Teenage

Graves of the undead
Opening coffin
Terrifying sounds
Haunted mansions
Isolation from the outside
Creaky floorboards

Another year,
Another life,
The trees grow old,
As another sapling is planted,
Awaiting its final destination.

Another year,
Another life,
They hold the Earth’s beauty in their hands,
And they hold tight
To make sure that this Earth can again become what it once was.

Another year,
Another life,
They will wait,
Standing proud and tall,
Hoping that you will listen to their message someday.

But when that message is lost,
Hope is lost,
The hope in humanity,
The hope in life,
And the hope in love

When that message is lost,
Destruction will take over,
And mother nature’s beauty will no longer stand,
But will hide in the corner
Still waiting
For you
To
Listen.

Off I go in my little campervan
Along the winding roads,
Admiring the nature around me,
Taking in the beauty of my home

The sun beating down on my little campervan,
Beams blazing through the split-screen,
Windows rolled down – music up loud,
Letting in a nice cool breeze.

Off I go in my little campervan,
My small terrier dog gazing out,
Trundling past pretty pictures,
Butterflies dancing about…

(To be continued)

In a sunny field,
Sat on the grass and leaves,
Children toddling around me,
Dressed in sweet blue dungarees,

You chasing them around,
Laughter echoing from their mouths,
Me painting the beautiful scene,
Our future memories painted permanently,

Our dog is racing around,
Joining in with the fantastic game,
Eventually tackling everyone to the ground,
But still laughter all the same,

A picnic is layed out in front of us,
Lots of sweets and treats to eat,
Smiles playing upon everyone’s lips,
A happy sight to see,

Wild flowers are growing around us,
Making everything seemingly brighter,
Bees are buzzing around in the sky,
And butterflies as they flitter-flutter,

This future filled with happiness,
How I’d love it to be,
You and me and our children,
Our little, happy family.

It’s a shame,
That our daughters will have to grow up being afraid.

It’s a shame,
That we blame women for what they were doing or wearing,
Instead of teaching our sons about how they should act.

It’s a shame,
That people say ‘It’s not all men’ ,
But it’s enough men for women to be afraid.

It’s a shame,
That women aren’t getting the justice they deserve,
But still get told that it was their fault.

It’s a shame,
That women can’t go out for a drink with friends,
Because they are terrified that their drink is spiked
or someone might take advantage of them when they are vulnerable.

It’s a shame,
That children have to go through this as well,
Nobody can blame a child for what happened to them
as they aren’t even at age to understand what happened to them.

It’s a shame,
That people still go through things like this on a daily basis,
Being ‘cat-called’ and taken advantage of.

It isn’t right that people have to go through this,
It isn’t right that anyone of any gender has to go through this,
But it still happens regardless.

We treat the rich right and the poor wrong,
We give the gay a day and everyone else a normal year,
We give the black a day and everyone else a normal year,
But what about everyone else , my brothers and sisters in Christ die
for what they believe in and are not being treated equally,
Why is this so?
We live everyday just like anyone else hoping to survive,
We have family, friends, and others we love dearly,
so why do we not get treated the same as everyone else
, the world is a messes up place and without the holy spirit the world will be lost
But no one will listen to 15 year old
Hopefully I can reach someone and make a small difference

warm houses tucked under snows’ duvet
frothing hills and snoozing chimneys
soft smoking trails paint black against ice
dreams navigate the night
every mind alight
pulling mornings cover
bright over nodding heads

conversations condense over coffee cupped in palms
the fire fights back as cold crawls through cracks
light’s globes dot the walls
while amongst the steam and whistling calls
chatter flaps and days take flight
sealed safe in this glass bright
touching hands and warm milk take wing
awaiting what the time may bring

The darkness in the light
The joy in the sadness,
The life within death
The end within the beginning…

I’ll wash your hair in chamomile
to put your head at rest