I used to dance
Everyday
Now I only dream
I envisage the movements
Falling Into a trance
Wishing I could move that way
My motions making me gleam
Alas.
I no longer dance
I no longer twirl
I no longer walk
Was still only a girl
... – by Michelle Ritchie | 49 Views added 4 months ago
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Good to meet you, My name is Chelle...
(Handshake, snigger on her face)
Straight away I can tell
I've met her before some place
She certainly knows me,
Seemingly quite well!
Short term memory loss
Seizures and anxiety attacks
I'm not my... – by Michelle Ritchie | 23 Views added 5 months ago
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Jumped from 62feet
SHATTERED with life
SHATTERED with metal illness
SHATTERED my heel
Still here
Still suffering
Still shattered with... – by Michelle Ritchie | 144 Views added 5 months ago
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Broken foot
Indoors I'm stuck
Nothing to do
Got to wear a big boot. .. so
On with the... – by Michelle Ritchie | 3 Views added 5 months ago
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When you live on the street,
You've got to plan your work and work your fucking plan.
Deals to make, people to meet
Too make money you do anything you can.
Pawn your phone, sell some drugs
Everyday, survival is a battle
People think we're... – by Michelle Ritchie | 13 Views added 6 months ago
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I AM A LITTLE GIRL, AGED 42.. EMOTIONS MISUNDERSTOOD.. IN A WHIRL INSIDE I WAS DEAD ABUSER OF MY HUSBAND WHO SUFFERED SILENTLY AND ALONE IN HIS HEAD I AM ASHAMED I SHOULD HAVE BEEN NAMED CALLED OUT FOR WHAT i DID INSTEAD I HID DENIED LIED SHUT MY... – by Michelle Ritchie | 15 Views added 6 months ago
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Here’s to friends, both old and new,
I enjoy nothing more than having a chat….
But those I consider real friends are rare and few.
I treat everyone with a caring heart.
Please remember kindness is free,
Politeness is easy, not an art!
Do... – by Michelle Ritchie | 16 Views added 7 months ago
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Tagged
Got an anklet that keeps me home
Not allowed out after 8
That's why I'm writing this poem
Can't even go on a fucking date!
I'm not going to lie
I'm a prostitute
Struggling to get by
Never mind selling my arse can't even cross... – by Michelle Ritchie | 13 Views added 9 months ago
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A motionless silent heart...
Is it the end or just the start?
Nobody knows,
Where anybody goes..
Is it really lights out?
Or do you blissfully fly about
Lying your coffin like an angel,
In your white dress all peaceful and still.
I... – by Michelle Ritchie | 37 Views added 10 months ago
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Walking down the street
I stopped, I turned, I looked
North one to meet
Feeling a little spooked
Still feeling nervous as I walk towards the park
It's starting to rain and starting to get dark
Turn around the corner and walk down the... – by Michelle Ritchie | 38 Views added 10 months ago
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HOW THE OTHER HALF LIVE
Find love
Create life
A gift from above
for husband and wife
Two becomes three
Then three becomes four
Me becomes we
West becomes more
First a lover
Then father and mother
Then girl and boy
watch them... – by Michelle Ritchie | 26 Views added 10 months ago
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Ode To A Junkie
There once was a girl called Michelle ,
Who put herself in her own personal hell.
She got addicted to a drug that only a mug,
Would take and take and take.
She didn't realise at the time it would make her ache body heart and... – by Michelle Ritchie | 84 Views added 10 months ago
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