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"Fell down the stairs",
The classic line.
She gives this one
Each single time.
The doctor sighs
And shakes his head,
He looks at me
Laid on the bed.
"You clumsy girl,
Why can't you learn
To walk down stairs
Without concern?"
I look at him,
I know the drill,
Apologise
And say "I will".
He gives that look,
The kind that says,
You're lucky to have
A mum that cares.
"Take your lolly,
And go home now.
Mummy will keep
You safe and sound".
The classic line.
She gives this one
Each single time.
The doctor sighs
And shakes his head,
He looks at me
Laid on the bed.
"You clumsy girl,
Why can't you learn
To walk down stairs
Without concern?"
I look at him,
I know the drill,
Apologise
And say "I will".
He gives that look,
The kind that says,
You're lucky to have
A mum that cares.
"Take your lolly,
And go home now.
Mummy will keep
You safe and sound".
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Suicide or Tea?
Should I kill myself or have a cup of tea?
I decide on the latter and I'm not sure why. Probably because I can. Life is a never-ending scroll of be-goods, be-happies, be-in-controls, be-okays, be-strongs and be-appreciatives. So what's another day?
Just another day closer to death.
Still, life seems incredibly long, don't you think? So long, it's hard to see the end and nearly impossible to touch – even with a knife in my hand that could easily skewer my heart, make it squirm and still like a dying nightingale – sealing its death with a pathetic squeal of almost-song.
Life is pain and people in pain are a pain in the ass. Perhap
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Survive
Whispers in my ear
Compel me to surrender.
But I will not hear;
I defy my contender.
Defeat is not an option;
There is no other way:
Survive against all odds
To die another day.
'Tis the oldest battlecry;
The only ultimatum.
Fight until you die—
Rather plain verbatim.
To be classified as "alive,"
Survive, survive, survive.
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She Believed
I stumble through my mind,
Weakened by the pain of years.
I always search but cannot find
The source of all my bitter tears.
I see a light, an anchor, a hope;
I limp faster, relieved by the sight.
I found a gentle, downward slope—
Like a rescue from a blight.
I lean on you, no longer afraid;
Finally I have found relief.
Tears dry, memories fade,
Like wind carries a wilted leaf.
But in the end, it wasn't true—
You held my heart yet let it die.
My anchor became my noose;
My trust was blinded to your lie.
How could I be so ignorant?
You pledged to never leave my side.
There's none to blame but myself—
"She belie
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Accidents Happen - Version 2
I originally wrote this when I was 18, but I have since re-written it to catch a more simplistic tone.
I originally wrote this when I was 18, but I have since re-written it to catch a more simplistic tone.
© 2012 - 2024 Caylee-Slansen
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Overall Vision Originality Technique ImpactWhat a beautiful poem!!
The shift in point of view makes it even more dynamic. The perception changes quite easily - from the girl who is hurt to to the doctor, only to add the explicit I. 'She gives this one each single time' easily becomes he looks at me laid on the bed' and 'I look at him, I know the drill'. The poetic voice emphasises the girl who needs help and comes quite often. It almost makes us wonder... is it really only the accidents that happen or is there something more? Her pain is acute and we can easily feel it.
It's a lyric poem, and yet, there are elements of both dramatic and the narrative. All three are masterfully interlaced and add to the wholeness of the poem. The rhyme is present and gives it a faster tempo. The verse lines are very simple and the language very expressive.
Excellently written!
Well done!