Everyone is equal,
Everyone is true,
All lives matter,
So don’t let people be mean to you.
Don’t be selfish,
Don’t be rude,
Not everyone is the same,
But that’s okay!
The world will always exist,
So get use to it,
Be kind and help each other,
Because we won’t live forever.
Every person, of every height,
Are united as one,
Forever we stand.
If I could see the future
My iPad would have a new feature
So my iPad could have a new beeper
If I could see the future I would go out and play everyday
Hoping that not everyday would be grey
Also hoping my friends would not leave me in dismay
If I could see the future I would see my birthday presents
Hoping they wouldn’t only have a few contents
And not just some tents
I always talk about what I want to be,
But not enough of what I see,
I see wonderful colours that paint the sky,
Memories that are part of me.
I see people carrying on their lives
And people that are as dangerous as knives.
My life is not simple, nor plain
And I don’t need to explain,
what I see anymore.
Right now I see inside my house which is as quiet as a bee
I see a table with chairs and a counter all nice and sparkly
Behind me I see a mirror and fruits which all look very juicy
And finally I see walls, one bare one with pictures of family times
and two with wide windows
Everywhere we go we see faces
And everyone is from different races
We should learn to respect them
As all of us are a gem
Everyone shines in their own way
No matter what they say
Begin treating better
You don’t have to write a letter
That’s all from me
So do it for free
The arms on a chair
As I watch them, silently stay still
One is called Bob
One is called Phil
Keeping my arms at comfort
Although I miss Filbert and Gilbert
As if I were cuddled against little cotton hairs
I love the arms of my chair.
Perfect complexion
Ugly reflection
My tears are shed
While yours are being fed
If you see what I see
You would jump up and flee
Because you don’t know what it’s like to be me.
She is perfect but she can see the flaws
You see an open sky while I see closed doors
You see a blank page she sees a story told
I’m silver, second best – you are gold
Truly perfect, don’t second guess me
You don’t truly know me
I’ll put up a facade until you can show me.
All around me I can see birds flying over the sea
tweeting, cawing and bouncing around
I can feel the rough sand between my toes
and I can hear the sea
swishing and swishing by the shore
I see lots of people playing in the ocean
some are so far out I can hardly see them anymore
there are yachts beeping their horns
and dolphins jumping and diving through the sea
but wait – that is all a dream!
I am sitting in my kitchen looking into my garden
Watching through the broken windows,
A frail body of bone and rubble awaits.
From innocent children, laughter flows,
They laugh and shout,
Naïve to the worst of society
Seemingly unable to live without.
Their eyes hold only joy,
Absent is the cruelty of the world
No horror has infected them just yet.
The last of the forest,
A haunted beauty;
Soon to be burnt to ashes
By concrete jungles,
And skyscrapers with cracked foundations.
The Sun can’t bear to look at us
For any more than a day.
Even the moon, always there,
Only reflects; never emitting.
But of course the man in the moon,
Can’t always put on his show.
Watching through the broken windows,
What happened?
Flourishing life, crushed.
Innocence, destroyed.
Love, removed.
Dying, fearlessly.
Real smiles are now masks,
And truths are now lies.
A whisper of a fight,
A shout of rebellion.
Watching through the broken windows,
A frail body of bone and rubble awaits.
Dying, afraid.
This world could be so beautiful,
But we prefer it so macabre.
A fire burns inside a screaming body.
This was reality, this was their world.
I turn away and close the curtains.
Hope for a better world tomorrow.