ok another!!! from heaven!

dont know, just random, but felt it had some connection to us...song of dead children?

'Sticks and Stones break brittle bones' by Lauren Gauge

Brittle bones echo little groans,
now my stepping stones lead me:
round and round the garden like a drunken mare.
Drunk with vengeance.
Spitting sticks and stones to break your little bones.
Inside, my caged body bare.

I paced my mind and found it rocking in a chair.
Creek, creek, chamber bleak.
My arms ridden with your children
and their beatless bodies stare.

I warned you all, creep out of my world.
tip toe away, drown in my pool of sanctuary,
let my presence make you sway.
Feed on my breast no more;
parasites I wed and bore.

I Cannot Sleep - Unit Six Poem

I cannot sleep. The floorboards creak intermittently. A kitchen drawer opens then closes. A fork clangs against a knife.

I cannot sleep. A mirror shatters into broken fragments. A kitchen drawer opens then closes. The stairs groan under weight.

I cannot sleep. The doorknob squeaks as it is turned. A kitchen drawer opens then closes. The bright naked light seeps into my room as the door is opened.

I cannot sleep. Its Mummy. Mummy doesn't look like Mummy.

I cannot wake.

My Hand

(Revised lyrics)

Please, don't pull at my hand too hard

It like me is fragile and breaking

Why aren't you taking

me

Please keep a strong hold on my hand

It's bruised and sore like my heart

But we've still got to part

Haven't we

Please don't loose your grip, on my Hand

It like me is fragile and breaking

Why aren't you taking

me

Possible speech

some text that could be used in the same way the arguement between rosie and dan happens.


Messenger: Medea! Get away, escape! Oh, what a thing to do! What an unholy, horrible thing! Take ship, or chariot. Any means you can but escape!

Medea: Why should I escape?

Messenger: She’s dead – the princess, and her father Creon too, they’re both dead, by your poisons.

Medea: Your news is excellent. I count you from today my friend and benefactor.

Messenger: What? Are you sane, or raving mad? When you’ve committed this hideous crime against the royal house, you’re glad at hearing it? Do you not tremble at such things?

Medea: I could make suitable reply to that, my friend. But take your time now; tell me, how id they die? You’ll give me double pleasure if their death was horrible.

Unit 6 Poetry

Unit 6:
The King of C and the Princess are murdered by the gifts. In the final act of revenge, the woman murders her children.

‘Hush precious’ devised by The Poets.
Hush precious. I‘m here, it’s time to drift off to sleep. So I shut my eyes, held my breath, swallowed the swelling mound of saliva gathering underneath my tongue and let my flesh soften on my bones, melting in her arms. Your dreams will comfort you. You’ll live forever in your dreams. Go, and sleep forever, never to wake up from that deep sleep of yours. Remember the good, forget the bad and live in purity, precious purity. Heavy eyes, heavy head, sending you to your heaven’s bed.

‘Mummy’s hurting me’ devised by The Poets.
Mummy’s hurting me. Her eyes look red and sore. Surprises me that mummy’s in pain too, no glistening blade in her bodies core. Her warm touch traded for cold steel, her sweet smile becomes a fierce lock of teeth. Arms open as if for an embrace. As she comes nearer, out comes that cold blade glistening in the light of the room. Her eyes speak a thousand words; a thousand words of pain and gloom. I know now mummy must take me to my eternal tomb. I trust mummy through my tears and pain. I live with her in memory- my life, my time, my name.

Taken from the original text the idea of Innocence forming the start of something very dark-
speech begins page 35:
decorated for a wedding
servants delighted, patted gold hair, shook hands, followed them to the princesses room- she turned away and furious to find them there(the children). Your husbands friends must be your friends too. For me. She saw finery and couldn’t resist. Snatched the gorgeous dress, giggling at the reflection of her tiara.
Prinked around the room in her little feet feet. Changed colour, staggered, shiver. Prayer. Her mouth froth was bubbling from her lips- eyes rolled back, colour drained. She lay mute. Raverged by a double torture: flame shot burning ghastly the soft dress began to feed. Shake off the halo- it clung, seared to the bone. Blood dripping from her head. The flesh gorged by the poison dribbled off her, like gum from a pined. We were witnesses. We’d learned.
Child poor child.
The corpses lie together child and father close. The release of tears he craved. Walking shadows that’s all we are.

A Perfect Circle: lyrics-“Don’t cry precious im here step away from the window and go back to sleep safe from pain fear truth and other poisioned devils cause they don’t give a fuck about you like i do.”