The Best Years of Your Life “The best years of your life!”, the grown ups cried as she gazed off vacantly with tears in her eyes; Twelve years old, not a friend in sight. Her only company her dreams at night. “You’re too young to be sad!”, the happy ones choked as she laid lifeless
Skilled Surfer - Gary Reddin - www.jamartprints.com
Aqua Dream Silhouettes of dolphins Jumping in the golden sunsets At play with bobbing boats In the sky blue sea. The ocean dreams fast, dark and strong Like waves in a storm. Its dreams remember all the accidents The tragedies it swallowed. Plastic choking turtles playing. The ocean wakes To surfers surfing waves Off the
Kind I just want the world to be kind But the problem I find Is that a person’s mind Can be blind It hurts Sometimes it goes so far that you feel like dirt And then you look into the mirror And you see things so much clearer But it was never you And it
The Light between the Oceans Dreams of lighthouse lights illuminating it, The sun touching it at sunset and sunrise on the horizon, The Ocean craves the moon to keep it company at night, Wishing to splash and break against the cliffs The ocean wants to be filled with magnificent reefs With unique and dangerous creatures,
Lion - Lynn McPherson - www.jamartprints.com
Never Give Up We shall not We shall not give up We won’t give up we will fight again Cruel things hurt So we all give up But we won’t give up now We all share this world as one Being one is one in all We all share our lives with the people we
Never Never got to say goodbye, Never got One. Last. Hug. I have a list of things to say to you, but honestly, I’d end up writing a book. I still feel empty, a part of me is always missing. The images of dads washed out face, pale and left empty Inside is one thing
So Many A silent song without lyrics, For the apathetic crowd without feelings, They eyes will laugh at you and glisten, So many hear, but never listen. For them you’re as clear as a window, Forgotten, resting in the limbo, You’re doomed forever, human being, You’re doomed to look without seeing. Chained together with one
We’re Growing Back For the dying world – An endless war. Forgotten word, A healed scar, Passage of light, Our last hope, The sun is bright, But isn’t warm. So many problems Won’t be solved. So many stories Won’t be told. We kill the humans in ourselves To fit the roles that we were given.
Unsullied The wind whistles it’s whispers to leaves blowing with the breeze, Where the forest’s creatures can roam, truly free Flocks of feathered songs perched on each and every tree. Here life is free, to be carefree. This, is where you don’t exist. This is where we don’t exist. Nature has nothing but nature in
My Heaven My heaven is living, with a few tweaks. I live in the family home in Wexford. The windows rattle in the wind in winter And the walls may as well be papier mâché, But it’s home; It always was. We are in a perpetual summer. I wake every morning to sweet singing And