I Won’t be Perfect In the plastic world we live in today, It’s awfully tricky to find our own way. Everyone says “go follow your dreams”, Then stand in front of the sun and cut off its beams. We’re raised to be one way and not to differ, Well, too bad for them, because I
Stay the Course I’ve made a broken bed of glass, I’ll lie among the shards. Only when the deeds are proclaimed, Do we realise what we are. Fallen stars will gather round, To feel the burning light What was once soul and spirit, The fruits of a hard-fought life. No matter how hard you work,
How Many People? How many people can say they truly know me? For my name is just a name and not my story. How many people can say that they care? From smiling like I am happy and hiding that I am scared. How many people want to listen to what I say? When they
Jessica Rooney Deane - Audrey Hepburn Impossible - www.jamartprints.com
Live, Work and Learn Millions live, work and learn, Love is all they wish to yearn. They eat, drink and waste And chase the bottle for the taste. But millions die of starvation, poverty and drought, We’re faced to ignore those we must live without. They fight, die and kill at war, Like many more
Ithaca - James Moore - www.jamartfactory.com
The Rain Descends The rain descends, splashes, Dashed upon the cobblestones of dimly lit lanes. Vast plethoras of amiable sheep amble, Wander aimlessly about barren hills Blanketing arable fields in ephemeral white. Derelict farms and forgotten cottages crumble into dilapidation. Abandoned to the wind that sweeps and billows O’er proud banners draped upon our silent
Fit in with the Crowd I became a different person To fit in with the crowd But now I’ve come to realise Of myself I should be proud I didn’t want to stand out To draw attention to myself I wanted to be “normal” I put my feelings on a shelf But normal isn’t real
Autism in an All-Girls School I struggle through conversations, emoting randomly, Other people seem psychic, almost offhandedly. I dream a dream of my perfect world, Where all are flowers, safe and unfurled. Where no one is speaking in tongues. I’m breathing in, breathing out, Trying to calm my shaking lungs I try to be a
Fetch On Moon - Jacob Stack - www.jamartprints.com
Voices Strong voices in my head, But still, carefully I tread, along my path. Do I turn left do I turn right? Does it even matter? Has it been carved deep into the bones? One complex structure, unchangeable. Small voices in my head, Decisions weigh like crashing waves. Each day a new tide, Tearing up
Lion - Lynn McPherson - www.jamartprints.com
Drowning We are judged by our age and not who we are We count all blessings, we hide every scar We work on regardless like mindless drones Endless labour that breaks our hearts and our bones We get overworked and underestimated We are trod on and spat at, exploited and hated We disappear in piles
The Darkness Strikes My cracked skull explodes with mechanical thoughts Formless music conjures the beast in me. It strikes and makes its mark but fades when the music stops The slagging cuts sharp as razor blades It strikes dark and deep into your soul Plastic men are made from the fragile future And old men