Couples and icecream

Real couples
Fall in love at Mcdonalds
When some
Meet at their school’s prom
And dance the night away
Others sing a ballad
Some blokes just say how bad they are..
But women can do anything you can and sometimes even better
True lovers
Do drugs in the suburbs
And sometimes hand holders
Wont ever hold a hand
Just holding onto sand couting down the days
Till the next have to pay
Don’t you love it?
Caramal and sticks
Lolillpop and schoolyard fun
Competion who can stare longest at the sun
I love you
They are always going to be a cliche
Let them stay that way
So let’s dance
To having no trance
And this is as real as it gets
But sometimes i feel like i’m in heaven
But then the slap hits your face
And you trace your steps of last night
When you had to much and were such a sight
Such a hilarious sight to behold  and such a sad episode
Now he laughs it off
Roll on the grass
And get stains on your ass
This is living
When your infront of the tv
Drinking tea

Cardboard

I want a cardboard friend

One that can easily mend

With glue and paper string

And one i can ring out to dry

One that always waves hello

When my appeterite dies

So this is leaving day

I want a cardboard friend

That can cook meals

From rubbers and plasic cups

Recycling is the way of the future

In pencils made of cars

I want a cardboard friend

Who’s all coloured in

With crayons and pen

 

Disease.

This piece of writing is completely fictional, I am in fact healthy as a button.

Disease. I’m seventeen years old and I already have a life threatening illness. It isn’t cancer, nor is it brain damage. You can see the effects of my illness more clearly. It controls me, there is no hope. People try to help, but they don’t understand. This illness is all I have, it’s my only friend. Without it I can’t survive. With it I’ll die. But you still don’t understand, why would you? It’s not like you can’t say no. You have self control, something I’d give up my life for, but then I suppose giving up my life for control – or the lack of it – is exactly what I’m doing now.

Smoking

I wrote this when I was in P4/P5 (can’t remember which), haven’t added anything for a while so I thought I’d add this!

You think you look cool

But you’re really a fool.

You suck in the smoke

That could make you choke.

You really, really stink

And your lungs aren’t pink.

Your body looks old

And you always get a cold.

You can’t run a mile

And you cough all the while.

You’ll get very ill,

Doctors will keep you on a pill.

You could even die

Then your family will cry.

It’s a very addictive drug.

Please don’t look so smug.

Just listen to me,

Be healthy and carefree

Please don’t smoke!

*Cough* *Cough* *Choke, wheeze*

The Jump

It’s so big!

I can’t do it!

I can feel the butterflies in my stomach,

I try to steer away but he won’t turn,

I’m not going to make it,

I’m going to fall off I know it.

My eyes are closed and I’m holding on so tight.

I open my eyes and we’re clear!

I made it!

I won the puissance at the Horse of the Year Show.

My life has been worth living!  

I am satisfied!

 

 

Stars and Moons

These nights, so ruthless and so cold

When the winds get mad and act so bold

They put out the clouds to reveal a black strip

Where stars and the moon sit upon it

And the moon, so bold, so bright, so elegant and it takes up the sky but no, not the whole sky

The stars they also do shine down from heaven and light up stargazing men and women, lovers entwined and the lonesome unrequite

But beauty does not hold power over all souls

But you, you are the stars and you are the moon

So beautiful and oh so bright

Shining down and lighting up my life

And if i may be so rude and out of place

I must step back a foot or three

So i can see your beauty and angelic soul

In full view and with full face

You steal the hearts of men and me

Like sheep, all fixed upon in gaze

Something beats inside of me

It might be love? That i am not sure of

But it has been inside me for years, weeks and days

And even in darkness you are light

A candle in any sad time

So i apologise i must stop and stare

And i feel i might of crossed a line

But my love and desire for you will beat for the rest of time

Love Child

Pain cuts through my reason.
The knife of my logic
leaves a wound to be stung
by the salt of my tears.

Silkie Selkie Seal-child

This is a WIP, the beginning of a larger piece which I may or may not write, because my characters won’t co-operate.

Andy has only run up to the cottage for a second, just to grab an extra fleece (Skye is even colder than people have told him; he feels as though he’s got frostbite) so when he comes back down and finds that instead of his notebook being on the rock where he left it, it is being flicked through by a young woman with her back too him.

It’s a slow spiral that’s been a long time coming

The smoke feels like music against her fingers; but maybe she’s wrong and it’s the other way around; music winding like smoke into her mind. Oh well. Music and smoke both pass quickly enough, so they shan’t bother her for too long. 

A Twist In The Tale

Andrew gasped in a mixture of horror and surprise as he read the text on the computer screen before him. A shiver of terror tingled down his spine, giving him goosebumps. The screen glared a radioactive green, blinding him. He tried to control his breathing as he read and re-read the text. After a few moments he shut down the window that was on screen, and slumped to the desk, head in his hands.