Five Daughters

The White Powder; Happy Dust
In support of :http://www.iceniipswich.org.uk/

I am alone, lost in a dark place
It is my love of life, t' brought me to y'r door step

It is the excitement you bring

That lured me into your seduction

Then at night;  scooch, you broke me in two

On addictions, my nostrils bleed, for your nose candy

You made me walk in the cold at night, junky all alone

You sold me for cheap, to the devil's wickedness 

It is my love of life, the need  for joy

That brought me, desperate to your door step

It is my love of life, that brought me here 

Here, onto scared unhallowed grounds 

While I watch conniption, my hysteria of loneliness 
In outer skin, out of body, seeing myself 
About to comatose in sensation  
Felt betrayed by your ghostly powder 

Left on the coroner's lonely cold table 
Stripped of  my dignity, to bare 
Long before being bisected by autopsy  
To be identified by family, as empty 

Your white powder, 
Stardust, white lady, robbed me

You robbed me of my life, 
You stole away my dreams

The following below is written by the family of: Paula Clennell

I want your head on my shoulder
I want to breathe you in and know that you are safe
I want to see your, feet up watching telly
I want to tell you, not to swear
Angel girl, come back to me

Written by: R.I.P Annette Nicholls

Me and my adorable man
Will one day walk hand in hand
Away from this place
For the rest of our days
For the rest of our lives
No more this, no more that
No more the other
Me and my brave, brave man
Nights in with the telly
Days out with the family
A walk in the park
See me the sister
See me the daughter
Perhaps in time, a wife
So Proud
See me , a mother.

The Five Murdered in 2006 by Steven Wright ;
Gemma Adams, Tania Nicol, Anneli Alderton
Annette Nicolls and Paula Connell
May their souls rest in peace 

Now There Is Silence

Quiet the room stays, eerily 
No words spoken
Silence fills the air,


Yesterday there was liFe 
In this house a family
Three voices heard giggling 
Now there is silence


Arguments, Shouts, Shouts, Shouts
Doors banged, to shake the frames, structure  
The very foundations, of once called home
Over silly things ended by the silence


I have to have my say, to over burden you
Let me have my turn to talk, always I am right 
By default, it was your fault, always is 
Never good enough, is what you do


Now there is silence
Now you can have your say, in empty kingdoms
And perfect, all so wrong 
Save your arms and throat, from hard work


But the room feels empty, ghostly 
The emptiness and silence echoes, eerily 
In itself creating a burden of realisation  
Over thoughts of guilt 


Now you can have your way, your say
Perfect once so wrong 
But the silence feels,  fills 
Full the emptiness with misery 


Questions now being asked, on reflection
After the penny has dropped, was it all worth it
But the price has all so long been paid for
Now there is silence, ghostly silence 

Asked and Answered

Hours spent 
In front of the mirror
Mascara for special effect

On that eye, that eye
Needs to be worked on
And when she is asked


"The question"..

The question, for which
She feels, in need to protect
"False" perception of a good home

Answers that follows;,
"I walked into a door"
She says

'When did you become
So injury prone'
Friends wander, knowing

But not wanting to know
'Poking my nose, into foreign waters

Not my thing, my style, my want to know'

Silent of the frank, in questions
"She never asked, not really though"

Desperate eyes, cry in whisper

Just one more push
And I will tell, I want to tell
Please; in silent cry

Just ask, as in frank,
Frankly to be truthful.
But words go silent,

With a look of wander
After all
The question was asked
And an answer given
In asked and answered