i wake up to the gentle lullaby

of pitter pattering rain.

curled under my soft covers,

without a single care for the world.

the world, the world is quiet.

all except for the train echoing,

the baby birds chirping.

the rain is my friend.

each drop has her own story.

o, how i find so much comfort

in hiding in the pleasant warmth and darkness,

listening to the euphonious rain.

We fell in love the night we met

I thought we would spend forever

There was always something missing

And the radio will never cease reminding me

"And suddenly, all the love songs were about you."

-Unknown

@Danceinsilence

.

insanity tastes like liquor... or so they tell me in the night

but others say it just tastes like the last bitter kiss of a lover scorned

and there is something to it... I felt that before

just a lot of madness after that last drop of bitter water

mixed with swollen lips and a guilty conscience

Does this drive you crazy?

The nagging words in your head

or the smoldering ideas that run under that hammering skull?

That dirty mind of yours... I thought you had it cured?

I thought so too, but then I started to enjoy all the dark places that it took me

Try some pills... my imagination takes me further

Ever tried reality? over and over again, got me into a lot of trouble

the law doesn’t agree on my current state... but makes no difference

because the doctors stamped the yellow papers... the pink pills taste bitter too

the burning water does me more good

What did you ask before? What is insanity to me?

insanity is the madness in my eyes

perfectly reflected in yours, when you ask me

all

those

questions

Pass me the glass, love... I will fill it up for you, you look thirsty.

.

its been a rough year so far

I put the key in this car

still haven’t even pushed the Gas

life going to fast

I hit a brake couple times

to rember where I came from

I promise you I won’t be last

Life is a race , I been trying get ahead of the game since 06

I built myself from bricks

I slip up a couple times

I can’t even Lie

this heart of mine get in the way

so I riped it out

Today

I hit the grind

you’ll be eating the rind

of me

I am the orignal

Should have never set out to make a remix

I won’t be your prefix

you can keep your last name

you the only one to Blame

she went out , came back a bad bitch

she eat your soul , like a savage

I am causing Damage ,

I am out here ravaging for the dollar

The only lips are kiss are benjamin’s

you like a dog with a collar

they say I am diffrent

I say its that estrogen

I wasn’t raised a wimp

ain’t been nobody’s Pimp

I replaced this Tiara with a crown

I ain’t Nobody’s Princess

You already Lost my intrest

if I ain’t your Number one

then I am done

I will walk off , The way I came into this world

Alone

you can leave a message at the tone

I ain’t picking up this phone

you say u need me

tbh boy just not my cup of tea

you say I am player

baby I learned from the best

I put those testes to test

leave your balls on blues

don’t worry I left some clues

check your inbox

made me out to be the bad guy

I told you had the baddest in your sheets

I warned you , you act like a fool , I will have you listed as a Feat.

you know how it is , I put this heart on a speaker

They press play to the beat

do you feel my sting ?

rush of my heat

Take a seat

don’t worry I leave this murder scene neat

it’s just your represenation

I embody the past , resurrection

you thought you could kill me

I am a phoniex

I dress in the devils Fabric Lynx

I rose from Hell with a smile

you see The Bruises Healed

The Scars peeled

and I threw down This shield

I stand enfront of The world

rebirth

Born again

arised from The flames

You see I haven’t been the same

Its hard to let go of the pain

to see what you do gain

its hard to smile

when you been drowning in a nile

you see I came from the Pits of hell

I still wish em well

Hope they dwell

on the person they want to be

I just Know I am gonna keep being Me

I plea

with the demons of past

to lay a rest

I still get on my knees and pray

that they will have their day

I just know , I am here to stay

I will hang the noose

and leave revenge for Karma

and you see mama

taught

me

don’t eat at the tables of demons

see I push away from the keyboard

and swallow my anger

I won’t let my emotions be my strangler

I won’t be your Pinnochio

Life taught me ...,Silence is strength

Don’t worry , I will put my pen to paper

and create acid using the alphabet

I go back in time

with the pen,

its been a rough year so far

I put the key in this car

still haven’t even pushed the Gas

life going to fast

I hit a brake couple times

to rember where I came from

it all started on Vienna Blvd

cigar smoke

so thick the paint chips fall off

to reavel the truth

there I learned .....Revenge is for the games of babes

I glide my hand across the desk , and collect my check

and Hit the gas

sucess is the most polite way to tell someone to shut up

rember where your going , but where you came from .......

it ain’t never been easy for me babe , rember that when you loving me

#the streets own you , you don’t own the streets #sucess is the only way to beat mind #you can do better #save revenge for karma #they say you would be nothing , Because they are nothing #bottom feeders never seen the top

Hey everyone!

Long time no post. I’ve been absolutely slammed but while I have a minute or two, I thought I’d check in and let you know what I’ve been up to and let you all know about some exciting opportunities.

Some of you will remember the Letters from Prison Portal here, where Paul and I would visit prison, teach writing workshops, and post their pieces here. This is where PoetsIN was born. Paul and I realised that writing was a form of therapy and the prisoners were reporting astounding results.

After parting ways with Prose, we tailored our groups further with an emphasis on rehabilitation, mental illness, and suicide prevention. We began to measure the outcomes of each session, and over a set period of time had evidence that what we do worked with 99% of the service users. To put this into perspective, CBT in the UK via the NHS works in 48% of the cases they work with. If CBT doesn’t work, the service user is given no other therapy. Talking therapy such as counselling is no longer provided on the NHS because that was only successful 29% of the time, which is way below the threshold of success the NHS will work with.

With our 99% success rate we went to the UK Charity Commission. Wrote our governing document, recruited 5 trustees, filled in a ridiculously long application form to register as a charity, and submitted it. Then we waited.

Whilst we sat thinking of all the things we could’ve included in our application but didn’t, and worrying about all the things we may have done wrong, we carried on with our groups. Expanding them and trialling new techniques and measures of capturing data to ensure maximum impact. We got such good feedback from the prison directors that we were offered a grant from a trust for $50k - before we were even a charity - which is unheard of. Visit www.poetsin.com/testimonials to see what people have been saying about what we do.

Four months passed and we finally received our answer. We’d done it! We were a charity.

Since then we have won three awards. We were named Mental Health Heroes 2017 alongside Talia Bennington, Mental health workshop provider of the year 2018, and Nonprofit of the Year 2018. We have also employed some faces you may recognise. The lovely Karen, who used to design Prose images, the badass Lish, and we’ve just hired a wonderful fundraiser, Pippa. MilesNowhere and Amanda Cary have also joined the family and have been vital to PoetsIN, and my own personal sanity.

We are now a week away from launching online writing therapy groups that people can access from wherever they’re located, along with in-community groups external to prisons across certain parts of the UK to begin with.

We also have a growing Facebook Group (www.facebook.com/groups/poetsin) that is full of old faces from here and new faces from beyond, along with a website that has mental health and writing blogs galore.

We’ve opened our own publishing company, PoetsIN Publishing, that offers the best royalties EVER and any royalties taken by PoetsIN Publishing are all ploughed back into the charity to reach more people who need our help. The best thing about the publishing company is that we want to publish poetry. Many traditional publishers don’t. We do. We are publishing print and eBooks, and have already accepted submissions that will be released this year.

We have a current challenge running for an anthology. Our first anthology open submission call was a huge success and will be published within the next month - we’re just putting the final touches to it. The current submission call is on the topic of addiction, and you are all more than welcome to submit! The more the merrier. Visit this link to submit https://buff.ly/2EdHxwe

Those of you in the UK should come down to our huge all day fundraising event in Camden, London 28th July. It is being held at the iconic Nambucca venue that has housed Oasis, Blur, and many more. We have a full day of amazing lineups from spoken word poets, comedians, and acoustic and indie music. All acts are donating their talents and time to us for free along with many companies who have donated prizes that we will raffle and auction off at the event. We also have a Skydive coming up in September, more details about that can be found on our social networks.

There have been people that doubted Paul and I - along with our mission - but our determination, skills, and experience have served us well, built our confidence, and given a much-needed lifeline to those that truly needed keeping safe.

Setting up a charity is far harder than setting up a business, and if we can do that, you guys can do anything. One word, one poem, one story at a time.

Paul and I both hope you’ll join us elsewhere on the interwebs but in the meantime, write on!

#PoetsIN #PoetsINPrison #Charity #NPO #Publishing #WritingContests #GetPublished #Poetry #InsideOut

The lights are out ,i sent in the daunting silence

Awakening the Aura the trembling tremors of taunting thoughts

Suppressed sundowns , satire sunsets slapped across a sloppy smile

Grumbled out I am fine

Eyes glossed over , grazed cover thighs criss-crossed razor sharp lines

Tyranny tears , body shakes over the coffin , i created in my bed you see I ripped out the cotton in the middle of it and stuffed my body in there

The demons came again , this time they had no mercy

Drinking of your own blood wasn’t enough

Tied a noose around your neck around that dreaded word Love

You held on until the love you’s stopped

And the razor slits wasn’t enough to keep you sane

You implanted in my brain , this high I can’t seem live without

I popped pills , placed on pretty plate and try to eat the bullshit

But i kept vomiting the truth even if it kills me

I down another shot , I reload every time the last one aint strong enough to pull the trigger

I plant my headstone at this place , i used to call this place home

I fade into the ghost , I always wished to be

I’ll kiss the lips of the devil and call it a revial

See my soul is black and blue

Bruised from baby boy blues and batterd cotton candy kisses that taste like liquor tinged lies christened with foreign nights that can’t remember tomorrow's matter

Yelling yesterday's ranging in my ear

press -played past , that only resume to the future

Where the car radio hums , and liquor bottles stolen from the parents cabinet

This is where you dealt with grief , then it became an addiction

You put yourself in painful situations to just know you feel

The numb feels so real , the smile jokes this is what death feels like

I am too deep in this to pull out , maybe you’ll kill me

I like the silence , this is when the violence rages in and the fist collide into the walls

And turns into the abusing of myself

I am a happy beat , with sad lyrics

I know this is suicide

But I remember at the age of eight

I was told angels

Are the ones that want to fly

I knew I was angel

Because I could never stop testing my wings

I just wanted to know

how high i can soar

and

How quickly it will take me to fall

I been praying to death

And he came

he held in his hand

A rose

And plucked the thorns

Out

And showed

Me

How to cut

love can be razor

it can cut out the one thing you need to live

a heart

it beats 1 pace to fast when you face me

2 pace to slow when you turn your back to me

see I fell comfortable in alone

and hug the lonely

when the urgue to live

almost's feels like a shadow

impossible to live behind

without the ghost following you there

cause even devils get buried

bitch burn in hell

star-crossed lover

sincerly , oblivion

Stop THE MADness

you Say

& Do Not Blame

Quite Simple

One Set of Rules

& Seek the Truth

Be a Good Shepard

to Man, Beast, & Land

& Quest For the Stars

you Ask

Where to Start

Start

From the Hearth

Be a King among Men

a Hero In Heart

They Still Sing Songs

of Those That That Gave Their All

to Free Us From the Shackles of Ignorance

to Be Better Than

Climb On Out of This Cage

Free Range

#B27321

I don´t trust my words anymore

see when I start coughing up the alphabet on a white paper

only do I see the color red

see I posion myself with my own ink

see when I first fell in love with words

it was for fun

But then I realized you can use words like a gun

and your mouth like a bullet

you tell hurtful lies

and dust

them with

vengeful truth

see you didn´t expect

these words to grow

hands and slap you in the face

see you manipulate the ending the way you want it

to justify your anger

you go to sleep on cotton candy clouds

you hold yourself in a crucifixaion

at night

you wear black

and mourn your own existence

you know it´s until a matter of time

before they tear you apart

see they put a crown on your head

and you bowed down

and let the repuation sink in your bones and got to comfortable in the mask

see the church will lie in ruins today

after you sit in

the pew

see your the hymn

the sinners sing

see your the obituray

that sounds like poetry

see you are the raven

that poe wrote about

you are the mournful cry

that sounds like laughter as they watch your fall

you carry in your pocket a sliver knife wrapped in velvet

you commit murder

and call it justice

you are the hypocrite

that trembles on a holy ground

and calls yourself a religion

you are a lucrid dream

vomit

vulgar

vomrit

you committ

fraud

against

yourself

you

elate

yourself

and

deflate

yourself

you pinprick holes in your flesh

and call out abuse

you carve your hands in your mouth

and force

projectile on the page

you throw your heart up

and hoping someone will catch it when you fall

your the ex you wrote about

your the devil and the mary

you impregant yourself

with a disased mind

you go too far into the rabbit hole

and the magican can never pull you out the hat

because your no magic trick

your the rhythimical jester

at the court

you paint over your face

and wear a mask

your artifically made

you take the storys of others

and sow it in your veins

and

say you know pain .

you tie a noose around reality

and hang yourself from it

you were death

but you never came

virgin

hands

wrapped

around

the

fragilty

storms brews inside me

you call yourself a follower

of the path

you are infact your own master

to which you slave.

you stretch like elastic

and stray far from

the beginng

you manipulate yourself

your out of control

your mouth

its own gun

your hands the razors

your mind the bully

your pen used to save you

you learned how to use it for murder

see I take shots at my soul

to rember that I am human

I tell you the truth

I bring you to courtroom

and put myself on trial

at the end of the case

I will say I am guilty

I put myself behind bars

I clothe myself in a orange jacket

I brand myself with my own deal

I don´t trust this mind

it was told it was crazy

see they like to call you a liar

when you tell the truth

but maybe the best liars

tell the truth you can only handle

see the crow cried 3 times

and yet peter denied

see i am the sheep in wolf clothing

see i am lips that kiss the one i betrayed

see i am lucifer in your awakening

see I am the cloak of midnight

see you write in metaphors

because it keeps it from being to personal

see i leave it out here and be vulnerable

I

am

a

L

I

A

R

AM I ?

#darkpoetry #insanity of being Human #secrets #the raven crowed