Teenage

Oh dear child of the stars,
do you think of him from afar.
Do you wish you had the heart?
Do you wish you hadn’t played a part?
Do you wish to travel back in time?
To redo this, to rewind.
To be fine,
to be okay.
For your star‑catchers, once shining so bright,
are now a distant earl grey.
For you always thought I was blithe,
I’m stuck here wondering
how many times you grabbed the knife.
For this was the doing of my blundering.
I can stand here and mope
or I can get up and cope.
Sadness won’t make this better,
for there’s a flicker of dawn,
though you’ve already withdrawn.
I can’t erase the past,
for it will last,
though I wish I had a chance
to start clarifying.
My tears will soon be drying,
for there is a future worth trying.

Don’t look at me! You wouldn’t understand right?

And though I pray, the secret is slipping away.

I’m bounded by these shackles of shame.

I don’t know anything. I don’t talk about it.

Stay with me, I plead.

This unseemly stain of makeup tainting my face.

I can’t understand what the future holds.

This ugly bloom born anew will let its body run cold!

Keep running from my past that is looming behind me.

Aah — I’ve had enough.

As a thirteen year old student,
I dream of playing with friends,
Beating them at football and chess,
Following the latest trends.

As an overtly ambitious kid,
I dream of heading to space,
Just like the great Neil Armstrong did,
But instead sporting a magnificent red cape.

As a religious badminton player,
I dream of playing a set at All England,
Conquering all the rallies, smashing every shot like a striker,
Dominating all 4 corners of the court every second.

As a long term LEGO addict,
I dream of building whatever comes to mind,
To put every brick together with a satisfying click,
To complete every collection – so inclined.

As a budding musician,
I dream of mastering the drums, flute & piano,
Playing exceptional world fusion,
Notes enchanted, calm and mellow.

As an aspiring Masterchef candidate,
I dream of whipping up new dishes,
Just thinking about it makes me salivate,
Grabbing exquisite vittles from the stark white fridges .

As a keen Latin and Chinese student,
I dream of visiting the historic lands,
As a speaker, practiced and fluent,
Exploring the spectacular ruins built by ancient hands.

As a compassionate global citizen,
I dream of a world with no disease or poverty,
A pacific utopia with discipline,
A place without derision or robbery.

As a perpetually optimistic person,
I dream for a world of peace,
A place where justice rings in all nations,
Hoc est somnium meum.

When I was young
They ran, they sung,
They screamed, they’d shout,
They laughed and swam with no doubt,
I was a king, a queen,
An astronaut and rather keen,
I wanted to be a millionaire and rule the world,
When I was young,
I was ambitious as the truth of life still hadn’t uncurled.

However, I grew,
They stood, they thought things though,
They whispered, they mumbled,
They felt so very humbled,
I wanted good grades, and confidence to speak
I dreamt of no longer feeling like a freak,
The truth of life had now uncurled,
And I simply realised I could not rule the world.

Then I thought,
Yes, they could in fact still run and not be caught,
Yes, they can still prate because the just can’t wait,
Yes, it is okay to dream dreams of fate.

As life is too short.
So, dream big or small.
Just don’t put it to waste.
That’s all.

Ellie is my china doll
Oh Ellie, Ellie give me a toll
These are her peachy lips
Her slip hips
Oh, so soft and sweet

Ellie, oh Ellie, please don’t go
Even though you look so sad
Behind that frown is a beautiful soul

Ellie is my china doll
Oh Ellie, Ellie give me a toll
That puffy dress
No less
Those blue eyes
So very blue
Like the sky

Ellie, oh Ellie please don’t go
even though you look so sad
behind that frown is a beautiful soul

I love you Ellie

Astronaut goes to space!
Astronaut uses rocket!
But do you know who
My school’s Astronaut is?
She is my teacher,
Bringing us to the universe of stories.

The teapot wore a velvet coat,
The clock forgot to tick,
A heavy sigh sailed in a boat,
Made out of frozen brick.

A melancholy turnip wept,
Because the sky turned blue,
While shadows in the kitchen crept
To steal a lonely shoe.

The happy moon is made of lead,
It tumbled down the stair,
And landed on a feather bed
That wasn’t really there.

A wooden bicycle stood still,
To watch the shadows rust,
While pockets on a lonely hill
Were filling up with dust.

The match is lost, the floor is glass,
The referee’s a crow,
We sit upon the upside grass
And watch the daisies grow

Mistakes, mistakes, mistakes,

This is everything to think about.

You make one, don’t cry,
You make more, don’t regret.

Mistakes are a part of life,
Let them be the past, don’t bring them into our present.

Don’t focus on them, don’t let them ruin your future.

Don’t think about fixing them,
Think about not repeating them.

Just focus on your future,
Let the past be the past,
and you will not regret it!

I entered my teenage,
Locked in a small cage.
It’s a heaven they told me,
But turned out to be,
The cursed one they showed me.

Many cutbacks that hurt me,
I lay down my jersey,
Which wasn’t even worthy.

Between childhood and tomorrow,
Chasing who we are,
Watching our childhood,
Going far and far

Realising we’re not kids anymore.

Blacked out like a phantom
My tablet keeps having a tantrum
Football boy I got the party lit
This poem your clean up anthem
Flip gold, I want platinum
My bros sipping on capri suns
Got girls asking for math answers
‘Cause I’m young, lit and I’m handsome