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Crizz Pie Poem
MY POEM ABOUT DEPRESSION
A dark place, A wet slimy wall and a damp cold floor, A refusal to surrender or to be seen as weak and needing of support, a mask of two hands, one voice.
A pin hole of light above my head, a dusty environment imagination projecting the universe, A faint sound of life beyond the old well, curiosity takes me away from the worry and i forget i am alone.
The well fills up with water the more fascinated i become in the wonder of life. The clear water gives me choices, keep laying and drown or suffer the movement of change and survive.
A couple of days or weeks maybe month pass and now i can see all the sunlight coming from the opening of the well, i am still up to my neck in water and it soon starts to rain, slowly washing all the old thoughts away, there is now water flooding into the well and naturally i start to kick my legs, i don’t want to die, i want to be happy again in the sunshine. I go with the follow, my head breaks through the darkness into the light.
I push down on my weak arms and climb out.
Two feet, Two hands, One park full of a million voices.
Your amazing, your strong, the universe has your back.
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Crizz Pie Poem
The lace is not quite orange but not quite red somewhere in-between.
The beautiful patterns running around the hands and feet, brown on golden brown skin.
Her glossy lips are the same shade as her nails urban coral.
She looks shy but i know she’s wild, she has hair like a lioness.
She holds my hand and pulls me though the jungle of new adventures, i follow, her eyes are so big and hypnotic i am lost in the darkness.
She wears jewels placed on rose-gold.
She is everything i want to be, for she is strong and confident.
I too want be Made up in jewels, covered in lace, in a room full of loving family members and wrap up in the aroma of exotic spices.
Thank you for sharing your world with me.
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Crizz Pie Poem
Its 10pm and its bed time.
But I can’t remember your birthday! I can remember your kind oval face and big brown eyes and smile that said innocent inside.
10:10pm I remember your front door, your kitchen, living room, hallway, stairs and bedroom But I can’t remember your birthday!
10:20pm I remember sunny days in a big garden full of flowers, you playing on a rope swing hanging from the willow and you mother near you with a spade in the ground, But I can’t remember your birthday!
10:30pm I remember sleepovers and walking across to your house without shoes, i remember mornings of making crushed ice pop drinks and bread becoming toast, as we sat giggling next to an open fire But I can’t remember your birthday!
10:40pm I remember people being worried and you skin becoming pale. You lost your hair but never your smile.
10:50pm I remember i was too young to visit, so instead i thought about you a lot. I remember waiting for you to come and tell me that you made it safely.
11:00pm I remember you bright and shining you had become a star.
11:20pm I remember the for sale sign and Ashes under the tree for mother earth, I remember big hands holding mine and promises not to go to your house anymore.
11:40pm I remember your mum’s story about her goat and your dads Italian restaurant with fancy foods and dusty glass bottles with white and red melting candles, but i am sorry can’t remember your birthday!
11:50pm I remember my birthday filled with excitement then i remember you becoming a star the next day. I can’t remember your birthday but it’s ok my friend we share mine xx
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My age is measured by your age, your ability and flexibility controls and affects my life and time. We change with time; our roles in our friendship flips from new sliver to grey and worn. I am now analysing you as a person, adult, and mother. Now i am adult enough to judge you, no shhh i have an opinion.
Your parenting techniques were and still are questionable, but because you weren’t perfect you didn’t expect me to be. My little bright and shining star, my favourite. I look at you and see me, spending time with you is like spending time with me. Blank looks, confusion. I am me not you! you are everything i wanted to be, you are the true me desperate sad look. You are looking at my skin, my shell. I am the chosen one because i look like you? i am the one that gets to sort your things out when you die because i look like you! I am the one you will only listen to because i look like you? I am the one you say you will wait for on the other side for because i have your eyes. I am a sprit my soul trapped in a shell that belongs to you?, you are my human mum. I will look after you, i will dress you, feed you, bath you and hold your hand and listen to the same story over again, because it is the right thing to do not because you use to look like me.
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