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~ Madori And The Thugs ~
The way her mind worked wasn’t a walk in the park. In fact when she’d go for a walk in the park her thoughts would show her visions of all the possibilities. Rarely her anxious thoughts showed positive outcomes.
As she sits in the corner at the local dive, sipping her Madori and lime she dives back into yet another assumption based on suffering. Her eyes watch as a calculated man sits slumped in the opposite corner. Their eyes connect briefly before his gaze turns toward a group of men at the bar. Their loud characters and boisterous statures indicated they were out for a good night, but she couldn’t help but wonder if they were the type to pick a weak looking target and promote their ego with some late night fisty cuffs.
Her eyes scour the scene and then back to the loud group of men. They begin to stare in her direction and then the man’s. One hitting the other on the shoulder while prompting an introduction. She continued to analyse the room, wondering if any
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Literature
~ Superheroes ~
~  Superhero’s ~
She stands tall, rubbing her big blue eyes as the light glares in through the glass. Peering out towards society from her 10th story window. Watching as the busy footsteps walk towards a purpose, means of enjoyment or form of employment. She wasn’t really sure where they were going. Although she was sure it was somewhere. Analysing the way they walked, wondering how the curves on their faces represented a mood or level of satisfaction. She liked people watching, it made her feel so high up in her unit. Startled by the giggle that travelled past her. Little blonde curls attached to a mischievous smile. The smile of a growing child, prospering in the home of loving parents.
She placed him on her lap and pointed at the people outside. “Where do you think he’s going my little one?” She whispered softly. His grin turning into a smile of comfort and curiosity. His little hands caressed hers. Reaching out gently wrapping his tiny hands aroun
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Literature
~ Yesterday ~
~ Yesterday ~
I no longer want to live in yesterday’s shadow,
Where the sun never shines and mistakes feeds my sorrow.
Yesterday is the place of burdens and despair,
Where suffering captivated my mindset and life seemed so unfair.
So I choose to use yesterday for its purpose and no longer dwell on the pain,
I choose to use that misery for another use and gain.
Today where my possibilities delight and sore,
Today where I no longer need to even the score.
In this moment my decisions are based on prevention and deterrents,
Although yesterday tries to remind me of regrets and resentments.
So just for today I’ll think on what I’ve learnt,
Through the stings and times left burnt.
I’ll reflect on the ways I stood tall when my legs couldn’t stand,
When my loved ones reached out and offered a helping hand.
In this moment right now,
I’ll invite love and compassion that healing would allow.
So when yesterday crawls it’s depressing face back in,
Step back,
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Literature
~ Sanity and Tentacles ~
Opening her eyes she reaches her arm out slowly. Trying to grasp the bottle on the bed side table. Lurching that last inch attempting to lift it towards her dry lips. Drowsy from the long night before. Her head swaying while she attempts to clutch onto a singular thought, although unable to think with a clear mind. Blinking the sleep dust into the corner of her eyelids rashly. She begins to rub her eyes to move the dew drops forming. The light beaming in from the slit in the curtains. Pelting down on her tired eyes now. She moans loudly. Thinking of all the things her day had in store for her. Wondering whether she could muster up the strength to complete the tasks at hand.
The memories float through the door, like notes on a piano stand. Commanding the room and her mind all in an instant. She’s back there. The day she fought and lost. She’s there again. Afraid, tormented, scared. Transported to a nightmare while awake. She shuffles in her bed, wrapping the sheets around he
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Literature
~ Snake Eyes ~
He once had innocence not unlike hers,
He once had promise his mother remembers.
He had a normal child hood some might say,
How could he have acted out what he did that day.
His thoughts and fears slowly letting him drown,
No one seemed to notice how society had let him down.
His father yielding the iron fist of a hand,
A young boy taught dominance first hand.
He witnessed fire and ice every single day,
Learning about power with the gender roles at play.
He grew increasingly pulled towards dominant behaviours,
But society turned a blind eye to the eventual dangers.
One night his fantasy came to fruition,
In his mind he saw her innocence as his possession.
His snake eyes delighting in her screams,
Violence his answer for the suffering he redeems.
She holds onto the shame in dim candle light,
Years later still unable to forget that night.
She must have done something wrong others try to say,
Instead of directing blame toward a culture who said it was okay.
He feels no remorse or accepts
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Literature
~ The Arsonist ~
Light a match and watch it burn,
Notice how his stomach doesn’t twist or turn,
Walk away with his heart intact,
Blissfully aware of his impact,
A house left hanging by an easel,
Broken heart said the appraisal,
There’s ash in the air where promises once thrived,
He’s on his way towards the next victim when his last barely survived,
Glancing back to witness the destruction that has passed,
Smiling to himself he knew it wouldn’t last,
Because he liked the way the flame flickered brightly before it was about to go out,
He liked the way his manipulations created noise and doubt,
He liked the way the flames controlled the wood,
He liked seeing the destruction where a house once stood,
Every now and then he comes back to try and start the blaze once more,
Even though the house no longer has a flammable door,
He flicks and flicks trying to light it to the sky,
Irritation flows within his veins and he doesn’t know why,
Where ever he goes the tears and ash will fol
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Literature
~ Melancholy and The Calling ~
Bound and gagged by fears, she took a deep breathe and pushed against her prison. Gasping for air at every tug and thrust. Hoping to be free of what she could not control. Every time she tried to push against the ties restricting her movements, they seemed to close in on her. The claustrophobia had set in and she didn’t know whether they were only in her mind anymore. Even though she tried to push against them, they seemed to hold her there. Fixed, stuck and wanting.
She yearned for freedom of her own mind, of her turmoil, yet was pushing against an invisible force. Catastrophe itself. It was unnatural and could not be controlled. She had become unpleasant towards herself through living a life focusing on the rising tides. The feeling of the water sliding down her throat until she couldn’t take in anymore. Gasping, struggling, pushing against the current.
She lay in bed, in a pit of fear unable to do yet a simple thing. Succeed!
Wanting to love, yet fearing the pain. Wantin
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Literature
~ Hope On a Winters Day ~
She heard his voice and it sounded like hope on a winters day. Like the glistening light in her eyes, when the midday sun made her feel alive and able. The perfect amount of warmth she waited for each day. Her smile stretching across rose coloured cheeks. He had a way about him, as though they already knew each other’s stories, as though their stories were connected.
Strangers smiling at the thought of a mere connection that for some seems nearly impossible to find. She knew not of his pain or misery, only the way his passion made her feel alive, she liked that about him. Wondering when they might learn more about each other, but using the patience within her that felt unnatural at first. It was all practice and she wanted this interaction to be different.
To glide on the icy lake, focusing on the way it felt as the breeze swam past her cheeks. She often tripped on the cracks and found herself dripping wet after the many encounters of broken trust. She had become wary of being to
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Literature
~ Discovering my strength despite PTSD ~
The flashes come like lightning commanding the sky.
I’m sitting here feeling afraid with images flooding in and I’m about to cry.
My friends don’t know why my face just went white.
That man shouting just made me go straight into fight or flight.
My body is on high alert remembering the pain that has passed.
The flashes come and go although they don’t usually last.
My body starts producing adrenaline and cortisol for the threat at hand.
My eyes scour the scene, I wonder if anyone would understand.
I’m trying to retain my anger and not let out the fire that’s burning within.
I need to get out of here, how to stop this uncomfortableness but where to begin?
My friend comes closer putting her hand on my shoulder showing a friendly smile.
She can see my rabbit eyes darting and tries to take some of the stress from the pile.
I pause and begin to analyse my surroundings, noticing 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 things around me.
I fixate on what I can smell, hear, taste, feel
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~ Are We Just Too Busy? ~
Her legs wriggled uncomfortably in the chair, jittering away as she wrestles with the thoughts on her mind. Staring up at the sky where moments earlier the sun’s rays was so bright she felt her skin beginning to burn with the intensity. For a winters day it appeared she had underestimated the sheer brute force of the tropical weather’s wrath. Her pale skin didn’t fair well and she knew it wasn’t a good idea to sit directly amongst the light like this, but she enjoyed the warmth.
The clouds swam up above like there was a race to see who could take over the sky. Dancing with the streams of light that tried to escape around them. She sat there staring at the battle from beneath the clouds, wondering if the sun would emerge it’s head once more. Or give in to the cushiony swimmers that wanted the sky for themselves today.
There was one grey bird flapping around, as though it too was trying to find the path of light and chase it. She watched it flying around in
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~ Andrew and the Hawk ~
Andrew worked really hard. He felt he deserved a good night out with his friends for the Friday night celebration.
When he got to the party however he noticed a unicorn next to the records. He asked his mate “How did you get that unicorn to come to your party? I thought they were mythical creatures?”
His mate responded “Mate I just told him I knew he had always wanted to be a disk jockey and I needed a DJ, he was keen!”
Andrew looked at him, shaking his head. “No mate. You’re not getting it. Where the fuck did you find a unicorn?”
His mate looked at him shocked.  “Are you a uniphobe? They’re beautiful creatures man. I didn’t know you’d be like this. Look how he spins those disks. It’s kinda amazing isn’t it.”
Andrew looked down for a minute, kicking the dirt in disbelief. “There’s a bit of misunderstanding here it seems. Nah mate, I love unicorns. He spins a good disk you’re right
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~ The Climb ~
~ THE CLIMB ~
She was a slender woman, with great physique and a willingness for challenge. Sliding her way across the hardwood floors, stopping to take a peep outside the blank pane window of her living room. Captivated by the immense strength light embodies to fill up the sky. For the light surrounded in warmth prospers for the remainder of the day. Swishing at her face reactively, as a loose strand of hair distracted her peace while it tickled her nose.
Her focus now primarily towards the pine wood table where normally she would eat her dinner alone every night. She had never managed to secure a serious relationship built upon romantic intentions. While had found the fixation on her dreams to deem any sort of relationship to eventually fall by the weigh side to her passion.
Staring off into the distance plagued by the opportunities presented in front of her, yet still unable to make a firm decision. Two pictures lay before her, both breathtaking possessing their own magnificence in
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Literature
~ The Souls Destined For The Stars ~
~ Two Souls Destined For The Stars ~
The night sky touches the deepest parts of his soul, as he peers out from the curtains that separate the world from his room. He ponders on the wonders of the galaxy as his eyes dart from one star to another. Analysing each one, creating imagery in his wondering mind. Each one it’s own community and world of its own. Where maybe even, if he thought hard enough every person had their dreams acknowledged and fear wasn’t a running factor in people’s behaviours.
He turned away knowing it wasn’t real. For his only interests were in the truths of this world and uncovering the mysteries that kept him trapped in his own mind. He lay in bed alone. Unable to move, accompanied by the heavy air drenched in pains of the past. The air he unwillingly continued to breathe everyday. The bio hazard he hoped no one would notice. As it sucked through his airways suffocating him with every breath. Trapped in his own personal Hiroshima each day.
H
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~The war within the world, that lives within you~
There’s a war inside my mind.
It searches for images to create a picture to understand the reasons for why humanity has strayed.
The confusing search shows me things I’ve never experienced personally and some I feel deep in my soul. The thoughts that crush my internal core and those that give me courage to place my legs on the floor, instead of giving up on a society who’s caving in on itself.
Cultural flashes of people hurting and maiming others for something they could hold in a hand or that lay under their feet.
The big black boots full of pride, while they strip away another’s life and watch the light disappear from their eyes. Given many programmed reasons of why their actions were justified. Denying the truth, because it’s instilled in their beliefs that a life’s importance is based on which piece of earth they are standing on.
Countless wars fed off lies, deceit and societal manipulation. All strategically conducted so someone can live in a bi
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~ The freshly paved side walk ~
To place the pavers over yesterday’s past,
We start to reflect on where we were last,
To have a vision of the perfect side walk in our mind,
Although forgetting we need to lift up the broken pavers we’ve left behind,
Stomping down the pavers that won’t fit,
As though pushing through the struggle with determination and grit,
Fixating on the next area to lay,
Distractions come pouncing in like a leopard hunting it’s prey,
Checking the path again but forgetting a piece,
Walking on past to push the next one in with ease,
Not realising the broken piece was ignored,
To come back at a later time where old memories are stored,
Moving on to a patch encompassed in problem areas,
Knowing it’s time to put our back into it and start to get serious,
For now we have to lay new foundations,
So that the side walk can meet others expectations,
Unfortunately while focusing on other’s disappointment,
We forget how creating something can be full of enjoyment,
We continue
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~ The People Pleaser Diaries ~
The sunlight pierced her face with intensity. Her eyes blinked tiredly. Avoiding the all to evident time. The morning had come and she now had to remove herself from the safety of these four walls. Here she could spend time alone and focus on herself. There was no one asking her to fix them or enforcing their misplaced guilt upon her. She could just be.
Thinking of the day ahead she could feel the reluctance in her bones. Shaky legs that wanted to keep her under the coves and in denial.
She knew something had to give, looking at her calendar. A feeling of dread sweeping over her at all the requests and tasks for other people. Wondering why she felt so pulled to do them, or even agreed to them in the first place!
Quickly her hands fumbled through the washing basket, filled with unorganised clothing washed the night before. Finding something to wear she tip toed around the house trying not to wake her guest.
She always had someone filling her spare room. It was her job to be the dependab
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The way her mind worked wasn’t a walk in the park. In fact when she’d go for a walk in the park her thoughts would show her visions of all the possibilities. Rarely her anxious thoughts showed positive outcomes.

As she sits in the corner at the local dive, sipping her Madori and lime she dives back into yet another assumption based on suffering. Her eyes watch as a calculated man sits slumped in the opposite corner. Their eyes connect briefly before his gaze turns toward a group of men at the bar. Their loud characters and boisterous statures indicated they were out for a good night, but she couldn’t help but wonder if they were the type to pick a weak looking target and promote their ego with some late night fisty cuffs.

Her eyes scour the scene and then back to the loud group of men. They begin to stare in her direction and then the man’s. One hitting the other on the shoulder while prompting an introduction. She continued to analyse the room, wondering if anyone else had noticed what the potential outcome might be.

A tall dark haired guy struts towards the shy gentleman minding his own business. “Oye!!!” He gargles towards him. His mates quickly follow. “Hey mate!! Bit quiet aren’t ya Fella..” Another adds. Trying to show some dominance.

The shy gentleman looks up cautiously, giving a slight smile. “Uh hi guys. Just having a well deserved night out. Hope you guys have a good one yeah!” He promptly jumps up and begins to attempt to walk past them.

“Mate what do you think you’re doing? You don’t like having fun or something?” The dark haired man spurts condescendingly. One of his friends tapping him on the shoulder to applaud his taunts.

“Just trying to avoid trouble and get home fellas” The shy gentleman responds. “So uh. Have a good one yeah. Don’t let me stop ya fun ha.” At an attempt to keep the situation level.

“Oye mate.. He thinks we mean him harm hahaha. This fucker is insulting us man! He reckons we’re those fuck knuckles that glass a guy in the face, or king hit them, or somethin!” His friend laughs joining in on the conversation “Yeah, we’d much prefer to hit them where they can see it coming and then take their cash to enjoy the rest of our night.. Ya like that do ya quiet fella?”

“My name’s Terry by the way.” He replies calmly “And I’ll be heading off now if you don’t mind”

“This guy thinks he’s leaving Doc. He thinks we’re letting him insult us and leave. Yeah, fuckin right mate!”

She stares at the ruckus going on in the corner, envisioning every possibility. Fear flooding her body, her legs begin to shake. Wanting to go and help him, but unable to speak. She doesn’t want this man to be hurt, but can’t help him. She’s stuck in her own thoughts and she wonders whether it will be her fault if he’s hurt.

Terry looks at the 4 men standing in front of him, checks the scenery and notices security not far away. He tries to remain calm and promptly sends out a sharp whistle to alert them of what’s going on. Continuing by waving his hands in the air. Before he can turn back to look at the guys holding him up, he feels an intense knock to the face as he’s hit by one of the gentleman. Security looks over and begins to stroll towards the rumble.

Terry falls to the ground and manages to get out “Well that was uncalled for gents.”

She finally feels able to do something. Lunging off the chair and towards the stranger who had been hit to the ground by this unprecedented attack. “STOOOOOOP IT!!!!” she screams across the room.

The dark haired man looks over at her running towards him. “Oh ya missus is coming to save ya! Ha fuckin wall flower much! Oh you two are a pair. Now give me ya wallet before security gets here or I’ll hunt ya down after you leave. Then you’ll wish you gave me and my friends a good night!”

She hurries toward the man on the ground. Looking at the guys huddling around him “Are you all happy with yourselves? Why have you done this? If you want to fight for money why don’t you go and do it in a ring! Or do you not think you could win against a willing opponent? Please leave before I post this video I was recording of you all evening. Your names, faces and behaviour all over the Internet. Just one press of a button and it’s up for everyone to see.” She pulls out her phone, putting her finger closer to it.

“Oh FUCK!!” Doc groans. “This isn’t the last of it bitch!” He grunts as his friends rush towards the door and he quickly follows.

She points to the security “Please arrest them, I saw the whole thing. They assaulted this man without any reason other than to rob him of his money.”

The security guards nodded and immediately rushed out the door.

Terry looked up at her. “Wow, did you really record them that whole time? That’s smart thinking.”

“Haha no. I just thought it might deter them from hurting you any further” she responded cheerfully.

“I’m sorry I didn’t step in earlier. I just wasn’t able to get to you. I sometimes let my fears take over. I should’ve just pushed through it. Maybe then you wouldn’t have been hurt. I feel partly responsible. I watched and did nothing.”

“What! Are you serious!” Terry questioned. “You did everything and more for a lowly stranger like me. Thank you. Truly.”

She smiled “Well I’m just glad I could do something and that you’re okay.”

She snaps back into reality. Realising that was all apart of her imagination. Looking over to see Terry still sitting in the corner where he was before the vision had rushed into her mind, distorting her previous moment of bliss and madori.

She cautiously glances up towards the bar noticing the men staring at her and then him. Realising that maybe everything she had seen might actually happen. What if she could prevent it? This time perhaps she could do something.

Quickly jumping out of her seat and rushing over to Terry. Smiling at him and putting her hand out towards him. “Hi Terry I’m Samantha.”

“Ohhh uhhhh Terry.. But I guess you already knew that. Wow.. Have we met?”
He looks up at her strangely. “Well technically but not really yet.” She responds awkwardly.

“Righhhht.” Terry answers. “So Samantha Care to explain then? For curiosity’s sake.”

“One moment.” She quickly spurts. Watching the 4 men walking over towards Terry and her sitting together.

“Hey Doc, don’t think about robbing this man. We know all about what you and your friends do. Just giving you a warning, we have you all on camera. There’s an investigation going on and the thing is, I thought maybe if I sent you a friendly warning the big guns might not come by tonight and lock the lot of you up.”

“WHHHAAAAT! Oh my gawd. Doc did you hear that. Shit. Let’s get out of here.”

Samantha and Terry watch Doc and his muscle bound friends run like scared little girls towards the door and out of their lives.

She gestures towards an alternate exit. “Let’s get out of here just in case they come back. I’ll explain everything if you want, but let’s put it this way.. I didn’t want to see you get hurt again by those thugs. There’s a bowling ally around the corner if you’re up for a challenge? Sound like a plan?”

Terry gazed at her briefly, looking dumb founded. “Uhh I suppose I should say thank you. I’m not even sure what just happened. Confused and intrigued shall I say. Yes to the bowling alley my lady haha! Where you shall keep me safe and out of danger once more!” He spouts sarcastically. As they walk towards the door, neither know why they met and what is to come next. Although fate had brought them together for some reason, maybe it was to save each other, perhaps it was another reason entirely. She hadn’t figured that part out just yet.

~ By K.F ~
~ Madori And The Thugs ~
A fictional story about the very real threat of going out to have a good night and finding people with a little too much liquor in them. With a little too many bad intentions.
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~  Superhero’s ~

She stands tall, rubbing her big blue eyes as the light glares in through the glass. Peering out towards society from her 10th story window. Watching as the busy footsteps walk towards a purpose, means of enjoyment or form of employment. She wasn’t really sure where they were going. Although she was sure it was somewhere. Analysing the way they walked, wondering how the curves on their faces represented a mood or level of satisfaction. She liked people watching, it made her feel so high up in her unit. Startled by the giggle that travelled past her. Little blonde curls attached to a mischievous smile. The smile of a growing child, prospering in the home of loving parents.

She placed him on her lap and pointed at the people outside. “Where do you think he’s going my little one?” She whispered softly. His grin turning into a smile of comfort and curiosity. His little hands caressed hers. Reaching out gently wrapping his tiny hands around her pointer finger. He smirked and then mimicked his mother’s behaviour. Pointing to a lady and mentioning “Weee herth garglle blagfer hather Ma?” She smiled at him, stroking his face sweetly. “She might be darling. I’m not really sure. She could be a super hero, off to save the world and yet, all we see is a mother with a pram. I guess we never really know what another person is capable of unless we truly look.. Hmm do we?”

The little curls darted away from the glass and towards the lounge room. He grunted while shuffling and squirming to attempt the height of the couch. It was such a tedious job for a little one. Managing to climb the mountain in front of him he gleefully clapped his tiny hands together. Staring at his mother waiting for her praise. She turned to see him sitting apprehensively on the sofa and mentioned “Oh you made it up! Well great job little one! You are truly a big success. Mummy can’t wait to see you climbing bigger and bigger mountains in your life. Although if you ever feel like you may fall, ill be here to catch you.”

The bright curls bounced back and forth as he jumped up and down on his bottom. Congratulating himself in the best way for a small person.

She walked away from the window, knowing that her purpose was here. Some days she couldn’t help but feel pulled to know what was going on outside those walls. What meaning others had found, although held hope they could feel the joy that rushed into her like the first day she had looked into his eyes.

The ones who mattered to her, knew how much love she held in her soul for her child and she often felt very supported by them. She was grateful for having them in her life, like a lamp in the dark on the days she needed to be seen.

She placed her cape on quickly. A cape that only some could see. The one that meant she was a hero to someone that saw her flaws, helped her face her fears, but also saw her courage and the love only a parent can have for a child. Her eyes felt alive when she held him close. It was something that made her complete each day. Knowing she could tuck him into his bed and keep him safe. Just as Batman did for Gotham. She was this child’s joker, yet protector. She had laughed and cried with him as he grew. Just taking day by day hoping she could keep him safe.

As she placed her feet up for the night and could release her thoughts inside, memories of her life flooded in. It wasn’t a life of luxury, or leisure, but it was full of love and lessons learnt. She loved learning about how others thought, how they struggled and how they felt about things.

She was on a new voyage called parenthood, but still wanted to sail the minds of others for her continued journey. She knew that wasn’t wrong to want to be the best person she could be and show her little one a great role model, not a perfect one. Just someone real, who would do her best in this life. She wanted to provide honesty and kindness to those she knew, yet still strive for more.

She was only human. Someone who made mistakes, felt alone sometimes, placed effort into the things that mattered and wanted her needs met. Her new journey wasn’t always easy, but she loved the opportunity that was right in front of her. To be the light in not only her own life but in the person she loved the most. That little boy saw her cape flying in the breeze with every sleepless night, every caring word and every hug goodnight. Where the mother saw tired eyes, this young boy saw his saviour and he was happy she wanted to wear the cape for him. He was grateful to have a mother like her. For she saved him everyday with her love that was bigger than a heart could hold.

~ By K.F ~
~ Superheroes ~
A very real depiction on motherhood, caring for someone and the deep thinkers of the world. Inspired by a friend and her just doing as she does. She’s amazing I love her.
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~ Yesterday ~

I no longer want to live in yesterday’s shadow,
Where the sun never shines and mistakes feeds my sorrow.

Yesterday is the place of burdens and despair,
Where suffering captivated my mindset and life seemed so unfair.

So I choose to use yesterday for its purpose and no longer dwell on the pain,
I choose to use that misery for another use and gain.

Today where my possibilities delight and sore,
Today where I no longer need to even the score.

In this moment my decisions are based on prevention and deterrents,
Although yesterday tries to remind me of regrets and resentments.

So just for today I’ll think on what I’ve learnt,
Through the stings and times left burnt.

I’ll reflect on the ways I stood tall when my legs couldn’t stand,
When my loved ones reached out and offered a helping hand.

In this moment right now,
I’ll invite love and compassion that healing would allow.

So when yesterday crawls it’s depressing face back in,
Step back, reflect and think on the new journey only starting.

~ By K.F ~
~ Yesterday ~
A poem about sorrows from the past, and opportunities claimed today. Life, strength, and change.
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Opening her eyes she reaches her arm out slowly. Trying to grasp the bottle on the bed side table. Lurching that last inch attempting to lift it towards her dry lips. Drowsy from the long night before. Her head swaying while she attempts to clutch onto a singular thought, although unable to think with a clear mind. Blinking the sleep dust into the corner of her eyelids rashly. She begins to rub her eyes to move the dew drops forming. The light beaming in from the slit in the curtains. Pelting down on her tired eyes now. She moans loudly. Thinking of all the things her day had in store for her. Wondering whether she could muster up the strength to complete the tasks at hand.

The memories float through the door, like notes on a piano stand. Commanding the room and her mind all in an instant. She’s back there. The day she fought and lost. She’s there again. Afraid, tormented, scared. Transported to a nightmare while awake. She shuffles in her bed, wrapping the sheets around her legs like a straight jacket on a writhing chest. Her heart beats so loudly she can feel the plundering in her throat. Her tongue scratches the sides of her mouth like the lizard whipping it’s tail in the sand before the snake engulfs the rest of its body. Her mind is in a chaos. She feels alone. Eyes scouring the room, looking for some thing to pull her back. Clawing at her own fear trapped within the shell of a smiling victim.

The crashing of the waves swallowing the rocks as she clings to the one that hasn’t been affected by the rising tides yet. She often felt like a jelly fish with no sting waiting to be eaten by a great white. Not knowing why she never found another squishy friend just as vulnerable and transparent as her. Floating through the ocean searching for a home. Although she wondered if there ever was a home for her. Do jelly fish even have homes? Maybe the ones that have a sting wrap themselves around each other to create a shield,  so that even sharks jaws couldn’t penetrate the bond that they all shared. Friendship, the biggest sting to the lonely and unloved.

Her transparent body sent adrift, pulled by the current. With no purpose, no direction and no will to find her sting.

She would often play out stories in her mind that created confusion. Going in circles with different situations, faces and questions. Although the misdirected reflective process hadn’t appeared to always end in failure, she found herself unable to place her tentacles onto the cause of her internal turmoil.

On this day she breathed deeply. Walked calmly out onto her veranda and screamed to the world “I am not a Jelly fish with no sting! I have a purpose!” Strangers gawking at her tired frame. A young gentleman glancing toward her slender legs dangling outside the shabby robe. Smiling To himself. She looked towards the cement for a moment. Her cheeks glistening from tears. She felt embarrassed and wasn’t even sure why that action was needed. About to head back inside shamefully. Before the young gentleman called back “So what if you are! Maybe now I won’t need to carry an antidote”. She chuckled profusely. ‘What was wrong with this guy, why would he respond to her nonsense’. She thought to herself.

She shuffled back towards the edge smiling. Looking down towards him awkwardly “Umm hi.. I’m uhh Heather. The mm Jelly fish lady”. He laughed while making his way towards her stairs. “Do you want to come down? I mean I’ll wait for you to get changed.. ha.. unless you want to wear that out? Maybe we could find out what happens to a Jelly fish lady in water? I mean the beach is right there and why waste a perfectly good opportunity to talk to someone so bold. I’ve only just moved to the area and I’m kinda glad I stumbled upon you. I really don’t know anyone here, sooo come on then?” His face presenting a curious smile.

Her legs moved faster than her fears. Leaving them on the balcony where they were trapped with her tears from moments earlier. Quickly dropping the robe and chucking on something she’d thrown on the floor the day before.

Popping her head out of the door and calling down “So what’s your name?”

“Ben” he smirked. “Nice to meet you Jelly fish Heather. So let’s get going yeah.”

She shuffled awkwardly.. “It’s nice to have company. I mean I normally wouldn’t answer a strange man yelling out to me from my porch, but I guess I wasn’t having a good morning and it was nice to not be invisible, you know..”

He shook his head “No ones invisible, it’s just about who’s watching. Good thing you went all nuts on ya porch otherwise we’d both be alone right now and where’s the fun in that, come on Heather let’s get our feet wet.”
~ Sanity and Tentacles ~
A story about fear, trauma, opportunities, friendship, isolation, self doubt, expression, insomnia, chances and the weird thoughts that run through my head.
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He once had innocence not unlike hers,
He once had promise his mother remembers.

He had a normal child hood some might say,
How could he have acted out what he did that day.

His thoughts and fears slowly letting him drown,
No one seemed to notice how society had let him down.

His father yielding the iron fist of a hand,
A young boy taught dominance first hand.

He witnessed fire and ice every single day,
Learning about power with the gender roles at play.

He grew increasingly pulled towards dominant behaviours,
But society turned a blind eye to the eventual dangers.

One night his fantasy came to fruition,
In his mind he saw her innocence as his possession.

His snake eyes delighting in her screams,
Violence his answer for the suffering he redeems.

She holds onto the shame in dim candle light,
Years later still unable to forget that night.

She must have done something wrong others try to say,
Instead of directing blame toward a culture who said it was okay.

He feels no remorse or accepts any fault,
Her life completely changed after that tragic assault.

She’s scared to be close to any man now,
Feeling the breathing down her neck while imposing blame on her somehow.

She’s confined to her house suffocated by fears,
He has no idea how she shivers every time a shadow appears.

If only someone had shown him when he was a boy,
There is a way to behave that doesn’t destroy.

His tarnished soul impacts like shards of glass,
Acting learned behaviours from a culture’s free pass.

~ By K.F ~
~ Snake Eyes ~
A look into Rape culture, Sexual assault awareness. The impacts our culture, gender roles, domestic violence, porn and witnessing acts of violence has on our young people. I hope to help educate people on a broader perspective. Hurt people, hurt people.

It’s not the monsters and then us. We are not separate. We all need to be accountable and educate our children on protecting themselves, speaking up against domestic violence, rape or degradation of either sex. These types of communication show acceptance for bad behaviours. It promotes an accepting society towards violence against victims. Women or men.
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