Her Notepad – Poetry by Daphne Tore
A very random collection of poetry, by the very random poet: Daphne Tore
Eh ju kay Shon, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe
Always moving, Never improving
It made me blue, I was always new
Never fitting in, Could never win
Felt so left out, Life full of doubt
Thought I was thick, Was always off sick
Sick of that place, My unfitting face
Felt such a fool, That was school
http://www.deathprone.co.uk/eh-ju-kay-shon-poem.html
Derailed train of thought, a mental health poem
Written by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe
My mind is a scary place to be,
It’s a place nobody wants to see.
I have spent most of my life in there,
Hiding from a world that doesn’t care.
My mind is a lonely place to be,
Nobody here can understand me.
The conflict of light and dark inside.
A battle from which I cannot hide,
My mind is a deadly place to be,
The voices inside want to hurt me.
They are trapped and can never escape,
So they try to poison me with hate.
My mind is a random place to be,
Voices always try to confuse me.
The quest to focus has always failed,
My train of thought has been derailed.
My mind is a noisy place to be,
A whirlwind of voices surrounds me.
Only music can block them all out,
It protects me when they scream and shout.
My mind is a dark prison for me,
No way for me to ever be free.
I don’t want to go out of my mind,
As a way back I might never find.
My mind is the only place for me,
The place I still always want to be.
A strange place that I can call my home.
Where I can sit proud upon my throne.
http://www.deathprone.co.uk/derailed-train-of-thought-poem-by-dean-thorpe.html
Crowds all around me, a mental health poem
Written by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe
Crowds getting bigger, closing all around
Bumping into me, feel like I am bound
People everywhere, trying hard to breath
Trying to escape, wish that I could leave
I start to panic, forcing my way through
Where are you baby, looking round for you
There near in the crowd, you look so alone
Bang comes from the road, a firework thrown
Moving down the streets, pushing through the crowd
Flashes from the sky, that was really loud
Someone kicks my leg, nearly makes me fall
Hit them with my crutch, rude words I do call
They spin round and kick, that one really hard
I go to grab him, I will mark his card
Voice from behind me, “He is autistic”
Lad turns round in tears, god I feel so thick
I was just trying, to defend myself
I am not nasty, work in mental health
I feel so sorry, I was in such pain
Crowds all around me, messing with my brain
http://www.deathprone.co.uk/crowds-all-around-me-poem.html
The concept of happiness, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe
Happiness means different things,
to different people
What can fill one person with joy,
doesn’t always please all
The media tells you to buy,
things they claim give you smiles
The only person that’s grinning,
counts their money in piles
Money doesn’t make you happy,
and nor does loads of stuff
All that will happen in the end,
is that payday will be tough
What will truly make you happy,
what really makes your days
Spending time with friends and family,
feeling the sunshines rays
Do the things that make you happy,
enjoy it while you can
While thinking about the future,
have a flexible plan
Don’t worry about the others,
live your life for yourself
Find what matters deep inside you,
don’t worry about wealth
Find someone that makes you happy,
just find that special one
Someone that makes you feel so safe,
someone that makes life fun
http://www.deathprone.co.uk/the-concept-of-happiness-poem.html
Computers are a pain, a technology poem
Written by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe
Having computers, can be a pain
All those problems, hurt my brain
Not enough ram, not enough speed
Someone tell me, just what I need
Todays machines, full of power
Give it a while, needs new tower
Add new parts, add new bits
Til its full up, and nothing fits
Sometimes I feel, it runs my life
And if you doubt, just ask my wife!
http://www.deathprone.co.uk/computers-are-a-pain-poem.html
Colours of my life, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe
Green, colour of life, so fresh and new
Red, blood flows so deep, deep within you
Blue, how I do feel, life full of doubt
Pink, my flesh so weak, mind so worn out
Black, my mood can be, so full of pain
White, future unknown, random like rain
http://www.deathprone.co.uk/a-poem-about-the-colours-of-my-life.html
Cold and grey in the UK, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe
Cold and grey, In the UK
Boring view, Skies rarely blue
Went to camp, The tent was damp
Then one day, We went away
Lots of fun, In the hot sun
Happy faces, Exciting places
Sunshine rays, Just seven days
On the plane, Back here again
Cold and grey, In the UK
http://www.deathprone.co.uk/cold-and-grey-in-the-uk-poem.html
Christmas Thoughts, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe
Cold winds start to blow,
the windows start to shake
Snow begins to fall,
each perfect little flake
Windows full of light,
the houses seem to glow
Flashing little lights,
reflecting on the snow
Safe and warm inside,
the children try to sleep
Christmas time is near,
will be here in a week
Underneath the tree,
some presents in a pile
Parents always hope,
to make the children smile
Christmas lists so long,
but presents are not free
Did they get it right,
will have to wait and see
Not long left to go,
until that special time
Sharing hot mince pies,
and glasses full of wine
This year try your best,
to be there for someone
Do something that’s nice,
not just because it’s fun
Christmas is a time,
to spread a little joy
Be there for someone,
and not just give some toy
Not some boring gift,
that’s just so you can boast
Give the gift of time,
that’s what they need the most
http://www.deathprone.co.uk/christmas-thoughts-poem.html
Blue lights in the mirror, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe
Speeding down the road,
screeching round the bend.
Along another straight,
nearly at the end.
Music playing loud,
feel the pounding bass.
Driving just for fun,
not to go some place.
Have another drink,
pedal on the floor.
Too fast on the corner,
scratches down the door.
Behind you in the mirror,
blue lights start to flash.
Try to go much faster,
but then there is a crash.
Metal twists around you,
cuts you like a knife.
Then it is all over,
oh what a wasted life
http://www.deathprone.co.uk/blue-lights-in-the-mirror-poem.html
The big metal box, a poem
Written by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe
I found a box, under the ground
In a dark hole, with flowers around
The box dark grey, and made of metal
Such a contrast, to the pretty petals
A heavy lock, and some rusty chains
What’s in there, I rack my brains
I reached around, and grabbed the rake
I twisted it round, until chains did break
I lift the box up, but I hurt my knee
The box falls down, its just empty
Things buried, hidden for another day
Have now all vanished, rotten away
http://www.deathprone.co.uk/the-big-metal-box-poem.html
Her Notepad - Poetry by Daphne Tore 