Baby Bonnie.
Baby Bonnie.
Her name was bonnie,
Cute as a bunny.
She had eyes like the ocean,
they held such emotion.
Her hair a bright scarlett,
She could’ve been a starlet.
Bonnie was almost one,
Her smile, bright as sun.
As perfect as can be,
her spirit ever free.
The best in the world,
Her little locks curled.
Bonnie is now departed,
which leaves our lives uncharted.
and her little white casket
acts as a moses basket
she rests peacefully,
waking up ceaselessly.
Bonnie smelled of a rose,
her beauty ever froze.
her pink hue now faded
leaves many feeling jaded
her ocean eyes ever shut
leaves an empty feeling in my gut.
may her memory ever last,
despite how she has passed
her angel a constant in my mind
our connection, which love alone shall bind
Goodnight my bonbon,
a baby, forever gone.
Clean Slate
I’ve never seen your face,
but you’re my worst enemy.
You destroyed this place,
And took what was for me.
How did you get us here,
from the Garden of Eden?
From the death of the dinosaurs,
I’m left with just one feeling,
Burn it all down already.
I’m not joking, it’s not hyperbole.
The issues are rooted too deeply.
Cracks in the foundation have long been on show,
This isn’t new info, we already know.
Surely this wasn’t the plan from the start,
We were meant to eat fruit and make art.
These systems were never meant to work as they do,
The factories as pyramids, breaking many, building few.
The only way out of the coffin is to break it,
Smash it, burn it, destroy it, overtake it.
I don’t mean violence, I don’t want pain,
I just mean we should restart and try again.
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The breeze caught my hair.
Dragged upwards, it flowed.
The sound of youth, as loud as a bear,
Roaring, it cancelled out all thoughts.
Anything I imagined was real,
With my wooden and worn characters.
These tiny plastic things,
Playing out a story I direct.
I bathed in it cluelessly.
This fresh wind would last forever,
Was the automatic conclusion.
Not a single pause, nor moment,
That I froze, and took it in.
Nothing stays, nothing sticks.
These worlds I directed, I created.
Start to blur, and in its place,
I am faced with a bigger, bitter truth.
Everything around begins to shift.
Expectations shatter. But equally,
They become much higher,
And turn into unreachable heights.
My hair stills, and I come to realise,
The same wind does not blow twice.
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I had to be tough,
had to stand like a wall
for my sister, my mother –
no dad at home to fill the space.
So I locked away the softness,
packed away the dresses and dreams,
and grew up fast,
facing the world with clenched fists.
In school, I walked alone,
a shadow against the pale walls,
the only black girl in a sea of faces
that didn’t look like mine.
I felt it in every glance,
every whisper I wasn’t meant to hear.
No friends to sit with at lunch,
no one to understand the ache
of being different in a place
that didn’t know how to say my name.
Sometimes I wish I could be that girl,
the one who laughs without thinking,
who wears her hair loose
and her heart on her sleeve.
But when I look in the mirror,
I see him staring back –
my father’s features on my face,
sharp and unyielding,
a reminder of the man who wasn’t there.
I feel foolish trying to be soft,
trying to fit into a role
that seems to belong to someone else,
someone who doesn’t have to carry
all this weight.
Him
His gentle fingers produce a melodic tune, each moulded, meant for each key.
When his eyes stray across my face I stare in awe, they resemble beaches.
As I watch him,
I wonder is it meant to be?
Thousand miles…
To the person a thousand miles away,
I wish I could see you again
the memories that I’ll never forget
I wish to see those sparkles in your eyes
I wish to hold your hands like old days
I miss you
Teacher
When I grow old I want to be a teacher,
it’s what I know
I’ve always loved school,
my home away from home,
learning something new,
new knowledge to behold
So it’s what i’ll chose to do for the rest of my life,
teaching the next generation,
how to enjoy their lives!
Eternal Debate
Pause. Do we have to do this?
Decide: We’ll regret it if we don’t.
Pause. Are you sure?
Decide: We’ll be fine.
Pause. And if we’re not?
Decide: We will be.
Pause. We’re feeling pretty anxious, can’t we just hide? Why don’t we just stay inside?
Decide: We’re expected. It’s fine. We can stay to one side.
Pause. Our stomach is swirling, We’re tied up in knots, we’re going to be sick—
Decide: We are not. Stop spiraling. Everything is fine
Pause. Please, Let’s just stay inside. We don’t want to go. We don’t HAVE to go.
Decide: Everyone else is fine. We’re going.
Pause. But-
Decide: JUST BE QUIET! My decision is finale!
Teenagers
being a teenager is hard
your expected to be this adult
and what’s written out on card
but when u make a joke ur childish when u are sensible you are too mature.
they tell you to grow up and to be the best you can be but yet they can’t see what you really want to be.
your too young to go out but your to old to play outside.
your expected to study all day but then your expected to take a break but they still expect you to do incredible.
so to get through it all you have to do is stand up and grow. be kind whether u get it back and and take no slack.
The Fat Cat
I had a cat
Who was so fat.
He could not even
Sit in his mat.
He had a hat
That did not fit.
He put it on And then it split!
Teenage Years
Days like today shouldn’t matter
words from today shouldn’t matter
My teenage years are far from my prime
these days will end in a matter of time
But people hype up this era like the highest of highs
The funnest, the happiest you’ll be in your life
a period of party’s, discos, friends and beers
but in the end of the day, it’s nothing more.
Still We
We are dreaming of tomorrow and tomorrow isn’t coming
We are dreaming of a glory that we don’t really want
We are dreaming of a new day when the new day’s here already We are running from the battle when it’s one that must be fought.
And still we sleep.
We are listening for the calling but never really heeding
Hoping for the future when the future’s only plans
Dreaming of the wisdom that we are dodging daily
Praying for a savoir when salvation’s in our hands.
And still we sleep.
And still we sleep
And still we pray
And still we fear
And still we sleep.
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Life is unfair, but why?
That phrase thrown around like a tissue when I cry
Why must I compromise
When you’re wrong and I’m right?
Why are my morals diminished
After this ordeal is finished?
Why is it accepted that all your hurt in this world is excused by a mutter into the air:
Life is unfair
‘Functional’ society
In a world of expectations
A world made for sons
Someones daughter
Suffers alone
Undiagnosed illlnesses
Talks of mistresses
Thoughts of i would i could
But i just want to be
A girl in the world
War
More war’s emerge for sure
We use bloodshed as a form of resolution
Deaths increase leaving people in need of cure
Friends
I am 15 and I am only after starting ty
I was really excited for this year to start mainly to make new friends
I was put in a class with my original friends from before which makes it harder for me to try talk to new people
but the people I have talked to are really nice and i’m excited to find more people to mix with
I hate girls who judge you for no reason it makes me feel like you can’t be yourself
and it puts a hold on doing things you want to do
but what i try to tell myself is if someone dosent like you
Why would you care what they say about you cause you don’t want to be them
You don’t want to be there friend so why do you care what they think or say
School
School
Books piled high and bright,
Friends gather, laughter takes flight,
Learning day and night.
Opening Up
Opening up is breaking down walls
Walls that were forced up
Waiting for the right person to break them down
brick by brick
The question always wonders in my mind
what will they once there broken and I’m on show
Psychology
when I get older,
I would love to study psychology,
I think it is helpful for those who are struggling and has interesting terminology.
I myself have struggled in the past,
and I sometimes thought it would be my last.
I would love to help people, like those who helped me.
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When I walk into the classroom.
All eyes turn to me
Are they judging me?
I wish to escape to a place where I don’t have to face what feelings are deep inside of me.
So I keep quiet in fear that what I say will make them turn away.
Life
Life is short
So make the most of it
If this is hard
Why bother reading my poem?
Spread happiness everywhere
Or do you not care?
Try to be kind
I hope you’ll find
That life is important
Just as humans are important
Piano
Piano is soothing,
Therapeutic moreso,
And when I do play,
I learn the more as I go.
The blocky chords,
The louds and softs,
The happiness I get,
With the talent I got.
Lost
When we walked home I felt safe
but then when he left I felt lost without him
I didn’t know where to go because he was my home my whole life
home was a place now
home is a person without him
I have nothing every laugh is a little quieter
every cry a little louder
every clap of thunder scared me more then the one before e
very flash of lighting a lot brighter
the fear it stirred inside that he used to wash away by telling me
it’s all right but now
he’s gone no where in sight and I’m caught in the rain alone for the night.
Together
we were together for 7 months,
The best months of my life
I don’t hate you,
but my lips are stained with your name
I remember the way our laugh sounds like the same trickling the river makes over rocks.
You ask me why things can’t be the same, and it’s because I can’t ask you what’s the best way to glue together the pieces of me you left shattered.
When I get in the car, it’s hard to forget the warm your hand would leave on my leg, how the radio would sing even though the Sun was too hot.
These are things you just can forget when you look at a face you once loved.
Men can cry
I have never seen a guy/man cry.
I think we need to get rid of that image of all men being emotionally bulletproof.
They’re human too.
They can cry, and we should support them.
I’m trying to get my point across,
to boys and men,
you should open up more,
and to women,
we need to get rid of that toxic stereotype of being the big man who’s so emotionally strong doesn’t cry and this saying of crying being a weakness.
Its not.
She Saw
I saw light between darkness,
She saw an easy way out,
I saw my potential,
She saw an easy way out,
I saw into my future,
She saw an easy way out.
The Crow
The crow always sings.
Ugly shrill and guttural .
I love it deeply.
Female
I am a female
Pink pink pink pink shopping shopping
I am doomed to this.
Letters
F is for fun
A Is for Amazing
I is for interesting
T is for Tooth
H is for happiness
Sonder
the realisation that everyone around you has a life complex as your own