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Cally Henderson Poem
Standing alone
On that cliff top
In the pouring rain
Alone with my thoughts
Watching the sea
Jump up at me
Its waving hands
Seeming to grasp for me
I walk and lean over the edge
Only for the hands to grow longer
Yearning
Calling for me
And as I step away
A mournful howl
And cries of how much better it would be
If I were dead
No cares no worries
No friends no pain
Everyone peaceful
Resting alone
And I stop and turn
Run fast towards the edge
and the mournful calls
Turn into gleeful yells
Encouraging me
To fly
Spread out my wings and fly
Insurances of you can do it
And I do it
I fly away
Away forever and the dark swallows me
The grasping hands now hold me down
I can see the light
The day and the sun shines
Now that I’m gone it shines
Brighter that any other day
And I smile in myself
No longer struggling
Being cradled in the arms of the sea
Held under and carried away
Knowing I’ve left home
A happier place.
Note: I wrote this a very long time ago now...
Copyright © Cally Henderson | Year Posted 2007
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There seems to be a problem inside my mind,
There are dragons roaring behind closed doors
Princesses scraping along prison bars
And usually dancing fairies trying to dig their way out
There are sparkling diamonds buried beneath mountains
Waterfalls quashed as boulders blocks the flow
Ogres growling for help trapped in the dark
And princes charging walls at strangelled cries for aid
Inside my mind feasts have been stopped
Werewolves howl, caught away from their prey
Vampires hiss in coffins sealed at the lid
And the Bogeyman’s stomach grumbles from the cupboard
Castles have gone into lock down
Confining courtiers to banging on the walls
Music’s stopped; deadly silence fills the void
And halts the laughter of children held within
Inside my mind Witches curse thick stockades
Gremlins circle cages threatening their captors
Goblins spit with rage within their boxes
And elves bug Santa who’s reflecting on the meaning of Christmas
Frankenstein smashes boulders that replace themselves
Ghosts sit in shock that they can no longer walk through walls
Kiss me Quick’s have no one to kiss
And fairy Tales have no ending at all never mind a happy one
Inside my mind everything has stopped
Trapped by blocks within my mind
And as I sit here watching scenes with nothing in
I and the things in my head curse the writers curse
Writers Block.
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Not top of list, not on the best kissed got no dreams to make me see sense
The world is a stage, but im stuck on a page, coz the script money’s all been spent
My hearts in a box, don’t know whose got the lock, so got no hope of finding the key
The arrow hit the mark, switched on the dark, so now no hope of finding me
Not prize of show, the last to know, the worlds been destroyed again
Can’t win the fight, not without light, so I’ll save you god knows when
The music’s the thing; Elvis was the king, till he finally lost the beat
The rhythm of dance, stopped taking the chance, so the debts going up in the heat
Wet cats and dogs, formed the slow cogs, of the Cacti’s long sought food
Followed a dream, wasn’t quite what it seemed, the journey dampened the mood
Life was an art, I was told by a tart, imprisoned by the light of day
The end of the world, stopped by a girl, she couldn’t it wasn’t the way
Tears aren’t the cure, need something more, time to turn to the drink
Big girls don’t cry, but it’s worth a try, if it keeps their heads out of the sink
Something quite small, is often a ball, coz it frightens something so big
An elephant cries, and a man nearly dies, as the mouse causes an elephant jig
What’s silly is life, on the edge of a knife, the cut short end of a play
An open jail cell, leading only to hell, the world is here every day
Still stuck in my box, can’t find the lock, still no hope of finding the key
But there’s a small chink of light, bearing up for the fight, so there’s a small chance
you can find me
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Kissed another yesterday
And as the dreams just melt away
Seems he's the best option there for me
We had fun while it was light
But I'm giving up the fight
Because there'll be no Victory that I can see
In the past we've had it all
Nothing there to make us fall
But now i've started down and theres no net
And in the darkness I can see
Theres no you and only me
And this other helped to get my ideas set
He pulled me to the edge
Drew my foot over the ledge
And now the world just seems too much to face
And as it tumbles down
And i remove my once held crown
I can see that I desereved my fall from grace
Once I lived for each new day
Loved you in every way
and kept the world still turning in my mind
But now I've tasted death
And all is better since we've met
And as this ideas set...I say goodbye...
Note: i do not plan on commiting any acts which this poem may indicate...its a feeling...not an intention...
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Copyright © Cally Henderson | Year Posted 2008
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A beginning to something...i don't know what exactly...but I like it as a start...or a chorus..although songs are not good from me...
"Paint me a picture
Tell me a story
That Doesn't end in tears
I need to hear a lullaby
To chase away my fears"
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His laughter filled the most vacant rooms
And his smile could light a thousand faces
His shape in the garden
Chuckling to himself
His dreams in his stories
Merging with yours
The strange tint in his voice
Clinging to memory
It seems he's among us even now
His bench still waiting for his weightless form
His twinkling eyes
Speaking only to you
His quick wit and laughter
Infectious to all
The ideals he carried
Even to the end
He lived as he wished others could
Smiled every day at every thing
Laughed so the world could follow
Sparkled in his own Irish charms
And dreamed to live the dream, rather than imagine it
A Lover, A Friend, An Uncle, A Father, A husband - more than a label - what he could see
the world to be - free.
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Let me be some other girl
Whose heart isn’t rooted in this world -
Whose tears don’t fall for sake of fears -
Whose dreams haven’t haunted her for years -
Let me be someone else’s dream
So nothing I feel is as it seems-
So all my darkness was really light-
So that all my wrongs were really rights-
Let my heart not be broken in two
That I hate myself for what I do-
That I destroy myself and all around-
That I kill the truths before they’re found-
Let my cries never be heard
Never listened to through spoken word
Never missed so never found
Never mourned for though in ideals ive drowned
Please let me be some other girl
Whose heart isn’t rooted in this world
Please let me be what I can dream
Dead to the world, please let me lose me.
(p.s i apologise for the depressive nature of this)
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This Pen, sits within my hand
Poised above a sea of white
Whose blue line waves
Crave the attention of blackend Ink
The pen a vessel for my mind
An escape into the open world
For the voice which cannot be voiced
And the ideas which cannot be thought
It is the creator of a fantasy
The delivery of all that cannot be
And in this pen lies my salvation
The pen is my tool, the idea my life
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