You remind me of the Russian doll my dad handed me as a gift,
Apologising for his prolonged absence.
Except you possessed more layers than I could imagine.
Your outer layer being a willing young boy with an open heart.
Although as time goes by and more layers have been exposed,
You’re different to any of my initial thoughts.
That kindness turned to anger, you turned jealous and stubborn.
However your core, the minuscule layer, was sadness.
I tried to put you back together after inspecting your layers but it was a failure.
You were stubborn, sad, angry, jealous and overall cruel.
So I left you alone, hoping another could come and fix you.
But like my Russian doll, you’ve become a memory.
Live your Life
Why lie that we want to survive
“Live your life till you thrive”
Till eventual demise
Stay on track
I see your bones
Religion or stoned
Be pure be fun
Get a hobby love to run
Get bullied buy a gun
Forgive and forget
Don’t live your life in regret
Make memories be you
Tell me you love me even if it’s not true
Don’t live just to die
There’s always a reason to try
Live life till you thrive
Your life is yours same as my life is mine
I believe in equality
Where life is full of quality
Where speaking up is not a sin
When standing up always wins
When gas lighting means
Not allowing fighting
Start to Listen
They see all your flaws, mistakes
But never open their eyes to what’s beneath the surface
They don’t know, but each night she breaks down,
Her tears showing the pain she can’t explain.
Every day she hides behind her smile, but deep down she’s lost herself.
They call you selfish, looking for attention, there are bigger problems in the world.
Her mind is dying in a body that is fighting to survive, stuck in this position.
Only when she’s dead, will people start to listen.
The love is addictive, terrifying and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
Until then she shall not sleep.
She lies in bed with ducts that weep.
She rises from her bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in her head,
She idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.
The Endless Infinite
The endless infinite of onyx above us hangs heavy from the million shards of broken glass.
The debris of hearts turned into ice and shattered to smithereens
From our infinite of darkness from within our souls.
Bodies left as mere vessels with absence of hearts,
A soul is nothing without a heart to anchor it a body.
Love will break you down,
Love will make u drown
– In a sea of feelings,
Help me, my heart needs healing,
Love is the reason I have cried,
Love is the reason many have died,
Love is why my tongue is tied,
Love is why I have lied…
I can think of
A hundred ways to die
And a hundred ways to do it
But I can’t think of
A hundred ways to live
Or a hundred ways to do it.
So I lock myself away
For hundreds of hours
And hundreds of days
And try not to think at all.
We’re all born equal is what we are told
But some not treated like people in this unfair world
Men against women turn women against women
Somehow men still come out on top
We all know this needs to stop
Women hold the power to unite
And take back our rights
I Come From
I come from a mind full of fiction
I come from a mind of imagination
I come from my yearn to explore
I come from a childhood of dystopian novels and alternative realities
I come from a world where I’m told it’s not real, it’s just fiction… It’s all in your head
Let it Take Over
Love will consume you
Let it over take, love will drown you
Yes, love can be the best
But can also be the worst
Love can be a medicine
Love can also be a poison
Love can be the first slice of cake
But can also be like the last
Let it take over
That’s not love
Take my Time
Take my time and steal it,
Somewhere you can keep it,
If I can’t spend it with you,
I don’t wanna feel it
Talk it through,
I’d stay with you,
When my face turns blue,
No matter I’ll pursue.
I come from a happy life, with a whole family, friends, sunshine,
I felt like I could be who I was and be loved and understood
But with one sentence it was all gone, I felt lost and used and moved,
I felt no one knew me or only knew me for my accent,
No friends no happiness, and a broken family.
One sentence can change a life.
The Modern World
Why do we buy and buy and buy
We all know that one day we are going to die
Everything you purchase from t shirts to dresses to phones cases
Will all these things will last longer than the human race?
What’s the point living paycheque to paycheque?
When the world is slowly becoming a wreck
We idolise celebrities and what did they do for us,
They go on late night shows and their dating lives are made a fuss
If we all stopped focusing on the fake and the unnecessary
Where could we be by 2030?
We’re brought into the world and told to fix the problems left to us from other generations,
To be kind and polite when we are left with desperation.
We have to learn to succeed until we are left out tired and to bleed.
We have to try our best until the day we are left to lay in a coffin and rest.
What if I was yellow or green
Or maybe all blue
What if i was another colour
Would I be any different to you
Everyone can be two-faced,
You can easily be replaced.
No matter how much you think you know a person,
Do not be surprised if they end up committing arson.
Even your best friend might not be real,
But one day their true selves, you shall reveal.
Soon you will kick them to the curb,
And now they no longer can disturb.
Moral of the poem:
Two faced people do not belong in your life
I hate all men.
Men make you feel objectified.
The cat calls. The beeping. The whistles.
I hate all men.
Men make you feel uncomfortable.
The stares. The glares. And the hairs.
I hate all men.
Men are anti-feminism.
They call us crazy ladies. And say we’re bitches. And snitches.
I hate all men.
“It’s not all men”
But it’s most men.
I hate most men.
I Hate You
I hate you I hate you I hate you
Countries are burning
Children are dying, people are dying
People’s rights are being stripped away
Day after day, the poor are being stolen from
People are losing those that they love
And yet after all this you still sit in your chair
Counting the money you have, thousands and thousands
Stealing from your workers who don’t even get enough to live off let alone their whole family
And you acting like you’re helping by only once donating 100th of what you’d earn in a day
You think you’re all that but the world would be better without you
I hate you
Ty has been great
Thanks to Ms Butler
The options and activities
And Gary the juggler
Rafting and a farm
Team works and biking
What a shame we didn’t get to go hiking
Love is gooey like a brownie
But is fluffy like a cupcake
Love can be as deep as a chocolate cake
But as shallow as a biscuit
Love can be as sweet as sugar
But as sour as a fizzy haribo
I like poetry it’s so cool.
I am glad that I learned it in school.