Teenage

Quinn is kind
Quinn knows how to use her mind
Quinn is funny
Quinn is shy like a fluffy bunny
Quinn is cool
Quinn doesn’t need school
Quinn is my best friend till the end

Rachel is slay,
Rachel is cool,
Rachel never wants to go to school
Rachel is kind
Rachel is nice
Rachel likes everything with ice
Rachel has pets and they are no good
They like to jump around and say woohoo

Friends are always there for you
They will always care for you
Even when times are tough
Even when times are rough
Your friends will keep your secret
And they will know your secret
They’re your friends
And friendship never ends

When I was younger I would play in the sand
When I was younger I would pretended to make a band
When I was younger I would have a tea party
When I was younger I would have unicorn birthday party

Now that I’m older I don’t like tea parties
All I want to do is party all night
Just because I’m older
Doesn’t make me not have a bad childhood

Roblox is cool
Roblox is a game you’d like to play at school
Roblox is the best game in the world
Roblox is great for every boy and girl
Roblox is fun
Roblox is great for everyone

War: the hidden truth
War: enlist or lose your youth
Join the game, the posters say, decorating the poles and the tall glass panes
Attracting the pure souls wanting to do good
But all they got was terror and distress under their hood.
The posters enclosing the brownness of the trees
Balancing on the edge of branches promoting countries.
Pressuring the men to be “manly” and fight
However it wasn’t a choice, nor a discussion
Enrol now and increase the chance of being gifted a concussion.

They were once lively young boys running about,
Their curious eyes full with innocence and colour.
Deciding to hide their report cards from their mother.
Now their eyes are weak with fatigue
Bent double like beggars under sacks
Deliberating when the madness would terminate.
BANG! Another gas attack
BOOM! An air rifle strikes an empty car
This all sounds worse than my wife’s guitar.
Soldiers fleeing left and right, trying to put on a gas mask just in time
Floundering violently is the slowest one,
He couldn’t adjust his clumsy mask which was undone.
Plunging at his friend, he started to drown.
Looking down at him turned my stomach upside down.
All I could think of is seeing my son again
My broken heart turns more dark,
As I am thinking of all the times I told him the story of Noah’s Ark.

War: what an enjoyable experience!
War: weren’t it the propaganda that lead the men down the wrong path?
Suffering from shell shock
The rebounding of trauma in your cerebrum.
Haunting you for life
The penalty of not being able to experience this awesome thing is a knife.
The men if lucky go back home, but for whenever they heard a loud sound all of the wounds they endured became disclosed.
Maybe if the government decided to tell the truth and expose
The men would’ve had a choice, but instead they had to withstand the horrors of the endless prolonging of the game.
As the ignorant, scared liars sat all day, not ashamed of all the men they framed.

Anime is cool
Anime is something
You’d like to watch at school
Anime is the best show in the world
Anime is fun
Anime is great for everyone

War: the hidden truth
War: enlist or lose your youth
Join the game, the posters say,
Decorating the poles and the tall glass panes
Attracting the pure souls wanting to do good
But all they got was terror and distress under their hood.
Enclosing the brownness of the trees
Balancing on the edge, promoting countries.
Pressuring the men to be “manly” and to fight
However it wasn’t a choice, nor a discussion
Enrol now and increase the chance of being gifted a concussion.

They were once lively young boys running about,
Their curious eyes full of innocence and colour.
Deciding to hide their report cards from their mother.
Now their eyes are weak with fatigue
Bent double like beggars under sacks
Deliberating when the madness would terminate.
BANG! Another gas attack
Soldiers fleeing, trying to put on a gas mask just in time
Floundering violently is the slowest one,
He couldn’t adjust clumsy mask which was undone.
Plunging at his friend, he started to drown.
Looking down at him turned my stomach upside down.

It’s that time of the year
Full with Christmas cheer
The towering trees ready to be decorated
What gifts had St Nicoles generated?

The house is now a furry ball
With all the tinsels enclosing the hall
Now it’s feeling like a casa in a dome
When will this magical day begin to roam?

Christmas is like a dove
Gliding about finding love!
What do you do on this day?
Well it’s the birthday of the baby in the hey.

It’s Christmas eve
Let’s not deceive
Give to others for a change
As it will make the spirit grow like a mountain range.

The squealing of toddlers
The feeling of excitement
Tomorrow Santa will give them a mask as an assignment.
The parents hushing the kids
But the ear-splitting chaos is contagious between the grandkids.

They gallop up the stairs
Find the stockings, soon to be full
Hang them about, till the wool is dull.
Up to bed, their next leap
All is done time to sleep!

It’s that time of the year
Full with Christmas cheer.
Now family starts to gather round
It feels like for once this year, worries are drowned.

Gracefully gliding across the endless stretch of white,
Her heart beats faster in the spotlight.
Millions of eyes stare down at the elegant skater,
She’s a master of her craft, an inventive creator.

Smiling radiantly, she flips and loops,
As the dazzled, bewildered crowd cheers and whoops.
She jumps highly and her landings are clean,
A champion skater she is, a true ice queen.

She skates with poise, her movements are art,
A true princess, she steals their heart.
Her spirals are long, her edges as sharp as a blade,
The rays of light reflect in her eyes, the colour of jade.

She fearlessly moves into the Biellman spin,
By now, the entire crowd wants her to win.
Her brunette hair curls, falling out of her bun,
One last twizzle turn and the dancer is done.