The trains were coming in and out of the station but she stood there motionless. Until she heard a voice. The voice that always gave her chills.
" Go on jump,right in front of the next one. End it all now,you know you want to you're worthless, nobody will miss you".
She felt the rush of air as the train went past.
Sweat soaked her body as she strained to keep her feet anchored to the platform. Her body began to shake.
" Are you okay dear?"
A woman put her hand on her arm. She could only look at her ,her voice would not work.
" Come on dear,let's sit you over here".
She led her to a bench helping her to sit down.
"I'll fetch a warm drink" said a mans voice.
Slowly the shaking subside...
Everything is different since you've been gone
My whole life and being has changed
I miss you every day
In the name of the love we shared
I will be strong
I will be different
I will celebrate all we had and did
Love always survives
Step out of the box
That comfortable box you made for yourself
Dare to be different
Make a difference
Celebrate the difference
It takes a strong person to be different
Dare you step out of your box
Oh no,oh my gosh ,I've got so many split ends ,I need to call my hairdresser right now!
Skylark challenge 157
Evie sat huddled over the delicate sewing, her back and shoulders ached and her eyes stung. She decided to call it a day.
She was excited by the challenge of the order, A dress covered in hand sewn flowers in pastel colours. It was the most challenging thing she had ever done and she knew it would be exquisite when it was finished.
The bride had been very clear on what she wanted and unusually had bought her fiance with her to the appointment.
She had bought hand drawn designs with her,painted in delicate watercolours.
She had said money was no object and wanted the delicate flowers made from the finest water silk.
Evie had been excited to be chosen to make such a wond...
The stars shine at night and I gaze up and think of you
The moon waxes and wanes indicating the passage of time and I think of you
The warm sun caresses my skin and I think of you
Raindrops wash over me and I think of you
The wind catches my breath and I think of you
My heart beats synchronizing with nature
My pulse quickens as I think of you
I feel you in the air I breathe
I smell you on the breeze
I hold you in my heart always
You are the reason I believe
Hate is such a strong word but it captured her overriding emotion.
It bubbled inside her like a thick fermenting sludge.
She didn't like how it made her feel ,sick and feverish,but she gave way to it as it was all she could do.
Tears filled her eyes and her chest ached from trying not to sob.
How had everything gone so wrong,she felt that he loved her but it turned out not to be true. Not true at all,so not true that he had left her to live with her friend. Apparently they had been having a relationship for a few months.
She had read it all wrong and that was what she hated.
She knew she had to be strong,had to get over this.
It wasn't going to be easy,she wasn't so naive as to think it woul...
You have taken my beauty and my talent
And made me into a star
You made me world famous
On stage and screen
And in every magazine
You have locked me in a glass box
For everyone to see
My every move,my every emotion
Is witnessed through its transparency
You have raised me so high
I can't get down
I can't smash the glass and be me
She was my queen,my everything. But on that dark day scurrying changed. A black page in my history book.
She went to the guillotine, an innocent woman. She faced it with poise and grace. She looked her accusers in the eyes and smiled her sweetest smile. She laid her head upon the block, I turned my head away.
I prayed for her soul,her beautiful soul, as I felt it fly away.
The cogs whirr with a metallic sound sending thoughts whirring through my brain
How did I come to this I ask myself ,again and again
Thought transference,thoughts not mine
Alienating my soul
In the name of progress is all they quote
Please,I don't want this future ,why can't you let me be
I'm not a machine,I'm skin and bone
With a personality of my own
I don't want to be an AI
I just want to be ME
I don't want to write a thank you letter to someone on letters,I want to write one to everyone.
Thank you for the privilege of reading such talented heartfelt writing.....inspiring.
Thank you for taking the time to read mine and leave such positive kind comments....heartwarming and confidence building.
Thank you to all the staff who set such interesting ,thought provoking challenges...inspirational and so encouraging and caring with your comments..
Thank you to Rebecca for the Skylark challenge...amazing,inspiring,I'm honoured to be in the Skylark nest.
Thankyou Jen for the amazing doodles....so talented
Thank you Drew for Letters...where would we be without your talent and support.
Word of the week
The big mistake
So I made a mistake,what about you are you so perfect you have never made a mistake. I don't need you to highlight my mistake,I know what I have done.
Why are you so angry,I'm not angry and I made the mistake.
Are you trying to make me feel guilty,well don't bother,I already do but I don't feel as guilty as you think I should.
Why do you tell everyone we meet about my mistake,as if its personal against you. Its like you relish the telling and want all the attention on you.
You seem to want them to sympathise with you that you are with someone like me. An imperfect person who deliberately makes mistakes. Aah poor you.
Well I'm telling you now if you act like th...
I can't read your face anymore
I don't understand your harsh words
I don't feel your tender touch
You're like a stranger to me
She smiled and felt so happy.But deep down she knew at some point this would all change. Nothing ever stays the same. After all,her fear became reality when the tide began to turn and creep towards her fairy castle. Soon it would be in ruins,washed away by the tide.
"Come on ,dad said,time to go home,we'll come back tomorrow and collect more shells and have a clean beach to start a new castle for the fairies to play in".
She placed her hand in his and whispered a sweet goodbye to the fairies.
For every mountain we climb we become as free as the birds wheeling in the wind currents. There is always another mountain ahead, it may be bigger than others. Face it with strength and fortitude ,taking your time and eventually your summit will be achieved.
History is past
Years gone by
Years that fly
Back to the present
Back to the future
Memories of the past
Memories in your heart
Threadbare from hugging
Threadbare from loving
Kisses so soft
Kisses so tender
Touches that hurt
Touches that care
Care for me
Care for my teddy
Love so strong
Love so true
Clouds in the sky
Clouds race free
Choice by pin
Pin stick in
In the past
Okay so I sat like you asked me
I tucked right between your legs
I sat like a very good dog
(Which I always am)
I've sat and I've waited
And you've just talked and talked
I know she's nice looking and all that
But you're supposed to be taking me for a walk
I really need a you know what
I really need to go
Can you stop smiling at her
I REALLY NEED TO GO!
Oh gosh she's stroking your arm
Does she think you are a dog
Doesn't she know you're mine,you belong to me
I don't know why she's screaming
I only peed up her leg
I'm marking my territory
What do you mean when I get home
I didn't want to write of sadness but this picture touched my heart
Your coat hangs on the peg
Your shoes stand to attention ,tidy underneath
Tears shine bright in my eyes
As I know you will never wear them again
Your coat hangs sad and forlorn just like my heart
Oh for just one more time
Where you stand before the looking glass
And twiddle your moustache
And I put my arms around you and say
Just like we used to do😓
She closed the book and kissed her daughter on her forehead and wished her sweet dreams. She turned off the light and left the room.
She stood outside the door and heard her daughter laugh with delight.
"Did you enjoy that Matthew,you can come out now ,she's gone" she heard her daughter say.
Jemma chattered away,as she had done the past few nights. She talked about all she had done that day and asked Matthew if he enjoyed it and what he thought about things.
Kate opened the door and switched on the light.
"Who are you talking to?", she asked Jemma.
Jemma pointed to the bottom of the bed,
" Matthew",she said.
"He loves your stories".
Kate looked to the bottom of the bed,there was no...
Word of the week
Grandma held my hand tightly. She struggled to speak,gasping for breath in between words.
"Ask Ida to come,I want to see her".
I reassured her I would ask her sister Ida to come . I didn't hold out much hope as Ida had not spoken to Grandma for nearly 20 years.
They had had a disagreement over their mother's clock. She had left Ida ,as the eldest,her wedding and engagement ring and Grandmother,as the youngest,her dressing table clock.
Ida had been furious,she wanted the clock. She thought it was far more valuable than a wedding and engagement ring.
Grandmother explained that she loved the clock and was not bothered about it's value. She loved it because it was her mother's. ...
You think I'm just a pretty face
You don't see my mind
You think I've got a good body
you don't see my strength
You see me as a woman,
You think I can't survive in a mans world
You see me as the weaker sex
You think you're better than me
Well if you really opened your eyes and mind
You'd see the real super woman that's me.
Your brambles and thorns tried to tie me down
Cutting into my skin
Tears of blood ran freely
As I cried from within
Some people called it a calamity
And cried out in distress
Some people called it outrageous
And called for your death
You tried to slay me with your words and actions
But I have the power to forgive
My third eye is my gateway
To my inner realms
I went to a state of higher consciousness
Where I found clarity and concentration
To conquer the challenge you posed
Within me I found courage and strength
To chop down your brambles and break free
Now I can truly be the me I want to be
You spent how much on a pair of shoes?!
Well they were in the sale
You spent how much at the barbers?!
Well he gave me a head massage and shave
We spent how much at the restaurant?!
But we only had a few drinks
Well the lobster was very expensive
I just didn't think
Maybe we ought to do the accounts together
And encourage each other to save
If we want to have our dream wedding
And not get married in a cave
Well set ourselves a budget
And live a simple life
And well save enough money to become husband and wife
I stand on the tideline of my life
Wading through deep scary waters
The waves have washed away my sandcastle
But on their crest they carry memories
Which push me to the shore
Where the sand has been swept clean
Leaving a blank canvas for my footprints
To make their own mark
The sky turned darker and darker as she walked towards the beach
This can't be a good sign she thought to herself.
She wrapped her shawl around her as the wind blew,wrapping her in its icy fingers.
She joined the group of women standing at the waters edge.
"No sign of them yet,they're three hours late" Mrs Macanelly told her.
Lily bit her tongue,she wanted to snap back at the woman that she knew how late they were.
The women stood scanning the horizon for any sign of lights or fishing boats.
"Lily love ,you shouldn't be down here in your condition,why don't you go home and lie down ,our Nancy will sit with you and we'll let you know the minute anything happens" Mrs Laughton took her...
Word of the week
Packing your clothes into bags
A very hard thing to do
I cuddle up to every item because they smell of you
I recall the happy times we shared
Occasions when you wore the clothes
Shopping trips to buy them
Places we would go
Packing your clothes into bags
Clothes you'll no longer wear
A very hard thing to do
Someone else will buy those clothes
From the charity shop
They'll do someone some good but
One thing I know for sure
They won't look as good in them as you did
They won't smell as nice as you
Packing your clothes into bags
A very hard thing to do
For the longest time the cat was locked up in a cage. Never to move freely,until she came along with her big eyes,kind heart and loving arms.
She used the bolt cutter to break the lock and opened the cage door.
She ran from enclosure to enclosure cutting bolts and leaving the doors open.
When she had opened the last one she ran to the compound wall and quickly scaled it to safety.
She sat trying to quieten her heavy breathing.
Suddenly the shouting started, she hoped the police and animal agencies would arrive soon. She had alerted them and told them to be there at midnight.
She heard a man shout,Quick get out the tranquilizer guns".
She smiled," too late for that she thought".
He's got the whole world in his hands
He's got everybody here in his hands
He's got the whole world in his hands.
A traditional American spiritual hymn first published in 1927
Attributed to being written by Obie Philpot
God created us and sustains the universe and everything in it
I wish I could bottle your poison
And put a stopper in the top
I'd hide the venomous fluid
In a safe with a combination lock
I'd jumble up the numbers
And not remember the code
For I know you would follow the scent
Of your ugly poisonous brew
For it is the essence of the horrible malicious you
You have shattered many lives
I've seen people quake and turn pale
You made my life a misery
With your poisonous malicious ways
I can feel your poison working
Through the pathways in my heart
I'm working on an antidote
But I haven't got there yet
But when I do
I'll be ecstatic to stand up to you
I can't wait for the moment
I'll look into your eyes and shout
"Your poison is goin...
I'm thankful for the years we had together
I'm thankful I knew love
I'm thankful we raised a family
And worked hard for what I now have
I'm thankful your death was peaceful
I'm thankful for your life
I'm thankful that you chose me to be your wife
I'm thankful your life was a happy one
And you did all you wanted to do
I'm thankful I am surrounded by love as I try to live my life without you