Monday, December 12, 2005

not at all.

come into our
lonely town
see what you
make of it
come and see
what you said
you would rebuild
well you haven't.
come and say to us
what you said before
you don't want to?
why???
come and talk of
how we threaten you
and torture you
and beat you
but don't you bother
to mention how you
killed our children
our future
the dignity of man-
don't mention it
at all.

(dedicated to the mindless cruel people in this world.)

Monday, November 14, 2005

art

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

catherine

C razy
A lso
T erribly
H yper
E very
R ight
I in
N ew
E nterprises


(an incredibly random poem dedicated to Catherine.)

emma

E verything
M ad
M oderately
A mazing

(dedicated to emma)

little room

there is a carpet
on the floor
there is a sock
there is one more

there are some pictures
on the wall
there are some big
there are some small

there is a light
it's hanging down
the walls are white
the wood is brown

there are some
bits and bobs around
on the shelves and
on the ground

a hocket stick
stands tall and proud
the shadows grow
as all around

the day is ending
very soon
in my tiny
little room

thought

i was a thought
up in your head
i was blind
when you saw red

I was the dark
i was the sky
i was a tear
in your eye

i am a fish
caught in a net
i am not
completed yet

i am brave
and i am bold
i am winter
i am cold

i'll be ther
i'll be known
i'll be happy
i'll be grown

i'll be forever
i will rhyme
i'll be the tick tock tick
of time

rush hour (version two)

the people
rush by me
they have no time
to keep for later

a wave of grey
flashes by
everybody running
places to go

people to see
a time to be there
as if 2 minutes
makes you late

the speakers loom above
announce the next train
arrives at 10:52
the voice muffled

the coughs of children
caught in a cold
dragged along by
forceful parents

the screech of tyres
headlights flash
rumbling of trains
rush hour.

Monday, October 31, 2005

the man who lived forever

the man who lived forever
was barely a child
his features grey
his temper, mild

he sat on a stool
and wept and wept
he thought, what a wish
my life I should have kept.

he had no friends
outlived them all
all he had
was spring and fall

but his rusting bones
and flowing grace
did not hide
his crying face

for a man who wishes
never to die
will always regret
and question 'why'.

cast out

You cast me out
as if I am
a net
'at your service'

You leave me there
To weep
I do not want
to catch the fish

You reel me in
take them away
I do not
want you to

you take away
my pride
all that I
live for.

If only you could realise
I can do so much more
if you gave me credit
if you gave me my pride.

unknown

What is it like
when you go-
passed on,
to who?

What do you
see
hear
feel?

Where does that
feeling go,
that spirit
that energy?

Does your spirit
power the earth
make it
spin round?

What is being born
what is death-
I will never know,
ever.

Drifted

You are a mist
you are
surrounding
me

you are the dark
you are
losing
me

in the depth
of the
deepest
darkness

an empty space
that lives
in your
mind

you reach for me-
but i have
drifted on
too far.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

year eight

isn't it weird
being in
year 8.

it's like
you've had
you're time
being the youngest

and now you
don't really matter
because you're not the cutest
the youngest

and no one
says
aaahh
look how cute

(which is
kindof good
if you really
think about it)

but you only get
the feeling of
authority
when you're in sixth form

but that is like
3 whole years
away
(I think)

so i have decided
to write this poem
because year eight
is so confusing.

Friday, September 30, 2005

forest

the forest
looms around me
it is great
full of mysteries

the forest
leaves brush
against my
wrinkled hands

the forest
the sunlight
beams through
the broken branches

the forest
dew glistenes
on the
reds of autumn

the forest
twigs have fallen
i build them up
around me

the forest is
my home

Sunday, September 25, 2005

OUR WORLD

I glance out of the window-
At our stuffy world
Filled with chimney pots and
High steeples

The trees are green,
That same old green
Green shapes the world
The colour that
B R E A T H E S

The sky - keeps us covered
Pink, blue, grey
S t r e t c h e d across the earth
A warm blanket

The sun - life giver
Mother nature
Feeds the plants
That grows the green

Voices of children
The lingo of the world
Passed down
Generation by generation

OUR WORLD

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Daft wise

daft, wise
nose, eyes

dumb, smart
mess, art

black, white
wrong, right

foe, friend
start, end.

trapped

standing in
a
cold
room

a key
in
the
lock

but it
will
not
turn

there is
no
other
exit

how shall
i
get
out?

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

hopeful

There are no shoes
upon my feet
I walk the way
the houses meet

I find it sad
the people there
do not have time
to stop, to care

To drop a penny
In my hat
Now i'd be pleased,
Be pleased of that.

RIVER

Drift along
Lose control
Of yourself

Mind, soul
A different world
Ice cold

Tossed, hurled
Where the river
Bends round

I lay and wither
On my side
Round the raging

RIVER

Beach

I like lying
On the
SandyBeach,

Listening
To the
Soft
Crackle,

Of waves
Crashing
against
Rough rocks,

The sea is
Gentle
And
Calm

In
My
Dream
Land.

Happiness

Have you ever had
A buzzing feeling
Where you r heart beats faster
Than a humming-bird's wings?

A feeling of happness,
You even feel like
The world will
Explode

If you tried
To
Share out all your
Happiness

Even the birds and
Wildlife
Seem to
Twitter with joy

As your
Heart
Bursts
at the seams

I treasure that feeling
And I will
Never ever
Let it go

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

A guide to your mind

I was a thought
up in your head
I was blind
when you saw red

I was the dark
I was the sky
I was a tear
In your eye

I am a fish
caught in a net
I am not
completed yet

I am brave and
I am bold
I am winter
I am cold

I'll be there and
I'll be known
I'll be happy,
I'll be grown

I'll be forever
I will rhyme
I'll be the tick-tock-tick
of time.

Pebbles

Hard, smooth, shiny

Cold, warm, dry

Carried by waves,

Catch your eye.