Justice

The night air is penetrating her skin
The brisk wind brings nothing but memories of sin
The noise is loud and it tortures her in her sleep
She thought it was only in her mind these secrets would keep

It narrows in on her and approaches quietly
Guiltily she rises from her sleep and is now able to see
The filth that is her soul reincarnated
Now she can see why she has been so reasonably hated

She is forever lost between the living and the dead

She never could fathom why she was trapped until she saw it shed

Each layer of her betrayal and years of the suffering she has caused

She thought she would be forgiven after all the years she had mourned

Now it encases her in a cruel and twisted world

One that will haunt her forever and never let her return

She will forever face her demons

Every time the sun sets he rears his ugly face

She looks into his eyes and sees her reflection

And knows justice has been served

And this life is now what she deserves

Signed

Patricia Hilton

Quarter-Life Crisis

My friend has decided to dabble in the writing world and with some thoughts weighing on his mind he decided to transfer them into a poem. I love the exprerssion in this poem and I think for a first attempt, he has shown incredible talent! So I will now share his words...

Close to three decades of blood, sweat and tears of joy

Tears of pain and tears of laughter

Memories of ‘back in the day’, weighed down by an overwhelming sense of underachievement

This, is my quarter life crisis

Still young at heart and young in the face as the doors of opportunity appear to slam shut, hit me in the arse and lock themselves behind me

“If I knew then what I know now”, as I write this apology to my 15 year old self

Filled with regrets, replaying episodes of the past 26 years I take stock of my assets

My health, my family, my friends

Money can’t buy me love and I will repay them all with my successes

So as I write this promise to myself in 5 – 10 years I am consoled by the thought that “Life begins at 40”

That was my quarter life crisis

Signed

GeorgeBradley

@MrGeorgeonline

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The Little Mermaid

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Her hair flows a fiery red

Thoughts of the land fill her head

Her beauty is intense

She has the frivolous ideas that make so much sense

She yearns for freedom and looks to the surface

This intense longing doesn't make her nervous

Happy to leave the world she has always known

Happy to leave the side of her Father's thrown

She wishes to embody that of another

She is trapped and feels there is only one way to recover

A promise she made and is destined to keep

For love, she has made the biggest leap

Signed Patricia Hilton

Note: Found this artwork on Deviantart and loved the modern twist on my favourite cartoon so I created a poem that reflects the story of The Little Mermaid.

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