Willow

Staring through double glass,

At our tall white willow.

Thick window pass,

As I sink into pillow.

I want this to pass,

A painful memory.

Slipping school class,

To avoid my young enemy.

Stared into my mirror,

A double blot reflection.

Never run with scissors,

A youthful infection.

I can't help to believe,

My youthful distractions.

Only wanted to receive,

Less school letter infractons. 

Fighting playground bullies,

To stop unhelpful young males.

I'm pulling endless pullies,

A maze of dead end sales.

Sold out the American dreams,

No REM sleep for my head.

Rub my rash with Mums creams,

And time pass wishes in bed.

I don't know what this all makes,

Apart from a head full of pains.

A life full of heart breaks,

And nothing is to be gained. 

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Goodbye Mum

Goodbye, goodbye,

Goodbye Mum.

I'm so sorry, sorry for,

Being your son.

Your roast dinners,

Were something to boast.

But I'm sad u never got to live,

Ur days out by the coast.

I know u probably stayed,

To look out over me.

N I'm so sorry for them cops,

Breaking in urs with no key.

I know I was no good, 

At following your rules.

N I shouldn't hv been misled, 

By so many idiots n fools. 

You taught me so well, 

Probably better than school. 

But life is a bitch,

N I just acted the fool. 

The life that I wanted, 

Just wasn't in store.

N the life that I lived,

I just couldn't handle no more.

But I love u so Mum, 

Just pls know that it's true.

N all u did for me, 

Was more than u knew. 

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I'm Sorry Sis

I'm sorry sis, 

I'm sorry sis, 

I wish I knew. 

But to be honest, 

I ain't got a clue. 

I'm sorry sis, 

What did I do to u? 

I was your brother, 

But then we broke in 2.

I'm sorry sis, 

But I protected u. 

When we moved here, 

I took the bullying from u.

I'm sorry sis, 

If I became that kid,

Became ur bully, 

To stop other kids rip.  

I'm sorry sis,

If I was a twat at school.

But if I had to look,

There was just us two. 

I'm sorry sis, 

We couldn't make up.

I know I hung with bad,

Played in no super cup.

Im sorry sis, 

But u don't understand.

The life I had, 

Sure wasn't planned.

Im sorry sis,

I didn't kill ur friends bro.

What ur mad about,

I sure dont know.

I'm sorry sis,

If life at home was shit,

But to be fair,

U done ur fair bit.

I'm sorry sis,

But u got all the love.

N there I was,

A boxed off bruv.

I'm sorry sis,

That its now too late.

You'll get my share,

As I accept my fate.

I still love u sis,

Despite all I've done.

I can't say it to ur face,

But what's done is done. 

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My mother used to tell me....

My mother used to teach, n she taught me to always ask teachers why?

So I went off to senior school, and started to make Religious teachers cry.

Shut up, don't ask questions, there's just a powerful man sitting in the sky,

But how I'd say, explain to me, I wanted answers but the teachers couldn't comply.

Though in History class it was the single one, I never used to muck around.

My teacher was enthusiastic, and all our topics were ground n sound.

JFK conspiracies, CIA coups, interest was mine n very profound.

A star in exams I got, coz my essays were based on true historical background.

So then I did Media Studies at college, as I wanted to speak the real truth,

But got expelled within 3 months at 6^th form, by undercover blue.

So to tech college I went, to be taught about media owner bias, n writing to their tune.

N suddenly I realised I wouldn't be able 2 write what I could, so my plans lay in ruins.

So that's why I blog so much, coz I can tell the story I want and everyone should see.

It's got me kicked off multiple platforms, n even had the US Army cease n desist me.

I tell the truth to power as much as I can, and stick 2 fingers up to authority.

But when I try to discuss all this with my Mum now, all she wants do is drink her tea.

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