Competition Entry

Make your vision clear, your fears become irrelevant.
Manifest anything, it’s your own development.
Vision without execution, is hallucination.
We’re not limited by our abilities, it’s the vision that brings frustration.
Be brave enough to live the life of your dreams, instead of the expectations and opinions of your team.
Vision is the art of seeing what is invisible to the rest.
Have a vision, it doesn’t make you any less. If you can see the invisible you can achieve the impossible.
Be discreet, don’t be predictable.
Your leadership is what creates an unlimited capacity, to create a vision that translates into reality…

Elton John’s bejewelled mirrors,
Michael Cane and his black, chunky frames,
Harry Potter. His wired specks,
John Lennon’s tinted lenses,
Where’s Wally wears them so why shouldn’t you?
Glasses are beautiful so join the crew.

When leaves start to fall off the trees
And the breeze blows them away,
That’s when you know its autumn and its here to stay.
When it gets chilly and starts to rain,
The little autumn showers are here again,
When it’s autumn, you know it is because
The conkers fall off the trees and the rivers freeze.
Autumn, stay for a little longer this year please

Look, stranger,
The warm pouring rain,
On the endless fields of green,
Perfect, jewelled, vibrantly green grass,
Brushing against your fingertips.

Look, stranger,
The rain turning into wet thuds,
The warm showers racing to meet the ground,
The spicy earth scent of autumn.
Entering your nose.

Look, stranger,
Scattered powder-puff clouds,
Wandering around the sky,
Nothing is still,

Apart

From

You.

A beautiful world is what I see
The Sun, the sky and the deep blue sea
The nature is so bright and alive
But I wish we could just let it be.
Let us see the kindness in each other and not be mean.
That’s my dream, that’s my dream, that’s my dream.

Imagine if we walked outside to find,
A world of laughter, peace and kind,
That’s what I imagine in my mind.

Imagine if there were no wars,
Anyone could go outdoors,
I’m sure that that would get a big applause.

Imagine if our seas were clean,
Everything would be so green,
You’d find that in a magazine.

Imagine if there was no poaching,
That would need a bit of couching,
All those whales would be breaching.

I envision a future
When worry diminishes,
When the battle wears,
When the calamity finishes,
And when the tears are spared.

I picture a philosophy,
With entwining smiles,
With shaking hands,
And with wisps of warmth,
Which the heart understands.

I daze upon a daydream,
With truthful skies and roaming sands,
With eyes of stars and gait of grand,
With no fear to stop us. no fret to stand,
When goodwill is our homeland.

Very bright lights burning my eyes .
I could see only darkness flooding in me .
Sights went away so I had no idea what people did in front of me .
I Still had people that cared for me, but beautiful creatures, plants, humans and even objects were no longer there for me to see .
Only blackness is what I can see
Nothing could change this. I had a dream but the sun was extinguished and the stars wandered and then I could see nothing but a black shadow forever. So I will say very bright lights burned my eyes!

As the sunflower sways on the fields,
As the sun starts to set,
As the petals start to fall,
As the leaves turn orange,
The sunflower still stands with pride,
The sunflower shows its beauty to the world.

“You’re beautiful,” they say,
“I wish I were you.”
So young and fragrant,
Like the cherry blossom that’s blooms in Spring.
Glance at me- am I really?

“You’re slim,” they say,
“I want to be you!”
Of all words you use;
You compare me to the school’s sweetheart.
Glance at me- am I really?

“Your smile- it’s lovely,
your teeth are so straight!”
Have you seen my tongue?
It hisses at the sweet melodies he taunts on my shoulder.
Take another look- are they really?

“Your eyes- they glow,
like sun on winter snow!”
But little do you know,
The blood they shed from the claws of his spawn.
Take another look- do they really?

“Your heart, it’s golden,
your intentions are so pure!”
Ha! What a joke. I’m –
Like foolish Eve’s apple from his tree.
Oh, how impure she came to be.

And yet someone like you,
Should shower me in compliments.
Only to turn your back and spit your venom at me.
Stare again- should you really?

Or maybe… that isn’t you?
You aren’t as you seem.
Well dear, same here –
When the bystanders battle with my words, they have no idea
Of the battle inside my head.

So go ahead – glance, stare,
Look hard into my soul.
And remember the prison I am trapped within –
His prison I am trapped within.