About me - Melanie Crook
I was born in a small mining town in the Northumberland district. My sisters and I were raised by our mother until circumstances saw us leaving home at a fairly early age. I was one of the teen mothers epidemic and gave birth to a beautiful baby girl at the
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When your head spins around and your mind is confusedWhen your thoughts are so weary and well over usedWhen you just don't know which way you should turnWhen the answer you seek is a lesson to learnWhen no one can tell you what to do for the bestWhen you know what you want will cause pain for the restWhen you lie to yourself ... More..
- Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems
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Anger wells up, how long must I waitFor the anguish and torment, the release of all hateTo dispel from my being, to leave me in peaceI pray for the day repugnance will ceaseThe feelings of sorrow and anguished despair The lack of compassion, unable to careNo conscience, no guilt, no feelings of shameFinding excuses and people... More..
- Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: War
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You packed your Bergen, I watched with woeI dreaded the times you had to goNineteen weeks, In Fifty twoThirty-three, spent without youEach time gets harder, each goodbye worseBeing an army wife, Can be a curseI'm proud of you don't get me wrongIt's just that, you're away so longIt makes it hard, being over hereWith not a trac... More..
- Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Christmas
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My Christmas AngelThe night draws ever closer, the first star does appearThe anxious little child, wishes Santa would be hereShe sighs and peers into, the cold dark winter skies,"was that a flash of Santa's sleigh?" she shrieks, hope in her eyes."It wont be long before he comes" I tell her one more timeShe wiggles round the s... More..
- Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Closure
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I started on this journey to see how you would play You started getting angry when it didn't play your way You thought you had him dangling on your little piece of twine How much did this confuse you when you found out he was mine For years you thought bamboozled he's been here just for me So you step things up a notch so I... More..
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