Do you choose to be respectful?
Life would be so much better if you weren’t neglectful,
People, teachers friends not fundamental,
No one in life would be regretful.
Do you find it hard to do what’s right?
Ask Jesus to lead you to the light,
Day, night and afternoon,
Be respectful, it’s never too soon.
The wild haggis is wild,
He’ll gain scare a child,
He sleeps in the forest,
His dad is called Morris,
And the weather is always mild.
Drops of water,
Nothing shatter,
Feeling the matter,
Being a smatter.
Flowers blooming with grass,
Hearing light skirts pass,
No sounds of mass,
Sun and Moon making a cast.
Winter’s snow on the ground,
Summer’s hot feel all around,
Hearing autumn’s leaves sound,
Spring’s flowers peacefully found.
Down the sun goes,
The wind blows,
Down the moon goes,
Stars go low.
Silence in every step,
Seeming like it never left.
You are not scared of the ocean, but you are scared of what is inside it
You are not scared of spiders but you are scared of what they will do
You are not scared of dark but you are scared of what is not visible
You aren’t scared of death you are scared of how it will happen
You are not scared of blood but you are scared of how it is will come
You are not scared of your hurt you are scared of how that happened
You are not scared of scary things but you are scared of how they look
You are not scared of failure but you are scared of what people will assume
You are not scared of embarrassment but you are scared who would embarrass you
You are not scared of quietness but you are scared of how long it is quiet
You are not scared of how you look but you are scared of how people think you look
You are not scared of monsters but you are scared if they are real
You are not scared of performance but you are scared of what will happen there
It’s a shady rainy day,
It’s the sea in the drowned Titanic,
It’s mossy ground with a cyan river,
It’s a sunny evening at the beach,
It’s Mill Hill with a lovely clear sky.
Jumpy George juggles gymballs
Waddly Wally watches wonderful whales
Beautiful Bluey bakes banana brownies
Gentle Ginger joins the juggling giants
I shall enjoy life.
The boy sat there, lonely.
As mum didn’t care at all
She was busy on the phone.
(RING RING)
and dad..
He looks a bit unusual.
His eyes were WIDE OPEN.
Alone, I was at home.
Mum and dad went shopping for clothes.
I didn’t go along…
Mum always lets me come see what she’s doing shopping?
I shall enjoy life.
They, I mean she came home.
I gasped
“Mom? Where’s Dad?”
She didn’t reply.
And I realised,
She did NOT look like mum.
I realised I let a STRANGER inside..
She..
She…
She….
it can’t be.
They came back home now the stranger was gone.
Dad..he looked WEIRDER.
I shall enjoy life.
He went to school and was happy.
(He is never happy..)
School ENDED.
*chattering*
Dad came home to pick me up… everyday this is.
Normally mom picks me up…
dad was unusually blended…
ROT …
I gasped.the look on my face was..split in half.
I was disgusted..
I went home in a hurry and told mum about it.
She..looked…a…bit… RED.
I shall enjoy life.
Her face was whole red, like a strawberry.
I realised.
I lost FAITH in myself.
I was dissatisfied.
Mum didn’t look like… mum anymore…
Mum told me *GO CHANGE NOW.*
but she never shouts..
I had a problem with my family.
My dad rot,
What’s wrong with my mum?
I went into my closet,turning out mum was…
DEAD.
She looked rotten.
My “mum” came into my room and said GO CHANGE.
IN MY BEDROOM.
She thought I didn’t check in the closet as she just remembered,
She hid it in MY closet.
I saw a room,
it looked..well a bit doomed.
I see why mum and dad covered it up…
I saw plasters on the floor.
I picked one up
(Don’t worry, I wore gloves)
It was full of…
Blood..
I shall NOT enjoy life.
I went to school alone seeing a car.
Wah it was very cool!
But it was a stranger…
I was a bit sleepy, tired and lightheaded
so I tried ignoring the stranger and the car but the stranger did NOT look happy.
I decided to run… it wasn’t a good idea.
There was a traffic light and it turned red.
He didn’t see it, his eyes were not on the windshield.
Instead it was on me.
That lead to a TERIFFIC car accident.
Bits of glass went into my eye.
The guy lied and said it was MY fault.
The cops turned to me..
Looking a bit creepy.
I told them it wasn’t my fault, his eyes were NOT on the windshield.
I SHALL HATE MY LIFE.
I decided to ignore it all because I was late for school.
I got shouted at..by miss Zen.
(My headteacher.)
It wasn’t very surprising,because I get shouted at almost every single day.
My teacher (Mr Antony)
Was reading a book, it was almost home time.
Then I saw blood on the window… and plasters on it.
I interrupted him on the BEST PART of the book.
He said *excuse me? Manners?*
I said *don’t you see your window? What happened there?*
He ignored me and didn’t even glare at it, but I did.
My classmate Archie was a bit scared… so was Alice.
Everyone kept an eye on the window.
It was dinner time and we were all playing outside before having some dinner,and there it was.
THE WINDOW!
for now on, I’ll call it
*devils eye*
The devils eye looked… really damaged.
As then I saw in OUR classroom blood,
Shattered glass,
And an EYE.
I HATE MY ABSOLUTE LIFE.
my teacher.
Mr. A
Was dead!
SO IS MY MOM
AND MY DAD
who is next?
“Everyone,there is a barrier don’t you see it? Nothing suspicious is about that window so stop staring at it!”
Said Mrs Ashworth.
After a few hours,
It was home time.
I went to my friends house because I had NO RULES so I bet it would be cool to stay out for a bit.
Things didn’t go as planned.
Faye, Alice and Chiara ..
ROT.
their parents was disappointed.
Of course I got blamed.
I HATE MY ABSOLUTE “LIFE”
Once upon a time
There was a young boy called Max.
He always dreamed of seeing an Alien.
One night Max had a mysterious dream.
There was an Alien on the moon
Max did not know that he was on the moon as well
He was so scared.
I see my end now, as clear as day.
Oh, how I long to see the pristine abyss,
to touch the soft ray of the sun,
to hear the cheerful chirpings of colourful birds
who roam around the meadows.
Yet, there are no birds,
no rays and no pristine abyss
in this grey gloomy day of Delhi.
I embarked upon my journey
as a young seed
in my mother’s warm hands.
I asked her how was the outside world?
Mother described it –
the graceful flights of herons,
the softness of raindrops,
and how heavenly stars, luminous moon
and celestial planets looked alike.
I felt as if I was
a part
of the living world
When it was my time to
see the world,
I was caught in a whirlpool of sadness.
Didn’t know leaving mother will be so hard.
I took the early winds of morning,
and the goodbyes of my loved ones.
The world was enormous
and vast.
I could see the highest of mountains,
I could see the deepest of oceans,
everything felt wild and free.
‘Till I reached the grey skies of Delhi.
The wild wind dropped
me in a park.
There I saw the most vicious creatures on Earth,
Humans.
They can shake the ground, their screeches can pierce the wind,
they can hurt Mother nature without remorse.
I settled in the far corner of a park.
For a few years, I went unnoticed,
using my camouflage and my minute size.
My cover-up caved in,
as I got plucked mercilessly
for a few seconds of joy.
I am glad in a way,
for I will leave
this earthly abode
and
enter a place of everlasting peace.