Allsorts

Today the snow falls fast and fresh
from the sky of Parrish blue
It danced all across the world
so I started dancing too

In Cyprus I across my arms
and circle round my hat

He is a hot oven with a blazing glaze, many chewed up wires but a very nice inside.
He is a holey Golf cap, with stitching as beautiful as daybreak,
he helps me with all my flaws, my favourite piece of clothing.
He is an untuned guitar, he gets me through my shows without worry.
He is a hillside, rough and treacherous, only letting loved one’s pass,
warm inside like a volcano, my favourite hill to climb.
He is a rusty bike with muddy wheels, always helps me over the holes in the ground.
A smile when I am feeling sad.
He is midnight, he is dark and light.
He is vodka, clear and full of emotion.
His smell is sea water, salty and sour, he helps me to swim.
He is a thunderstorm when I do something wrong but helping me to win.
He is a Rhino, crashing into me when I least expect it.
He is a black hole.

The Earth is full of lovely sounds
I hate that some places are out of bounds
I love my friends from all my care
Sometimes they say stuff that is not fair

Waving like enormous waves in the sea
Awesome to me because it makes the pleasant beach
Thankful I am to it and tasteless it feels to me
Every precious drop is important as many lessons they teach
Refreshment it is which keeps us alive till today and makes us a group called ‘WE’

Three years.

Three years since I thought I was stuck

Stuck in the moment you left

Your beachy ringlets stared at me like Medusa’s snakes

Framed as a monster

But really just some hurt little boy

Your dad left early

Your mom barely paid attention to you

It still hurts me

When I think about how you ripped my letter

Just like my heart

Some part of me knew you cared

But some part of me knew you didn’t

I won’t tell anyone I waited

And you won’t tell anyone

The secrets I kept to myself

Something that i hid in the deepest parts of me

You knew

And you kept it there in the deepest parts of you

You were always resistant and scared

But why me

Why was I the one you confided in

Maybe it was my gentle eyes

Or my wavy hair

Or maybe it was the fact we were broken in the same ways

You look at me with such hatred

And I’ll never understand why

My guilt eats me alive

Just like how your fear ate every part of you with a soul

Even though we’re apart

We never talk

We give glares and mean taunts

I hope your okay

I hope you find peace in knowing you shouldn’t be responsible for him

That’s not your job

I hope you’re okay

I hope you find every little piece of love you can and let it hug you

You were worth it Medusa

The six months were worth it

And even if those six months are the death of me

I hope you’re okay

I hope your dad finally lets you cry

And I hope your mom finally says I’m proud

I hope your brother stops depending on you

We could’ve been so great

We could’ve been legendary

But if it really was just momentarily

I hope you’re okay

I don’t know how to get in.

Windy
Icy
Never boiling
Temperature is cold
Exquisitely freezing
Really not many flowers

I am a spy, having fun,
on the lookout, ready to run.
Creeping closer, somethings strange,
I need a disguise! I need to change!

I am a teacher, sitting on my chair,
looking for my pen, but it’s not there!
Searching up and down, looking everywhere,
I looked down, I looked up, but it was stuck in my hair!

I am a rider, riding free,
riding quickly, you can’t catch me!
The wind whispers secrets as we roam,
in this equestrian journey, we find our home.

I am a pilot, working at night,
giving my passengers a nice steady flight.
Catching the beautiful moment, as I fly,
looking at the gorgeous, sunset sky.

I am a salon worker, painting a nail,
I try it again, as I fail.
I make it perfect, as they sit in the chair,
“The nails are done. Now time for hair!”

I am a baker, baking a cake,
I burnt the last layer for goodness sake!
I put the last layer in the oven and try it again,
I take out the icing but right then…

I find myself in my bed,
thinking about everything my mind has said.
Thinking about all the jobs I see,
and I wonder, when I’m older what will I be?

You may have dimples,
or freckles or pimples,
small ears, strange eyes or big teeth.
But it doesn’t matter,
on the inside it counts,
it’s only the person who lives underneath.

Eating a lot of tasty food

I get money and presents

Dogs wagging their tails around