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Stacey Page stacey.gabsbitesizeblogs@gmail.com My SEND Mummy I can't hear you, There are too many sounds, Life is too much, When you're not around. My mind is swirling, With information unknown, I don't understand, Then tantrums are thrown. Who is it? I ask, What do you want? I can't read those letters, They're in the wrong font. Be quiet, be quiet, Is the next thing I hear, But I can't be quiet, My attention's not here. It's at home with mum, She's now going out, I cannot un

Greg Palmer greg.gabsbitesizeblogs@gmail.com Fields of Glory Lay me down upon the grass, Let me look up at the sky. Smell the flowers all around me, Above the trees my senses fly. I see the rolling fields, The sun rises from the east. A glow lights all before me, Its warmth will never cease. I feel the earth between my toes, The sunlight on my face. Smiling with the bird song, What a truly perfect place. Am I stood in fields of glory? Has heaven entered here? As I feel a stre

Alexandra Oliver alex.gabsbitesizeblogs@gmail.com The Waves of Emotions Soul crushing pressure tightens it's grip, Grip on to rocks, don't want to be dragged down. Down into the ocean depths I sink like a stone, Stone cold feeling of despair, darkness, alone. Alone in this ocean of tears, I can't see the light, Light rushes away from my eyes, I hold on tight. Tight like a vice the silence is deafening. Deafening waves crash forward and back, Back and forward, cleansing my sou

Have a read of this beautifully written poem by Greg.

Greg Palmer greg.gabsbitesizeblogs@gmail.com The ADHD Autistic 1 After all is said and done, Don’t lose what you have found. Hold close your faithful heart, Don’t justify the crowd. After all they are just words, Unfortunate they may be… The ones who close their eyes, In spite of what they see. So trust your inner voice, To steer you straight and true. In a world of imperfection, Create the perfect you.

Greg Palmer greg.gabsbitesizeblogs@gmail.com Truth It seems I can’t avoid the complications of the truth, I’m tortured by the thoughtless as the world saps at my youth. Surrounded by the stupid the careless and unkind, Targeting my persona, my character and my mind! Seeing all these faces, walk a world they cannot see, I’m picking out the few who would mean something to me. The rest I leave as flawed, condemned to walk alone, Full of broken stitches; in a life that’s poorly

Have a read of Greg's song lyrics: Wish (for one more chance)

Greg Palmer greg.gabsbiteiszeblogs@gmail.com “Have you missed your stop?!” Said the lady next to me, I looked at her confused ‘What is it she could see?’. I couldn’t feel the road, the engine didn’t roar, a glance out of the window, into the sky we seemed to soar… “Are we flying?” I replied, as I rubbed my tired eyes, “Of course we are!” She said to me, “It’s always best to fly!”. It was then I saw the tiger, sipping at some tea, he wore a suit and top hat, and raised his cup

A guest poem by Jacob Oliver.

Greg Palmer greg.gabsbitesizeblogs@gmail.com I’d let the black cat cross my path; I’d walk the ladders hall. If I had to do it thirteen times, I wouldn’t care at all. And if I saw a single magpie with sorrow on its face! Then I’d shatter my reflection, and never leave this place.

Greg Palmer Chapter One - The Moonlight The night was cold, Tsuruchi's breath visibly filled the air as she leant against a large, frost covered tree. The moon was high and vibrant, it broke through the canopy of the forest spilling light into random areas ahead of her. Bow and arrow in hand she scanned through the forest as best she could looking for a shadow, a glimpse of movement, anything to help her pick up the trail. 'You're proving quite the challenge...' Tsuruchi thou

Greg is back with some beautiful poetry entitled "Missing Piece".

Greg's first piece is called Renegade Thoughts