Bright lights,big city, little me

 Bright lights, Big City... little me

The towers pierce the midnight sky with silver, sharp and high,
While rushing past on crowded streets, the high-flown people fly.

They carry titles, wealth, and power, with brilliant minds to spare,They chase the neon dreams that float upon the city air.

I walk among the hurried mass, a shadow in the throng,Without a grand career to boast, or place where I belong.

I am no one of great renown, no name upon a door,
No corporate ladder climbed to see what fortunes had in store.

But when the city lights grow dim and evening starts to fall,
I walk toward my quiet place that matters most of all.

For I am wealthy in the ways that money cannot buy,
Reflected in the loving warmth of every family eye.

They are the world I live to for, the reason that I breathe,
The anchor in a spinning world that helps my soul believe.

Although this heart has known the pain of being torn apart,The broken pieces mend with scars from where the sorrows start,

It does not close, it does not hide, it does not turn away—
It simply finds a deeper love to give away each day.

So let the brilliant lights burn bright, let high-flyers ascend,
For status is a fleeting thing that changes in the end.

The truest measure of a life is never what you make,
But how much love you're living for, and how much care you wake.

You do not need a grand career to shine amazing light;
It’s what is kept within the heart that makes the dark world bright.

Nina Hopper

Tender Hands

Tender Hands

Your tender hands have guided me through out the years

They held me up and kept me strong and wiped away the tears. 

Your tender hands have taught me so many things i know

They pointed the directions to where my life should go.

Your tender hands have always
Helped me stand after a fall
Now those tender hands are sleeping
When I need them most of all.

Manly Habits

Don't mind me as you lift your leg and fart

feel free to pick your nose

just sit naked; let it all hang out

as you poke fluff from your toes.

The things you do from day to day

so often drive me crackers

The way you lounge so comfortably 

as you sit and play with your knackers.

It's ever so attractive

as you walk by and scratch your bum

and how you grab me close at night

to let me know you've a loaded gun.

You think this is just normal

You do it all the time,

well; your eyes would pop right out your head

if i sat and played with mine.

These things you do so casually

are just, not so appealing 

but I'll pretend not to notice dear

as I stare up at the ceiling.

ONCE UPON A TIME

Once upon a time

I used to have hips

could eat anything I wanted

including cakes 'n' chips!

I used to have a figure

A nice pert little bum

boobs round and quite uplifted

and a tight, flat, toned up tum.

I had no signs of stretch marks

no bags beneath the eyes

I never thought that I could

ever multiply in size.

Yet my body's proved me wrong

in fact; it's a disgrace

now it's so much more exhausting

running round from place to place.

So, every day in the mirror

there's this blob that stares at me

as I try to imagine...

the figure that used to be.

I stick my shoulders back

I tighten in my tum

I squeeze both cheeks together

just to get a nice shaped bum.

Yet it doesn't stay for long

as when I take a seat

it all unfolds it's self

to reveal the rolls of meat.

Calorie counting's too complicated

I LOVE FOOD, thats full of taste

big fat cream buns, choc digestives

bloody slimfast's just a waste.

So I console myself on the sofa

half a packet of biscuits with my brew

and I say "well i'm over 40 now,

what is a girl to do?"

I know I should really keep myself fit

maybe head down to that gym

I'd like the figure i used to have...

once upon a time when i was slim.

Morning Chaos

As much as i love you I'd just like to say

Don't slam the door as you're leaving today,

Don't stamp about cursing, don't scream, don't shout

Say something nice as you're on your way out!

If your shoes gone off walking or your bag isn't there,

It means i've had to move it cos you didn't care.

Ya smart little comments go over my head

I've been there, I've done it…and said what you've said.

So say something new,something i have not heard

Or put up 'n' shut up 'n' don't say a word!

Your death stares don't phase me, I'm sure you've seen mine

But yours will get better, believe me... in time.

You're life is a nightmare, your mum is a pain

and you're late for school, oh surprise…once again! 

Well as you dash out, gobbing off on your way

I politely smile and shout "have a good day"

When really i'm thinking.. "Thank God they are gone

I was wondering how long that could go on!

I'm nackered already,my head is just spinning

i'm ready for bed and the days just beginning!

But thank God for this silence it's wonderfully bliss

the only one thing as a mother, i miss!"

The lost

Don't judge those that take their life...

just try to feel their pain,

hold your tongue with family

that are left here to remain.

The chances are; we'll never fully know

why they have gone,

but we have to hold together 

what is left to carry on.

Do not brand them cowards

they were just a little lost,

at a time when no one listened...

now our hearts; they pay the cost.

We live with guilt, regret and pain 

and questions asking why...

and our hearts will never heal

and our tears will never dry.

DAYS LIKE TODAY

Days like today; I need you,
As I listen to the echoes of your laughter
dance within my thoughts.
Days like today;
I wish I could pick up the phone and hear you say
"it's me, i'm here…it's ok".
Days like today;
The sun is bright but storm clouds linger
waiting for a darkened moment of an empty soul.
Days like today; I am lost and unsure of where to go to find me

Days like today...