The sun shines in the dark
I follow the sun leading me through the deep darkness,
the sunshine in the dark
It waits and watches the dark
as I watch it fade and fall
I sit quietly and observe
The sun drains and the dark grows bigger
until all that is left is the end
Wretched souls,
That is what we are
We are lone wolves,
Hiding so we are not seen,
Exiled, banished from where we belong,
Not wanted anywhere,
Fighting to stay alive,
Getting yelled at by loved ones.
Will my life get ANY better?
Should it? Could it? Will it? CAN it?
Do you REALLY think
That I am just a FREAK?
That I watch you sleep?
That I’m in too deep?
May you stop calling me names?
I mean no harm.
I’m not trying to hurt you,
I just want friends,
But you don’t have to be one of them.
I just wanted to be friends.
Am I really that BAD?
Do I make you feel MAD?
Are you like me?
Looking for a friend?
Kicked out from where you belong?
Are you like ME?
The hospital is filled with doctors,
And children feel like escaping in helicopters,
Kids get injections,
To get rid of those nasty infections,
Some kids get stickers,
Some get tears,
But at least they get rid of their fears,
Some get stitches and call those nice and kind nurses witches,
I personally like injections,
Kids call me weird,
But when they get injections,
They get all teared,
And that, is the hospital!
Remembrance day is a time of year
When we remember those who fought in the war
Long times ago
And those who died on the battlefields
We wear poppies to remember them
One lone poppy sitting on a battlefield
Is thinking to itself,
Why in all the colours do I have to be red?
It resembles all the blood that has been bled.
Why am I on a desolate battlefield
Where all the fighting is to be dealt?
A last primal cry is all I hear,
As blood and death are always near.
A smouldering fire, a touch of heat,
A screaming cry, a sign of defeat.
The ‘Jerry’ will be there, dark and dim,
As the soldiers faces are always grim.
Why do I have to be on a grave?
Where fighters die, scared but brave.
Why? Why does the fighting never end,
As the dark war was starting to mend?
As the poppies sway and bow,
I will make a simple vow,
No poppy big or small,
Will stand here not rising tall.
We are not silly flowers,
Because we have great powers.
One lone poppy sitting in a battlefield,
Is finally not alone…
My sister always helps me,
I cannot live without her,
She started college,
To me, it’s as bland as porridge!
Somehow she finds it fun,
It may be,
She just turned 18,
And I got her 18 gifts,
She loves crocheting,
She really is unique to me,
I would rather call her chic!
And her name is…
Lavanya!