Allsorts

I wake up in hesitation but I wake up to smell fresh lemon,
I see the grass – I picture a meadow.
What I picture comes to life only if I say.

I blink- in shock, I blink.
Oh I dreamed!
Everybody says I have to dream
But should I dream or make my so called dreams be fulfilled?

My achievements are mine
But I feel that adrenaline melt away.
My makings are mine – but people send them away.

I ask my friends “How was your day” but I know they are fake friends
because real friends tell me anyway.

The point I’m trying to make is probably confusing so I’ll say,
Don’t change
If you change
Be bold
Be brave
Be strong
Be wise
Be
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But don’t throw you life away.

Life is amazing – YES! Think that way

Now the question(s) are
Will you change?

I wake up
I wake up in hesitation

I can’t bother to open my eyes because
I can only hear my dreams that I would of had
I only dream, dream big- yeah that’s what they told me
But my dreams are so high they could outrun the sky

Even though a rocket shoots high my creativity flies

The best achievements I’ve made are minute and practice can do better:
Winning a poetry award the day I couldn’t even spell “leather”
My posters being hung up now I realise my mistakes I try again-
I love to raise the stakes.

Life is not getting better
LIFE IS GETTING BETTER!
I know, if I could underline I would underline this whole paragraph!

My friends come along so I ask how’s your day
But I only have fake friends because real friends would tell me anyway.
I wonder, what will I make today then night comes and ideas fade away.

Which idea faded away?

I wake up
I wake up in hesitation

Pens come in different colours, shapes and sizes,
They are unique in their own way.
Some never take a break and they write, write, write.
Some are neglected by their owners so they fight, fight, fight.

Too much pressure on a pen makes it stop one day,
Everyone knows that but they never have a spare
A spare to replace the one that passed away.

The ink in a pen flows into the paper:
It ends up making a story.
Each pen has its own story
But are stories ever perfect?

Santa Claus climbs down the chimney
The children sleep with joy
Santa Claus is climbing down in North-East Sydney
The children wake up in the morning to see their new toy!

Life is good no matter what
Though challenges come our way
We face them with love and courage
Waiting for the new day

Through the storms and rain
We learn to dance in the sun
For every trial we face
Will only make us strong

Life is good no matter what
For every moment is a gift
A chance to live and love
To find true happiness

So let us cherish each day
And live it to the fullest
Life is good no matter what
And let us make the most of it.

One day, we will play as a team
And will play as 4-3-2-1 Or 5-3-2 and 4-3-3
Football is the sport, that we all love
Teams always play even if it’s day after day, night after night
I’m right!
People love the sport as it was thought
You can find players anywhere
You can get signatures from players of the magnificent sport
“Players of football!”
“Yeah!”

At school,
We eat fish and chips
and nuggets and beans.
We play and pretend
to be horses that neigh.

Once I met school
I thought it was prison
If you type up prison
It will come up a picture of school
If you’re lucky enough
You are homeschooled
And unfortunately I’m not
I have some good friends
And I just moved
But thank god
My teacher is kind

We are the children
Of a generation
A generation of hope
And a generation of new springs

We will restore
And find the new
We can help the world if you let us

The world is dying and we are doing nothing
Not a care
Not a thought
And that’s not fair

That won’t be fair on them
They will need to face the consequences
We might not be tall and old
But we still have a VOICE

We are children
Of a generation
A generation of hope
And a generation of new springs

We will restore the lost
And find the new
We can help the world if you let us

Yo ho ho – Easter is finally here
And so are all the laughs and cheers
Waking up at 1 AM
Trying to catch the Easter Bunny once again
Coming down the chimney
And bouncing from house to house
You may not get appreciated but from the start
Young and old the Easter Bunny will always be in you heart
At 6 o’clock in their pyjamas kids running round the garden with glee
Parents by the door smiling with their cups of tea
But then the flashback hits, back to when they were kids, eating their eggs
But don’t worry. The Easter Bunny left them a present next to the TV