One look The look of a heart Is one of a face A face with flaws Flaws that shine A face is perfect A face is untainted A heart is a look of sudden Happiness Bursting to a cacophony of Silent cheers The look of a heart is A life untold And in one look
Time flies away It has been two years since I said goodbye, Memories are distant but still alive, Looking at old photographs with tears down my face, Life without you has a part of me erase. I remember your warm touch, laugh, your gleaming smile, Your sense of humour, kind heart, unique style. Frail
Popularity One thing has always puzzled me Is what is it to be popular? It is like being walked by everyone With a nice dog collar Around your neck, being walked by everyone else, Instead of doing the easy thing, Which is being yourself. So it’s not about the amount of likes or shares Because
Loss I watched him limp back home today, I know something’s not right And there he stood, contrast to dark, a cat of brilliant white. A smile had spread across my face, I opened up the door But worry spread, instead again, as he sunk down on the floor. The night had passed and off
Facebook love We see love on Facebook But how do we know that its real? we may have thousands of likes on Facebook but do they care how we feel. If only those likes were kisses and shares were friends. Photos of the weekend posted up , a drink in our hand a smile on
Demon Drag When you’re sad and feeling down don’t think that you’re alone. Talk to someone close to you Only if you trust them with your soul. Don’t think negatively about your life Always look on the bright side, Don’t let your demons drag you down If you believe, you CAN control them. Joseph kelly
Try to fit in nowadays is as hard as trying to walk through fire without being burned. People pretend to like you’re but are never truly there for you when you need them. anonymous The Book of Doubt Our feeling and emotions seem locked inside Though we’re supposed to express them We run
Gasp I can’t help it when I can’t breathe When the darkness in me slides up my throat and wraps it’s cold, strong hand around my neck Causing me to shake and choke as I gasp for air. I can’t help it when my barrier breaks, When the tears fall down my face, When swallowing
Painted faces He lives in the wood alone where government and people could never find him. He’s very quiet He’s lonely every time He’s nothing is what he is He’s not very talkative But he is loyal and respectful But it wasn’t enough, as the time passes he never changes he tries his best to
Grades This is the harsh reality we see, people doing 15 years of school left with nothing to be. The look on their face, results day their grades are a disgrace, These people have talented trade, They get their bad grades and their life seems to fade, Their lives become a waste, just because of bad grades