You think you’re one of the beautiful people.
Dare to imagine you can be one of us!!
No didn’t, never once
hadn’t contemplated that until you said
and still the answer was no
Not like them. I read books, so it made me odd, stood out
imagination marked me different, the reject in the factory
they commonly called school.
Made to stand in the bin, where rubbish belongs
voice of a cackling medusa like creature
who was purported to be an oracle, of knowledge
how could any child learn kindness
from a teacher who showed only childish cruelty?
Like pulling the legs from an insect to see
how long till it dies
You’d watch your victims, waiting
I could have made you stop I know
but damned if you’d ever see me cry, no matter
what you did, mind or body
words, jeers, slaps, pinches, no tears.
Granted, I could have made it so very easy, if only I’d cried
so you could be a heroine, the one of pity
taking pity on your object of malice.
Stubbornly refusing to play the game
not a pawn on your personal chessboard
I couldn’t see some of their fears
simply that you hated me,
and your example said they should too.
Escaping your clutches every day, and knowing tomorrow was always
too close by
still hoping if I read enough
I might escape into one of those magical worlds
where happy was ever after, evil witches were dissolved by water (I wish!!!),
and cold, hard hatred wasn’t tangible
daily tasting of brackish water
churning my insides with it’s spoiled solution
or maybe just the tears I swallowed,
so you never got your only wish, not from me
a single tear to see, polite smiles that was all
barked orders observed, followed
The intent growing to see just one single tear
slide down my cheek,
Never did happen.
A beautiful poem by Chimera Poetry
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You demanded to be called Uncle
never were you that
ruling with nastiness in your castle of fear
NO LIGHTS!! It isn’t dark
calling people stupid, bitch or worse as the mood took you
Mostly bad, laughing at your own nastiness
So clever weren’t you, Uncle not
you may ask why
but I will never in a lifetime
call you uncle without a snort of derision
Clicking your fingers, expecting service
thinking that a young girl would like your charms
fall for you
Ugly inside, warted, fat and dark
Surely davros was modelled on you, I thought
did all I could to give your scared lady
Told she was funny, beautiful, clever, wise
Everything you said she wasn’t
To me she was, it was no lie, no untruth
you demand I call you uncle, sit on your lap
could feel the bile rise in my throat
No, I’ll not do either, ever!
Turning purple you say what?
I won’t, don’t like you and leave her alone
Stabbing a finger towards my aunt
she’s sweet and kind, doesn’t need you
always telling her bad stuff, time to stop!
Feelings I couldn’t keep bottled anymore, the genie out
Look at my aunt, hope she’s not upset
A quiet smile of victory on her face
leaving the room so it’s not recognised,
stored up for later
Tell my mother I deserve a beating for that
Warned touch her once, just once
Looking at me menace in his eyes
Calling your Dad, see what he says
Go on, uncle not, I know what he’ll do
you should be afraid, he thinks you’re a pig
Inside you’re a small man who thinks he’s big
Unexpectedly, on my travels I find a place
A bank leading to a calm flowing river
soothing tree lined place of peace
feeling of contentment within me looms
my eyes though, seem to look through gauze
picture clear, yet unclear
familiar voice calls to greet me
I turn and speak, but this person here isn’t the exact person of now
rather a bygone era, almost a Polaroid, a negative
of a man I love, happier, younger.
You call me to sit, warn me I’m not to stay
we talk as the river flows idly by
I too am relaxed, but all too aware
that soon I have to depart for another world, time.
You tell me not to linger, don’t I know yet?
that all I need to do when I want you next ,is come here again,
you are here in your place, you will wait for me, but now is not a time to stay
I feel you hold me tenderly, then walk back, seemingly only two steps to the other world
Turning to wave you have disappeared and I
have returned and am in my bed once more.
Ailsa Cawley 2015
As you wander in your self created world
Trying to break lives, dreams and hopes
Falseness and darkness pour from your poisoned soul
while attempting to profess goodness and light
You are a friend, a brother of sorts
Coming slowly undone, edges frayed
Holes in your story
There is no light to look at you
you are seen as an obscurance to the sun
Not just a short eclipse this
It brings in the cold, howling gales, ice into hearts
and eventually blood.
Be warned now, simpering little man!
I smell your nastiness like a spoiled fish
I see the eyes flick and you touch people,
Like a snake with prey in sight
You think you will affect anyone I love?
Take extra care I may look especially quiet
like the volcano, biding my time,
My aim more sure though only one casualty
And you will wish you’d never breathed
Do not even consider hurting my loved ones
as your regret will outmatch any gain
Slip away quietly into your dark place
for not all darkness is as harmful as you
Much of it is just a place of welcome,
of calmness and peace
You even give darkness a bad press.
Ailsa Cawley 2015