"Street's Secrets" (Entry 389)

With case in hand, at the top of the street. 

She stared at the houses and shuffled her feet. 

Wrought iron fence at 47. 

Black arrows upright like

The gates to Heaven. 

The only way was life. 

Freedom! The world!

Experiences to be had 

Out of Brownton Road. 

This place was kids kicking balls. 

Mums calling them to tea. 

Dads in armchairs,

asleep in front of the TV. 

What will the neighbours think?

Street gossip. Prickle-prattle.

Dirty washing behind closed doors. 

Twitching curtains. Tittle-tattle. 

Today, where her road lay was... here. 

She looked back to the high road and life. 

She glared at Brownton Road, 

Stepped into 47 and strife. 

Each tread, a twitch of curtain thread. 

The jeers, Unheard gossip rang through her ears.

"So, she's back!"

"She's here!"

"How could she show her face!"

"You'd think she'd disappear!"

"Sacrifices her parents made"

"University's not cheap!"

"Only for that to happen!"

"Oh, I could just weep!"

"Didn't even finish her degree"

"Her poor parents, my heart goes to them."

"More fool 47 for taking her back!"

"I heard the court was absolute mayhem. "

"The jury was wrong. Dead wrong."

"Dead, just like the guy. Totally agree."

"Not guilty, they said."

"I'd have convicted her, if it had been me."

"Her poor parents."

"She'll have to go! She's caused such a fuss."

"Disgrace on the street."

"Poor Brownton Road! Poor us!"

"Born A Thousand Tears Ago" (Entry 386)

Born. 

A thousand tears ago. 

A thousand million light years away. 

A place blown to

A thousand million billion pieces 

In the Dymantism Conflict. 

That was the best thing to happen to it. 

It wasn't a town on a planet.

It was a breeding ground on a facility. 

Conceived in embrovats. 

Developed then sucked from the gel 

To dwell and be raised in optimum statis. 

Fed nutrients and knowledge. 

Extracted waste and individuality. 

Breed, born and betrayed. 

Genetically grown grunts. 

The best thing to happen to that place was when it was blown apart. 

Artificial wombs went boom!

I should know. 

One of their Spawned Warriors, made to order, made the order.

I pressed the trigger.

"Better Memories" (Entry 279)

Forget the hate and the screaming matches.
Forget the tears and face in redden patches.
Forget the blame and the increasing list of regret.
Remember the love and, the negative rest? Forget.

"The Silent Noise of Anger" (Entry 239)

Bang and clench!
Bang and clench!
Bang! Bang! Bang!

Hidden away the silent noise of anger.
Off angled moments held in the jaw
rather than expressed.
Better to add dis-ease within
than hurt another.
Right.

right???...

"Thought Behind Voice" (Entry 221)

I said, "Hello, good to see you."
(I meant, "You're here? I wish I knew.")

I said, "How you doing? You look swell."
(I meant, "You look a state, in fact, like hell.")

"We must catch up soon," I said.
(What I meant? "I wish you dead!")

"The Itch" (Entry 208)

That bitch!
She's an itch.
To scratch the plot she tried to hatch,
and dig it out to gouge with nails,
and rip with sharpened teeth.
With poisoned lips and swollen tongue
of lies and deceit. I will defeat
That bitch!

"A Note" (Entry 200)

One line she wrote, and grinned to gloat,
"I found out, you shit!"
For him to find.

She left the note and took her coat.

Leaving emotional baggage behind.

"Explanation Squelched" (Entry 162)

He never listened.
Bombastic and exploding over her sentences.
Never letting her fini-
Covering her in spite, spittle and righteousness.
Always the shake of the round red blood-pressured head.
High and mighty.
Explanations squelched.
Squashing her opinions and individuality.
She was alright to be different as long as it was the same as his.
Broken and unable to speak.
She sobbed into the darkness of his soul.

"Underneath" (Entry 146)

They manipulate you with their good intentions.
On the surface, applauded.
So wonderful!
What a saint!
Iceberg smiles hide ulterior motive.
With one hand, they give.
And the other - they grasp and tear
Leaving you bear.
You can't complain or explain.
No one will believe you.
The Titanic to their devastation.
Hit hard and ripped apart.