Isolated, stuck watching the world go by in a glass box,
Friends grown up, now I’m stuck with my own thoughts,
Spirit shackled, empty, lifeless,
Is this meant to be what life is?
But there must be a reason I’m seeing out of these eyes,
For we will have nothing left if hope dies,
So hold your head up high,
For its always brighter on the other side
Skin like glass
I’m a silhouette
Troubled by the emptiness
And the slight taste of despair
The light of dawn breaks;
Yet I’m in sleepless reverie
I’m standing in the rain
Drenched to the bone
Grey coloured glasses distort my reality
Numb, I heave a sharp breath
The frigid air fills my corrupted lungs
And as my glass silhouette
Returns from my muse
I go back to pretending that the world is renewed.
Life to Come
Sunlight dances on the leaves
Of trees we have yet to see
Waves gently kiss the shore
Of oceans we have yet to explore
Stars twinkle in the skies we have yet to be beneath
Angels sing in the songs we have yet to hear
Smiles sparkle on the faces we have yet to meet
Pages turn in our favourite books we have yet to read
Hands slowly intertwine
With the love we have yet to find
Please, stay alive.
I’m put together in my mannequin mind
No one can discover my plastic crimes
But I’m unravelling my faux smile
Being watched by a thousand eyes
It’s not easy being of this type,
My head is heavy, I cant hold it high
My mind is racing, I want to hide
Can someone just give me a sign
I’m trying to pull it together
I’m trying to make it better
I’m trying to be perfect for you
But plastic melts too.
Make me a mannequin.
Compared, scared, eyes over your shoulder,
The dogs chasing a hare.
Learning, burning, always moving but not going,
Never knowing what’s ahead because God knows the people that knew are dead.
Everyone’s better, we can talk about this later, speak your mind you labelled a hater.
Never ask why, get sky high, don’t deal with your problems and think of a lie. Why?
Because you must, because you can’t trust, too many thoughts your head WILL bust.
Why aren’t you like your brothers, don’t talk like that to your mother, go to your room.
The future looms.
Laying on your chest listening to your heart beat,
The metronome to our connected souls,
Our body heat collides as our young hearts love
But yet hand in hand with suffer and pain,
The foundation of the true meaning,
Only then do you realize the true connotation,
True love, must come with agony
I bet you got an A
That’s what is said
Or if I did worse than them
My failure is their achievement
I can’t wish others well if I did better
You’d probably cry if you got this letter,
Got this grade so how can you say that?
Yet I’m never proud
Never proud of my grade
It’s what is expected
It is always expected
So what should be a reason to be proud
Is a relief that once again I have not failed
Growing of age in a house,
Where it’s just the two,
There used to be four
But they slowly flew,
Off to collage goes one,
And the other to AA
The liver dying, slowly fading away.
The depression you feel is nothing in compare,
To the pain of your mother, tearing her hair
Many lives lost from drink, in this family alone,
This girl is scared, scared of her own.
He rolls into the house, face as red as rose,
Grabbing anything that would stop him from being so low
Everyone is beautiful, until your teeth aren’t straight
And your hips don’t curve “as they should”
Everyone is beautiful, until your body gains weight
And you don’t wear the clothes others would
Everyone is beautiful until the minor flaws decide they can’t be
But in my eyes
Everyone is beautiful, so why don’t they see
I don’t know what to do
But it’s gonna be from me and not from you
It’s my story for me to tell
So stay back and listen well
I’m live a good life but in school I don’t
I speak my own mind but others won’t
I’m the one that always speaks up
So my peers can sit back and live it up
I don’t like what I have to do
But it’s not for me it’s for you
In a world where we judge, where we can’t but hold a grudge,
In a place where we’re all hurt, but cover each other in dirt,
In a world where were ‘free’, but watch others continuously flee,
In a land where people die for money, yet people who have the coins find it funny,
In a universe where the men always stay on top,
Standing in the riot when a person’s been shot by a cop,
In a country where us people, we work all day,
In other parts of town they’re being beat for being gay,
In a village where we live, girls and boys and adults and kids,
Why is it that we have not once ever lived in bliss,
In a world that is so amazing and great,
Why do people have to harm others just to put food on their plate,
Girls can’t play
Boys do say
They’re not good
If only girls could?
Not given a chance but how do they know?
The skills girls have but cannot show.
Girls and boys, we are the same
Sport is for everyone
Love will make me hate you,
Never look your way again.
Love will make you hurt me,
But the thing is I don’t know when.
When you may hurt me, when you might go
How long before it happens, I need to know so.
The world is changing
And everyone is blaming
The ones who don’t know
But we have to show
Show each other
Help one another
To figure out how
To help this world
The Lost One
It felt like a dream,
I was lost,
The pain was unforgiving.
The ones I loved were no longer reachable,
It felt like a string had just been cut,
Never even had a change to tangle.
Reality felt like a distance that could not be reached,
The memory of people apologies for my lost that they had not caused angered me,
Rage, guilt, sorrow consumed me, air no longer reachable, gasping
Air did not seem necessary,
Not as my loved ones were no longer reachable.
Is supposed to be out fuel
Supposed to make you think
Just a kink
It’s whole system is defective
It’s not corrective
It plays to a narrative
Results only matter
It doesn’t make you the master
It makes you self-conscious
Effects you in your subconscious
I’ll See You Soon
We loved to walk,
Now we don’t even talk.
My family still asks for you,
Probably the same for you too.
Maybe I’ll see you soon?
Maybe by the time we are twenty two.
Still I will wait for you to say you’ll see me too
Wear gaudy colours or avoid display
Lay a million eggs or give birth to one
The fittest shall survive yet the unfit may live
Be like your ancestors or be different
We must repeat!
It lingers for a long time
Bits and bits go and go
It’s either silky or dry
Any colour dye
Similar or different
Short or long
There or not.
It’s a pretty thing we have.
What wonders does hair do for us.
Trying to fit into something that you’re not
You’re told to be this, be that, be happy
When in reality, things are really crappy
Follow your dreams they say
But in reality when it’s something they don’t approve of they look away
So we may as well just do what we please
Because if we don’t we may look back in disbelief
Open the box and live your life
Only then will you properly strive
I can’t write a poem good enough but I can try,
I’ll rhythm silly words in awkward time,
I’ll listen to others with a shock,
A lot of heartbreak and sadness that some could mock,
I don’t take it as serious as I should,
But you’d wonder what would happen if I could,
I like poems I think they’re cool,
But sometimes I’m scared I’ll look like a fool.
“Randomness in my Head”
Sat in a classroom full of dust
Everyone seems to have everything sussed
Seem to be in my own bubble here
Where I can only listen out my ear
To everyone loud and buzzing and chirpy
And all I want is an ice cold mcflurry
Stuck behind a piece of fabric
Wondering how much longer we’ll have it
Can’t wait til the rona is gone for good
A big party we’ll have
He shouts “we should!”
Into my head and typed on a device
Surely this isn’t life, right?
But all I can do is smile and nod
And hope that someday i’ll meet u with god
So you’ve not missed much
Just the long for your touch
Well here we are the world is screwed,
And everyone and anyone is stuck in tucked,
And who knows when it will end only God,
And some people are only worried about their summer bod,
Some people are worried about hay,
And some just want to go out and play,
But one things for sure is that we are nearing the end of the book,
But we don’t know what the last chapter will look.
When Covid came
China got the blame
We stayed at home
Isn’t very cool
I went for walks
While enjoying some talks
We’d love to be free
We can all agree
P-portrays the panic I felt when she up the aisle, being taken from me.
A is the anger I felt beneath my skin tingling clawing it’s way out.
I is the for iciness the chill of the day, where I felt lonelier that the day itself
N is for never knowing love to get in the way of the hate itself.
I walked along a yellow road
Through a lovely woods
On a sunny day
The day got warm
I thought love would cross fate
When you walk between the
Trees and among the animals
I don’t think what would happen
When i’m gone
My favourite colour
Looking so rich
Any is fine
I’m not picky
A red dress
Camouflaged in blood
Oh what a beautiful thing
The flow of the dress swaying from each side
As the world dances in still moves
The whole crowd is left stunned and silent
Covered in the rich colour
Oh so peaceful
The world is burning.
But still turning.
Love and hate.
Are we too late?
No more forests.
No more oceans.
All this chaos around the bend.
But will it ever truly end?
There’s a girl in my class
Who thinks she’s class
She annoys me a lot
And talks like a bot
She keeps cheesing me
But it’s actually a breeze to me
Those toes are so
Utterly doused in butter
Buttery toes they
Stuttered in awe of all the
Butter to strangers
They look like a nutter
The toes blows on the
I have a strange friend named Ross
He thinks he can sing but he’s pretty dross
He’s only ever on the doss
But sometimes when I feel sad
He makes me feel less bad
He calls himself Ross the boss
I was playing football
Against the wall
With my friend Paul
So I slide tackled him
And broke his shin
And now he’s in the bin
There was a guy called Ned
Who loved the colour red
When he got fed he would go to bed
And wake up in a shed
And met a footballer called Fred