Afghan Girl

Her eyes are iconic, they show so many stories; stories which are not supposed to be hers.
They are mystic yet show refrain. She has a story to tell one which some try to hide. She radiates confidence but is so reluctant.

Pain, sorrow, heartbreak but theres still hope. In her eyes I see fear, loneliness. She has seen things done things, that she have never been aware of. Well in the perfect world; but what is perfect.

She's in a great deal of pain but she's silent. Silence is not the best policy. Sleepless nights. What is on her mind? Thats for her to know and no-one to find out!

The type of pain she's in, is the worst. Watching things crumble, fade disappear right in front of your eyes and not being able to do anything about it....

She has cried till she can't cry any more. Her eyes don't even go red any more. The Afghan girl screams and shouts and lets it all out. Everyone sees her yet they do noting. Attempting to doing something but still nothing. You see the truth is the worst poison and thats what she's full of. TRUTH.

It's a scary world, especially when you're on your own. She's not, thats the problem!
There's help out there. No-one seems to understand that .

She's been picked up and put straight down. She's old before her time and her face is about to catch up.
Muted emotion. Thats how they like it. All glitz and glamour, fake but its seems to hurt now.
She wants to be real. Be noticed.

The tears in her give her eyes a glaze of longing lust. A fire which can not be put out; no matter how hard they try.

Daddy's little girl. Her mind is on a different level. She's always been a rebel; but is she now a rebel of a lost cause. The opinions of the world do not matter, they only leave  a superficial wound.

We all have piece of her in us. The fight we will always have, The dream we think of every time we close our eyes. That determination. That beauty; but is hidden scared to show just a glimpse.

No pain no gain, thats all she breaths. This is our Afghan girl. This is my Afghan girl.

This is the Afghan girl...

To whom it may not concern

You egomaniacal,
egocentric,
egotistic,
one track minded person.

Don’t get me wrong, being one track minded is not a bad thing.
But there are so many different other tracks.
you pretend we do not see them
but they are still there.

No matter how hard you try and pretend it’s not there
it remains there;
staring at you.

Why do you pretend that you’re blind
but yet you have 20/20 vision?

You say and think, “if I don’t see it, it’s not happening”
but the world does not simply stop just for you.

So many things are happening around us
child abuse,
domestic abuse,
gun and knife crime,
kidnap,
rioting,
stereotyping,
drinking and
drug abuse.

Whilst it happens to others you do nothing;
but just pray it doesn’t happen to you,
but if it does just pray and hope that someone has
the kindness in their heart to help you.
Do onto others what you want onto your self

Me, myself and I, is all you seem to care about

Now you can go act like you never read this, never heard this like you always do.

But remember another persons coffin is just a piece of wood to you until it’s your turn…………

Played

You played 

Played like an instrument 

If I tune you just right you will say just what I want you to say 

To be a true player you have to know how to play

Check mate 

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the story of the blue blood cell

(taken from stevebreslin.blogspot.com)

I'm a blue blood cell and my story stars in the Right atrium,suddenly I get pumped into the Right ventricle and the Tricuspid valve close so i cant go back. I get pumped again into the Pulmonary artery and a semi lunar valve closes as well, I find myself in the lungs where something magical happens I start lose my carbon dioxide blue and turn bright red with oxygen. WOOOW I have oxygen now!!!!

I get pumped into the pulmonary vain and find my self in the Left atrium I'm so close to home.I get pumped again and find my self in the Left ventricle.You know i think I've had enough of being pumped around  like i'm so small.The bicuspid valve closes (did you know bi means 2;I guess you learn something new everyday).

I get pumped into the Aorta artery which takes me all over the body to different orgasms which  steal my oxygen.I lose my magical powers and turn blue :(.

I quickly get pumped into the vena cava and my journey starts again.  

Callum

Callum is 13 years old and has a younger brother Josh who is 7.
They are both orphans.
Callum is in year 9 and about to pick his GCSE options.
Callum is always moving care homes due to him not getting along with staff or and other children;because of this he now no longer lives with his brother.
His grades have gone down significantly.
Callum is now suffering from depression.

Gillian

Gillian is 76  and retired, she is reasonably well of due to her putting a lot of money into her pension when she was working.
Gillian has numerous sexual partners and has now caught an STI.
She is finding it difficult to contact her partners.
She has gone to her daughter, Clare to seek help.
Clare has disowned her due to finding out about the type of lifestyle she lives.

Natasha

Natasha is 16 years old and lives at home with her Muslim family. Natasha had a boyfriend; Micheal who is 20. Natasha's family believes that you should only have sex after marriage. Micheal has persuaded Natasha to have sex with him.
During intercourse the condom brakes and now Natasha is pregnant. Natasha did not know Micheal was recording them during intercourse and has now leaked the videos to her friends.  
Natasha fears being killed by her family if they find out.
Natasha dose not want to get rid of the fetus because she believes abortion is like murder.
Micheal has now broken up with Natasha.

My first night:Andy Dufresne (The Shawshank Redemption)

Drip Drip Drip
The pipes are leaking
How am I going to get Out
Out,how many years will I be here for
Here where is here
What am I going to do


I'm scared and frightened
But I can't show it
They're like sharks when they
Smell blood they will rip you to pieces

I had it all
I am innocent
But I guess that's what
They all say in here

I have to make friends
I need to make friends
I'm alone
I don't like this feeling

These walls surround me
I can feel them getting
Closer
Taking away my
Air

I try to scream
I'm scared
Don't drop the soap

Is this life ....
This is Shawshank

The man in purple

I'm here I'm really here
I can see you
Don't be afraid
It can be our little secret

I see every movement
Even when you think no ones around
I am shhh

Your scared now your hearts beating faster
Calm down or they'll be onto you

I know how to keep a secret
Because I am one
Nothing but a secret
Everyone has one
I'm yours


Every one you keep
Every thing you never hope for anyone to know
I know

I'm fed up of Being just a secret
I want to come out
You've been hiding me for to long
Have you got something on your chest
Oh yeah that's me






Boo I'm coming to get you