This will be the home for words in a somewhat organised manner of poems, short stories and reviews and anything else I may put up...shopping lists and to do lists maybe....but probably not.....

 

 

 

 

ALL COPYRIGHT- HOLLY ROACH

so hands off!!

 

 

To protect the innocent,

And especially the guilty

Names and faces have been changed,

Any resemblance to anything

Living or dead

Is purely coincidental,

For this, dear readers is

A work of fiction,

Or so the story goes

That you read in the night,

Alone in the dim darkness

Wondering how much of it is you,

The love,

The lust,

The hate,

The despair,

Was it hers to bare

That you made her wear?

The bit were she talks

About no amount of blood from a knife

Can hurt more than the wounds

That have been thrown

And stick like mud,

Was that your legacy to her?

To soil the purity to her veins

And banish love from out her heartbeat

Throwing your stones,

Well you never will know,

Cause you don’t talk anymore

And she moved back home,

Where you have never been

And no one knows of the kind of games you play

That cost her so dearly,

That no amount of gold,

After the fact

Can make up for,

So she calls to you

Through her wooden casket

Of paper and pen,

And shouts and screams,

All in her Sunday best

Quite voice and intensity,

And all you can do is watch her unfold

Where you can never reach her now,

Where you can never touch her again

To mend the scars that you made

On delicate skin,

And with the closer she says

 

‘As much as you are all the hurt

You’re all the love in me as well,

So without you there must be no me,

So I guess this is murder

Wrapped up in a suicide note’

 

And you just die for your sins,

Right there in the shadows and light

Of her voice,

And they’ll be no heaven waiting for you,

Just the eternal hellish pain of knowing

You loved her all along

With a love that left you speechless,

That no words could explain

To anyone,

Especially her.

 

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As you wait in the wings,

A broken man waiting to be beaten,

Fearing anothers tongue and hand

I stand before you,

Scrubbed up well for them

Unclear where my white flag of friendship is waving,

Or if it’s already been lost to the sea

Since our last talk at three,

Before I was summoned to be

The saviour or last nail in the coffin

You picked out yourself in solitude and shadows,

As every ounce of us becomes fair game

For them to pick and prey upon,

With a lynch mob in a suited attire

Watching every blink and swallow of truth,

As each biting of the tongue produces blood to hide

To match what you will shed

Locked away from them,

And then some more no doubt,

As the character analysis of your trial

Becomes my own assassination

As they rifle through our history

To see if it fits the story they’ve made of you,

That you laid the first bricks to,

As questions spew forth

Where facts fumble to keep up,

Trying to not be the final lock and key,

But truth cannot stay buried

And sins will not go unpunished,

The Bible told me so

As my hand felt its weight held for me,

The honesty of my ways spills forth,

Discrediting yours,

As they all were lies,

From the very first day to the last,

Before I flew the coop

To lead you to the slaughter house

With bars and gates.

As a quiet voice in a silent room,

Only looking to the floor

Admits to knowledge of a flawed man

Before the court,

But was the one who brought him forth

To atone and pay for his sins,

If that’s what they were,

But I couldn’t swear either way

For I’m not the one that’s on trial here,

Despite all your questions

And finger pointing to me and my years,

But a truth is a truth

And a sin is a sin

And that man is a man

So do with him what you will!

For truth be told,

And I just know the prosecutor will delight in it so

I’ve severed all ties and called it time

On any connection to my man,

Now stood alone,

So weather his right or his wrong,

In his ways and the crimes that his done

I can’t live with a life that is always on show,

Such drama doesn’t please me,

And so four years, plus more

Has come down to this

“What is your relationship with the defendant Miss?”

“Well simply put we dated…but no more”

 

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O Rapunzel, Rapunzel with your long

Glistening locks of L’Oreal hair,

Because you think you’re worth it

Fuck off and get yourself a criminal mastermind

To free you or your fortress of solitude and misery,

With your confining chains of brick and stone

And lock and key, bolted from the outside and in,

This free riding stranger is mine alone

And I don’t appreciate compromise, or time wasting,

After all it’s one and the same,

And to the death I fight, with fire and fright,

So I warn you girl,

And I’ll say it only the once

If you toss that main once more

I’ll scalp it off your head

To keep you away from my man and me!

Batting those baby blues

Like some caged, foreign fiend

Disguised as fragile things,

But if I were you girl

I’d stay up in that tower of yours,

As you have been warned

And it’s one strike and you’re out

For the Count

Who won’t ever get this deep underground,

While I’ll ride off with the Knight

That won’t ever be yours,

For I called dibs first on his wares,

And you best not cross me

Or that tower will be the least of your worries,

And it’ll seem like heaven up there

Compared to me and my ways!

 

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