Teenage

Every day
Yesterday
Two days
Tomorrow day
The last day…
Our first day
Was not today
But instead yesterday
Was our day out

There once was a soul with a golden heart
But it was broken and torn apart
That heart, once filled with love
Belonged to an angel, sent from above

The soul found peace in the dark
The soul so broken, lost its spark
It found love in the moonlight
As it was simply not ready
for the sun, so bright

The moon was gentle and kind
It brought peace to the soul’s mind
It loved the little soul
It made it complete and feel whole

The moon was surrounded by countless stars
They lit the soul too, and its scars
It made the soul feel bare
And the moon was aware

Yet there wasn’t much the moon could do
As it loved the stars and their light too
It tried its best to make all feel fine
But didn’t realise it had lost its shine

The soul was left in the dark
Hopelessly searching for its spark
It tried to shine like all other stars
Trying to fight lost wars

It broke more and felt hurt
The broken feeling that couldn’t be cured
But then the moon returned and shone once again
Healing the soul a little
and some of the pain

A little love was all it fed
To heal the broken heart that bled
Once again the soul found peace
Now it could deal with the pain, love would ease

The moon promised it wouldn’t leave again, never
It would love the soul always and forever
The moon and the soul now alone
And once again the soul shone.

I breathe
I see
And I seek
I spin
I twirl
And I dance

The way the breeze compliments my movements
The way I’m greeted by the setting sun
How its rays reach down to touch my face
How it overrides the colour of my hair
Chestnut brown to sun-kissed gold
How the meadow feels brimming with life
And the sunflowers turn to watch me
The cornflowers stubby and small
The tulips and alliums
The Californian poppies waving their leaves
I feel at home in this meadow
Among the wheat grass and wildflowers

The mist upon the loch awakens a feeling deep inside
And the traveller heads west, to where the eagle flies

As the golden wings of the sky bake mountain tops into crisp green horizons
His lucid oceans sing, blessed profoundly by Poseidon

The scythe of the river carves ruthlessly through the valley floor,
While waves weep into the shoreline, to paint the sand forevermore

The only land mystical enough that my thoughts can truly set sail
Where wind storms scar the bungalows, like hoof prints on its trails

Advance four seasons in all their fury but the Highlands stand unshaken.
Sew your mystery to my bones and let my soul awaken.

As I stare into the cancer of city lights I promise to return to you soon,
Where the pines whisper to each other and the mountain wind cries on, into the summer moon.

try to be that perfect girl
the happy girl everyone knows
but it’s just hard
I’m not that girl everyone knows
where did she go?
I kinda miss her

I lie in bed with voices in my head
telling me a bunch of stuff that’s not true
which isn’t fair, anxiety is tough
I can’t deal with it anymore

someone just make all these voices stop
it all dropping down like a bomb
I can’t deal with this any more
someone just make it, make it stop

make it stop, make it stop, make it stop
I go to sleep to make the voices stop
just to wake up to anxiety
where did that happy little girl go?
where is she?
I kinda need her

the voices are chocking me
I can’t breathe anymore
but I’m okay
I’ll survive it like I always do
I’m used to it

I’m sick of feeling like this
I want to be in the sky where I belong
all the voices will be gone
I’ll be free and happy again

everyday I put a smile on my face
I try to be that perfect girl
with a perfect life
but it’s all fake
I’m not okay

I wanna live the perfect life
be the performer I’ve dreamt about
but at the same time I don’t
the voices inside are killing me
I just want it to go away

someone just make all these voices stop
it’s all dropping down like a bomb
I can’t deal with this any more
someone just make it make it stop

make it stop , make it stop ,make it stop
i go to sleep to make voices stop
just to wake up to anxiety
where did that happy little girl go
where is she i kinda need her
i need her right now

In the sunsets above where he now may rest,
As my mum’s brothers laid in their own nest.
Peaceful and sweet, loving and care,
My grandad need not worry
about his gorgeous locks of hair.

He was a great man, a bundle of fun,
he never liked the so-called drink rum.
He would always be silly with me,
when i was wee, we climbed up a tree.

I love him dear,
oh how i wish he was near.
From orchids to hugs,
to his favourite ladybug.

When your best isn’t good enough
When you tried all you can
When you gave it everything but you still feel like a failure,
Sometimes when you’re drowning,
You don’t want to be saved.

When they leave,
When you love them,
When you’re feeling upset,
Sometimes when you’re drowning,
You don’t want to be saved.

When you see other people
Living the life you want to lead,
When you’re jealous of people you’ve never even seen
Sometimes when you’re drowning,
You don’t want to be saved.

But think of your favourite song,
Your favourite person, food, smell, toy,
Think of your family,
Even though sometimes they’re wrong,
Sometimes when you’re drowning and you don’t want to be saved,
The one you love will do it anyway.

They will be there ,
Through thick and thin,
Because you’re there for them
And they are the same.

So when you have a bad day,
And it feels like your falling and there’s no end,
Just remember there will always be a person
You can call home.

My life is fantastic,
My life is great
My life is better than a lot grapes
My life feels incomplete though
It’s an empty hole
A nurse or a detective
Is the decision I face
The life I choose,
Determines my future
Determines where I live,
What country do I choose next?
I won’t stay in this corrupt country any longer,
I must break free!
Albania or Lithuania
Nigeria or Siberia
Or maybe even recreate Syria
The questions I face determines my life,
but before I choose I’ll have some booze
a word my friends joke to me about,
with no real meaning,
You may ask my old life,
but in truth it’s gone now,
I’m a new person in a new country,
a new person in a life.
This is long but it is my expression.
It may not rhyme but it is my confession.
I think of life, almost like a knife,
Something that cuts through you like in a trice,
But I am done for today,
Tomorrow I shall sleep, then get up and eat
And hopefully it will be Easter break,
where I can escape this meester of a place.

Life is a bird, it flies high in the heavens if you want it to
It falls in the ditches if you impel it to
Life moves and alters directions after failures and successes
You should exuberate the remaining time you have left,
Experience the world and effectuate your wholesome desires,
Enjoy life to the fullest, and contemplate your actions

Life, believe me, is not a dream,
As others say,
A little drizzle or morning rain,
Foretells a pleasant day,
Why so lament an autumn fall? We should encounter
and love it all
Fill up your bucket list with all your joy,
Finish it with all your friends, in spite of girl or boy,
Never fall back due to others,
Use them as pillars to
be more successful,
Why cry and waste your precious hours
When you can enjoy
what’s ours?
The moon, the sun, and all will bow down at you,
If you show the world and make them, remember your name too
This is all the world wants you to do
And the only thing stopping
you is YOU.

I am a cow,
I like to meow.
It makes me happy,
So I put on a nappy.