Man: Why do you smile like that?
You should have a small smile
You know you do not have a nice dentition.

Lady: Okay sir…

Man: Why do you walk that way?
Learn to catwalk
I mean, even those with bad legs can right?

Lady: Okay love…

Man: Why didn’t you apply make up?
Your spots are too much
I like my women always on point

Lady: Okay baby…

Man: Why is your nose so big?
Don’t worry, when next we travel
We will definitely stop at Dr 90210

Lady: That will be nice…

Lady: He doesn’t love me, he thinks I’m ugly. Maybe I’m not his type, maybe I should leave this relationship….

Man: I love my lady, and I’m sure she understands how I feel, not like I’m trying to make her feel less of herself, I just want the best for her….

©ruthspoetry 2017



Good times
I heard they are memories that last forever
But no, this memory of you i wish to burn
Or destroy to a yesterday that never was
In rough edges and scalloped paths
My course has been lonely
Yet still constantly hacked by your face
I picked the wrong one, the one not to
Scoring my pain yet another goal
Loosing my self to swollen eyes
Not to mention the irrational outburst
Oh, how I would love to ruin the normal
Laying thorns on the earth you lay
You wounded the world I once believed in
And broke down the walls I laboured to raise
Today not tomorrow, I struggle
Hopefully it ends here, or there maybe
In eight sections, you left none amendable
Still, I will always remember
The pain, the love, the now
I will remember…

Ruth Brodrick 2016

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…that point where veins converge
a sudden panic with fleeting cries
emotions rumbling and rumbling
flushes of pain as the wounds deepen
flashes of regrets parading endlessly
making even deeper zones of hurt
scaling pictures that ought to be
stupidity is now an unconscious solace
winning the outburst that erupts…

In that moment
I realised, I had loved wrong
the unrecognisable sections of my heart
the lament of unfair encounters
the flames from lying words burnt
makes the whispers that was true
with just another broken heart
I bleed away…




Look beyond the season’s stars
My hand paints you in the sky
Searching for the pain you caused
Handing trophies to biased maiden

The day it rained, I danced naked
Letting the rain drops trace my skin
Quenching the fire you set in me
Teaching me the secret of perseverance

Not so far from where you stand
You crushed the trust when you walked
Letting go my hand, letting go my heart
Trampling on the reason we once loved

You attacked my emotions
Ambushed the little ego I once wore
Throbbing me in pain and tears of my mortality
It’s just a piece of me left, the piece I hid

Still, I’m here, dancing in the rain
And I’m still knocking at your door
But not for too long, it’s time to let go
Because your pride, gives me the ache I hate.

Copyright© 2015. Ruth Brodrick

Dedicated to women who had their hearts broken. It’s time to let go of the pain, you are better than him, than that relationship. You are fierce, and strange and beautiful, something not everyone knows how to love, but one, the right man. A man in God’s image, your missing rib. So, endure no more the pain, and move on to happiness and preparing your heart to love again, because this time, love will come, and it will be different, it will be the kind of love that stays forever, the kind you always wanted. Let it go…

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He said he’d do anything for me
Rape the sun and burn the rain
Turn the icy river into little fish ponds
Make me a dress of real sapphire
Build me a house made of straw
Become my little fairy love bird…

Oh no; The lies he told me
He already told hundred others
Even my sister, says be careful
So I lied too, without blinking
Told him it was only him I loved
But they’re a dozen more I know

By Ruth Brodrick
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It hurts
Too deep to tell
Ransacking the heart
Tearing down curtains
Killing me totally
You used to love me
But not anymore, you say
I used to love you
And I still do, I say
If this pain be my death
Then I’ll resurrect in you
Leaving behind for you
The pain of the love I suffer

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…and I’d stay here
waiting and wanting
wishing the sky was you
and the stars were your eyes
I could smell you in the wind
and see your cocky smile in trees

oh! don’t be flattered, I’m only joking

psychotic; that’s what you made me
a love bird with no wings to fly
now I brood over pain in basilicas
anticipating the smiles that elope me
too far from the farthest sorcerer
the game of love, is what I dread the most
for if love ever had a sting so evil to bear
I was the unfortunate victim

of bars and rods, and bolts and hinges
I curse the day I set my eyes on that thing
the thing they call love, I call it nonsense
this is how I now sit to mourn and tell
how I became the widowed virgin of love

By Ruth Brodrick. Copyright 2015


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Softly eating the weak pain
An absent-minded fury I bore
Patched letters of defenseless truth
The weary troubled look caught me

Anguish with no ideal character
The third seconds counts on me
Appraising the triumphant loss
Withdrawing the bears of tears

A dirty clean neglected emotion
O spirit of disturbing outbursts
Securing a talent for fraud makers
The gods seek pleasure in my tension

Hover around into deep wicked space
Pondering on a silly nursery rhyme
Theories of resolved torture calls me near
I became a masked woman in underworld

A good mind bears faint evil in pain
Arising painful sweet soured motions
Counting the minutes of my despair
The thoughts of my faded rigor hunts

Drenching in the droplets of my insanity
I wear a robe that dances with the pin of fear
Staring at the dashes that now weakens me
Self love; I absent mindlessly adorn

By Ruth Brodrick
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tinted is not black

You lied
told me grey had red in it
that the sun burnt you
that is why you are black

now I sit
counting my injured soul
galloping around the weary fury
with waves of grooved regrets
plastered with torment; my anchor
burn to dust, my lips fail in falsity

my eyes are pale, and have fallen shut
my grip is weakened and lays feeble
my identity; the thief stole her while you lied
suffer I the pain to mock my fate
the end will grow to tell the past
and reveal the tint you wear to hide
you dressed your intentions white
but they are black like songs to mourn

By Ruth Brodrick. All rights reserved ©, this poem should not be shared or used without the author’s permisssion..