Teenage

In silent halls where shadows roam,
They drift alone, without a home,
Little souls lost in a world unknown,
Seeking a warmth they’ve never been shown

And they try finding themselves in shadows cast,
Searching for echoes of a forgotten past,
Looking for faces they’ve never met,
Haunted by dreams they can’t forget.

With every step they try to see.
Fragments of who they’re meant to be,
Reaching for hands that never arrive,
Holding their own just to feel alive.

Eyes like windows, deep and wide,
Hiding the tears they bury inside,
They walk through life with heavy hearts,
Piecing together their missing parts.

Through endless nights and silent cries,
They search for light in shadowed skies,
Holding to dreams both near and far,
Finding strength in each hidden scar.

My disability is not my weakness,
But it’s my greatest Motivation,
Motivation in finding strength,
The strength within myself to carry on each day.

Awake, my soul, and sing
Of him who died for thee
And him as the matchless king
Through all eternity!

The bed feels empty
Every, sled jets
The jet met the net
The pet fed me
Even bees beg

Sports, sports, sports.
The best
from martial arts to team teez, I mean sports
they are the best

I hear it.
Here and there
I hear it.

With its odd brown fur, dark and light
So full of lies and corruption
To take the young and corrupt them
‘Slaves and children, what’s the difference?’
To it, a job, to them a loss.
Moving its chains, scraping the floor
Coming to take a baby boy.

It’s hideous features hiding,
With its hooves clattering together,
Its heavy breathe after a step,
The huffs and puffs of a monster,
The rubble of coal rummaging
Clank clank clanking every step
Coming to take a baby boy.

I hear it
Here and now
I hear it.
And it’s come to take my baby boy away.

The stars in the sky
As bright as I
Don’t weep and cry
From the sky because
You are As Bright As I

Across the vast expanse of land, two titans stand their ground,
The Great Wall of China, a shield of stone profound,
Guarding ancient secrets, it whispers tales of yore,
While the Great Green Wall of Africa breathes life evermore.
One defends a culture, the other heals the Earth,
Both mighty in their purpose, yet a paradox of birth.

Eight thousand kilometers long, the greenery spreads,
The solution to famines, its glory never sheds.
Storming through Nigeria, handing out free shade,
What a generous wall – a wall that will never fade.
The Great Wall of China, colossal and vast,
A transportation corridor, linking futures to the past.
With unique architectural wonder, a feat of pure design,
Symbol of Chinese culture, standing the test of time.

The Great Green Wall, a perfect habitat proudly for all,
Home to two hundred and thirty-two million, a safe place to call.
With a therapeutic sight that drowns your worries in a flurry,
It plants beautiful images withing your cerebrum,
a wonderous hurry.
Its glory and wisdom reach their maximum height,
A beacon of hope, restoring day from night.

The Great Wall of China, the protector of the Silk Road trade route,
An ancient marvel, a brilliant attraction that drowns the world to its clout.
Making people travel from everywhere, in awe they stand,
To witness its grandeur and the stories etched in the land.

Together they flourish, two legacies intertwined,
One, a testament of of resilience, the other, of a nurturing mind.
In the face of adversity, they stand side by side,
A reminder that through unity and strength, we can turn the tide.
So let us cherish these wonders, their tales forever shared,
Through walls of stone and green, a future that is prepared.

In the grass, so still and bright,
A slithering shadow moves in the night.
With scales that shimmer, sleek and tight,
The serpent glides, a silent sight.

No footsteps echo, no sound is made,
Through the underbrush, it softly swayed.
With eyes so keen, a gaze so cold,
A creature of mystery, brave and bold.

It coils and weaves, in graceful dance,
A symbol of nature’s hidden trance.
With venom or charm, it plays its part,
A creature of wonder, a work of art.

Fear not the snake, in shadow’s keep,
For it too, in silence, dares to creep.
In nature’s web, it finds its place,
A keeper of balance, with quiet grace.

In the grass, so still and bright,
A slithering shadow moves in the night.
With scales that shimmer, sleek and tight,
The serpent glides, a silent sight.

No footsteps echo, no sound is made,
Through the underbrush, it softly swayed.
With eyes so keen, a gaze so cold,
A creature of mystery, brave and bold.

It coils and weaves, in graceful dance,
A symbol of nature’s hidden trance.
With venom or charm, it plays its part,
A creature of wonder, a work of art.

Fear not the snake, in shadow’s keep,
For it too, in silence, dares to creep.
In nature’s web, it finds its place,
A keeper of balance, with quiet grace.

Moon got dim, an eerie sense did cascade,
The Nimbus, so subtle, performed a serenade.
For it didn’t want the rain to leave,
But raindrops did spill, I’m afraid.

Forlornly arrived the raindrop,
While the Freesias did ghastly sob.
Why is Nimbus always the tragedian?
It moved ponderously; but hastily did it throb.

Longevity? The scented Freesias did stale,
Rain did appeal mellifluously, but it came too frail.
Was it serendipitous for the Nimbus to leak?
Tattered, the ground had turned so pale.

Envisaging joy, dim was the light,
While the rain still dropped beside.
The cloud brimmed over, the rain showered,
We didn’t care, but now the scent is deprived.