Cruel Words

This poem is to all of you out there who've been bullied, abused or put down. Bullying is such a massive issue and affects so many people in really severe ways.

Don't listen to them,
They don't know you,
what you've been through,
They'll never fully see.

Don't let their cruel words hurt,
they only bark like dogs.
Their harsh words mean nothing,
zero, zilch, naught.

My love, you are amazing,
my sweet, you are strong,
you are kind, you are good,
you are perfect to me.

So don't take any notice,
of what those idiots say,
because you're beautiful, you are
in every single way.

© Alice Daley 2013

I feel so poorly

This poem is about a day in the life of someone with severe M.E. Not all my days are as bad as this but for some this is the harsh reality of every moment.

Even my teeth hurt, my pain is top to toe,

from the constant ache at the back of my head,

to the stiffness in my ankles and feet.

I cannot move, my legs are paralysed,
dead, numb, gone, like two lumps of meat,
sometimes my whole body is impossible to move.

It's too bright, the light burns my eyes,

the sounds rattle my skull, make it stop please,

it's too loud, I can't take any more.

My brain is foggy, words don't make sense,

I can't follow a line of thought yet my mind is racing,

Too much going on, I feel so confused.

I feel so poorly; sick, dizzy and horrid,

even laying totally still, breathing is exhausting,

thinking wears me out, will it ever end?

© Alice Daley 2013

The edge of the water

I wrote this poem one beautiful summers evening whilst sitting on a rickety old jetty on lake Taupo, New Zealand.

The edge of the water is calm,

The edge of the water is tranquil,

The edge of the water is my space,

To look, to listen, to think.

The water birds gently glide past,

The boats cruise by with ease,

Making waves in the cool water;

Ripples on the glass.

I sit at the edge in the quiet,

I lie at the edge in the still,

I rest at the edge in the silence,

In the warm, summer evening.

I ponder the meaning of life,

I think a billion thoughts,

I write out a thousand words;

These things in my head.

Down here I forget my toils,

Down here I forget my pains,

Down here I forget my struggles,

And I breathe deep.

The edge of the water is calm,

The edge of the water is tranquil,

The edge of the water is my space,

To look, to listen, to think.

© Alice Daley 2013

Hello Friends!

Dear friends,

This is a blog where I can share my more creative work with you; my poetry and writing. I'm not the best poet in the world or a world-acclaimed writer, but I enjoy it and thought since many of you read the poem I posted on my main blog; M.E. and my battles, I'd set up a special blog just for my writing. I really hope you enjoy reading my work.

With love,

Alice

xxx

© Alice Daley 2013