In cryin’ today,
‘Cause I got no one to ring,
Anyway.

Mr Telephone Man,
You’ve left me with no line,
Mr Telephone Man,
I’m outta time.
Mr Telephone Man,
Can’t ya plug me back in?
Mr Telephone Man,
My blood’s runnin’ thin.

I started dreamin’
About ringin’ for a pizza or a whore,
But then I woke up,
Next to an empty bottle on the floor.

I wanna ring,
To get whole,
With no phone,
It’s lonely in my hole.
If I sell my arse,
Then I can do it,
I can pay the bill,
And make a call to get through it.

But the pay phones,
Are all still fucked,
Mr Telephone Man,
You made a million bucks.
Ya took my phone,
And I know the reason,
But ya didn’t have to swoop,
Like a magpie in season.

Mr Telephone Man,
I’m outta time,
Mr Telephone Man,
Can’t ya recover my line?
Mr Telephone Man,
I just need one call,
Mr Telephone Man,
I wish I didn’t need you at all.

THE PLAY THE VICTIM SONG

“Like Richard Ashcroft I’ll give no fucks, as I march and bump into people in the street, screaming, ‘I can change, I can change’, it’s corny but I won’t face defeat”.

I’m prone to the mantra,
What if it goes wrong,
Ain’t it a pity party,
It’s time to sing the, “play the victim” song.

Poor, poor, me,
Nothin’ ever goes right,
Please feel sorry for me!
Please help me see the light.
But I’m gonna pull a Taylor Swift,
And take the piss outta my situation,
I’ll write my rhymes,
And that way, there’ll be no misinterpretations.

Look at me, look at me!
Everything’s so damn tough!
Give me sympathy and compassion,
‘Cos no amount of empathy will be enough.

Coddle me and feel for me,
When everything goes wrong,
And I’ll grin and I’ll twirl,
Singin’ the, “play the victim song”.

I’m a fuck up,
But a proud black sheep,
Makin’ more mistakes than autocorrect,
But when I go to bed, it’s easy to sleep.
I’m in the ‘too hard basket’,
I’m ostracised,
I’m socially awkward as hell,
I got demons that can’t be exorcised.

But I’m just gonna laugh,
And try and rise above the labels,
Half the shit you’ve heard about me,
It’s all fables.

Like Richard Ashcroft I’ll give no fucks,
As I march and bump into people in the street,
Screaming, “I can change, I can change”,
It’s corny but I won’t face defeat.

So yes I’m negative as fuck,
The girl who assumes everything will go wrong,
But I’ll break free from that mantra,
And I won’t sing the, “play the victim song”.

CAN I BORROW A SMILE

Kirk Van Houten feels…

So I’ve come to ask ya sugar, can I borrow your smile?

I’ve lost a little something,
And it’s been gone for a while,
So I’ve come to ask ya sugar,
Can I borrow your smile?

Sick of my damn frown,
And the dreaded frown lines,
I’m ageing baby,
I’m on the decline.
I’m stretchin’ those lips,
And putting on a brave front,
Pushing through,
Striving to get in front.

I want a real smile,
Not this fake bullshit,
‘Cos nobody likes a sad sack,
And don’t I know it.

So I’ve come to ask ya sugar,
Can I borrow your smile?
‘Cos it’s missing in action,
And been gone for a while.

Never let ‘em see you sweat,
Never let ‘em see you cry,
Put on your happy mask,
There ain’t a tear in my eye.

But it ain’t easy,
Putting on a front,
It ain’t easy,
To bear the brunt.
I’m like Kirk Van Houten,
Beggin’ to borrow a feeling,
But I got plenty of them,
So I gotta focus on my healing.

Gotta stop hiding,
And stop the damn act,
Gotta be real,
‘Cos I’m strong and intact.

So sugar,
It’s been gone for a while,
But somehow or someway,
I gotta get back my smile.
I’ll figure it out,
I’ll learn how to smile once more,
I’ll stretch those lips,
Like never before.

VILLAIN

She’s the villain, in this dark fairytale…

She’s not hiding from a wolf,
In her little red hood,
She’s the one you should be afraid of,
But she’s so bad, she makes it look good.
She’ll destroy you,
Dominate you,
Make you her slave,
She’s cool and calm and in control,
And she’ll find any excuse to misbehave.

She’s the villain,
In this dark fairytale,
Better run, run, run,
Hop to it and bail…

She’ll huff and puff,
And blow you away,
But deep down,
This villian wants you to stay.
She’ll steal your voice,
She’ll take your breath away,
Because she wants to keep you,
For forever and a day.

She’s the villain,
In this fabled story,
But all she wants is you,
Her crowning glory.

She’s the wicked stepmother,
The evil sea witch,
The jealous queen,
But really, she’s just a girl with an itch.

That itch is you,
You’re the one to ease it,
But she might change,
If all you do is submit.
She’s still the villain,
But she’s the loveable kind,
So have you got what it takes?
To take on her twisted heart and mind?

So will you flee from the villain,
In this dark but sensual fairytale?
Will you take a chance?
Or will you hop to it and bail?

COOL GIRL

Cool girls don’t get angry, we’re sweet as pie,
A walk in the park,
A breathy and sensuous sigh.
We’re uncomplicated,
A piece of cake,
A smokeshow,
And baby, you’ll never wanna take a break.

But what if I’m not a cool girl?
What if I’m just me?
Will it be okay?
If I set myself free?

‘Cause I wanna be a cool girl,
Low maintenance and go with the flow,
Calm and composed,
Easy breezy and all for show.

But will I be the villian?
The big bad girl?
Sittin’ back and watching?
As the chaos unfurls?
If I speak my mind?
And call you out on your shit?
Am I all drama?
Do I not know when to quit?

‘Cause I wanna be a cool girl,
Low maintenance and go with the flow,
Calm and composed,
Easy breezy and all for show.

See, I am a cool girl,
But I’m real and true,
I’m just me,
But will it be enough for you?
Cool girls are understanding,
And I got compassion and patience,
But I’m wild and can be,
Audacious and vivacious.

But what if I’m not a cool girl?
What if I’m just me?
Will it be okay?
If I set myself free?

I can be low maintenance,
And sometimes I can go with the flow,
But I refuse to hide,
And be all for show.

Cool girls are real girls,
Cool girls don’t hide behind a veneer,
We’re bonafide authentic,
And with us, you’ve got nothing to fear.