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No Goodbye



Tears fall, gone the smile so warm, the light of our day.
Where are those deep gentle brown eyes? Doe’s eyes!
Why you, so small, so innocent. Why did you have to go away?

Where do I find an answer? Why were you the one to pay?
I must know! Wrath consumes my heart! No goodbyes!
Tears fall, gone the smile so warm, the light of our day.

You said I love you daddy, on that bright morning in May,
You kissed my cheek. Never more! Where was God my heart decries?
Why you, so small, so innocent, why did you have to go away?

Oh my god I rage! Have you abandoned the people of today? 
Is it by the sacrifice of innocent children that you now baptise?
Tears fall, gone the smile so warm, the light of our day.

Does pain ever find solace? When shall we rise above our naivety?
Dreams ended! Futures stolen! Their honeyed words I despise!
Why you, so small, so innocent, why did you have to go away?

These hollow people have my undying ire! A gun is made to slay!
They talk of rights, but in the cold earth my daughter now lies!
Tears fall, gone the smile so warm, the light of our day.
Why you, so small, so innocent, why did you have to go away?


written 03/03/2015

Copyright © Shane Cooper

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CHUBBY LITTLE GIRL: Ode to Bria Samone

I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.
A plump round face with chocolate 
on her nose,
for she's her mamas' chubby little 
girl.

What better gift for me in all the 
world,
wrapped in pink with lace and 
purple bows?
I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.

Brown stains caress her mouth in 
one great swirl,
with a drop or two I saw upon her 
toes.
For she's her mamas' chubby little 
girl.

"I made a cake for you" she says, 
the whirls
around the room before she strikes 
a pose.
I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.

"A cake for me?" I ask the precious 
pearl,
I touch her sticky face and spotted 
clothes.
She'll always be my chubby baby 
girl.

Hand in hand around the room we 
twirl, 
when we stop, I laugh and pull her 
close.
I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.
For she's her mamas' chubby little 
girl. 







Copyright © TaMara Goode

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Child

Remember your fear of the dark, child,
When sleep attempts to steal your sight,
And monsters creep in, tall, sharp and wild.

Sharp teeth, sharp claws, all to make you mild,
They close in, trying to steal your light.
Remember your fear of the dark, child.

Imagine yourself a hero, riled
Up with holy fury and banishing might,
When monsters creep in, tall, sharp and wild.

Hissing, screaming, from your room, exiled,
But not forever, just for the night.
Remember your fear of the dark, child.

When morning came, you childishly reviled
their failed attempt to bring you fright,
When monsters crept in, tall, sharp and wild.

Do not think that they can be beguiled
Into staying away another night.
Remember your fear of the dark, child,
When monster crept in, tall, sharp and wild.

Copyright © Hannah Gilliland

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Boys Will Be Boys

The pain will never go away, it just stays.
Everyday he tried to keep his head held high,
but everything would change in just ten days.

They said boys will be boys, it’s just a phase,
but again they were wrong, just one more lie.
The pain will never go away, it just stays

Each year, each month, each day was just a haze,
and all he wanted was to say goodbye,
but everything would change in just ten days.

The words, the pain, were just a repeated phrase,
He was their target, a special bull’s eye.
The pain will never go away, it just stays. 

School was pointless, just another maze.
One without escape, no matter how he try,
but everything would change in just ten days.

He made up his mind, and got no delays.
His last words: they were just simple goodbyes. 
The pain will never go away, it just stays,
but everything did change, in just ten days.

Copyright © Brianna Orendorf

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After This You Needn't Regret

After this you needn't regret
Your life is bourn as your child today
Voudrais tu une cigarette?

All stakes are high upon this bet
Though grace and patience is all to pay
After this you needn't regret

In warmth and bonds may trust inset
The glow of knowing till egos play
Voudrais tu une cigarette?

Advice wears over for angst's outlet
Never rash nor heavy, never lose light in day
After this you needn't regret

In a wink and a worry in your Autumn set
A thought to the child now grown away
Voudrais tu une cigarette?

Then a day your child takes up the fret
You smile to see their berth and say:
After this you needn't regret
Voudrais tu une cigarette?

Copyright © Mathieu de Casanove

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Childhood

She has seen things in her life
That no child should have seen
Like powder on the edge of a knife

As mother inhales happiness and exhales strife
The frail child watches those eyes begin to gleam
She has seen things in her life

One the mother was a wife
But once father left mother started to lean
Towards powder on the edge of a knife

Mothers prized possession is that knife
Carefully hidden under the bed an wrapped in jean
She has seen things in her life

Once her father took brothers life
And the recurring losing theme
Led her to powder on the edge of a knife

Now daughter also experiences stffe 
Growing into a fragile teen
She has seen things in her life
Like powder on the edge of a knife 

Copyright © Alexis Olmstead

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Scared Child

Scared child, do not let her deliver your fate 
Shadow of iniquity - she wants you dead
Your post box must block her parade of sheer hate
To devour your self-esteem, that’s her trait
She’s full of elation if you’ve not been fed 
Scared child, do not let her deliver your fate 
She’ll make you believe she’s your passive soul mate
Unravel your dignity thread by loose thread
Your post box must block her parade of sheer hate
Blossom blushes and drifts from lack of weight
Scarlet scars on pure porcelain her words spread
Scared child, do not let her deliver your fate 
Fingers like splinters, what a mess she’ll create
Clogs up the plughole with limp hair she helps shed
Your post box must block her parade of sheer hate
Each hunger pang sparks an internal debate
Once dark, stiff as steel she slides into your bed
Scared child, do not let her deliver your fate 
Your post box must block her parade of sheer hate


Copyright © Felicity Lever