Teenage

the moon has melted
so the stars shine clear
suffocated by darkness
flicking off fear
so dangerously colourful, so black and bright
I wrap myself up in impossible night
electricity seems to tease me outside
but in the sparse dark
you never can hide
I’m writing this all tired and late
it’s such a shame
that I have school in the morning

Just another night, driving on unlit roads
The only means of sight’s the broken traffic light
Beaming brightly from shadows
And the lit windows of skyscraper towering from a height

Just another day, another busy day
Cars clogged up in the nearest crossings
Surely, a single bike would go unnoticed in this chaotic fray
Just another narcissistic fool, who’s above the rules, scoffing

Just another week, another couple of hundred deaths
Broken safety appliances – and someone’s forever lost their sight
For every careless driver, an innocent is robbed of his breath
Follow the rules, follow the traffic lights

Make your vision clear, your fears become irrelevant.
Manifest anything, it’s your own development
Vision without execution, is hallucination.
We’re not limited by our abilities, it’s the vision that brings frustration.
Be brave enough to live the life of your dreams, instead of the expectations and opinions of your team.
Vision is the art of seeing what is invisible to the rest.
Have a vision, it doesn’t make you any less. If you can see the invisible you can achieve the impossible.
Be discreet, don’t be predictable.
Your leadership is what creates an unlimited capacity, to create a vision that translates into reality…

When I enter the building the whispers start.
Slowly and surely it tears my heart apart.
My anxiety starts.
When I eat my jam tarts.
I hate my classes and I must need glasses.
Have you ever tried to go to school
when the whole world thinks you’re uncool?
It doesn’t help, I have dyslexia.

The hunted dove
Yet to be feed on
Under the hunter’s roof
Here within trees of all kind
I stand with my weapons
As a hunter
To get, and feed on you
Under my roof

New policies are just around town!
Our education shall rise high above,
With the world, our schools will stand their ground
Spreading words and books and joy and love!

Our children will code from when they are young
Navigating technology with utmost safety and relative ease
From our fresh lands, native languages shall be sprung
All bias between the equal streams will cease

Let the youth see a bright future ahead
Let them cheer, and not wail, when there is a test
Make sure they are well-informed and well-read
Get them the best our nation has to offer, the very, very best

All voices which grace the earth have meaning
They have a person behind them, a human life
With all their breathing lungs and hearts beating
With their experiences, their hardships and strife

Every human on these lands has a voice,
A right to keep being, to have their cries be heard
So why is it that the sound of money drowns out all other cries?
How can our tiny incoherent shrieks ever compare to the one person with a loudspeaker?

We can only stand on equal ground
Once you do not have those mountains of cash looming over us.

He creeps around when we’re all alone
Especially when we are home alone.
He makes us jump
He has a hump
He has nothing to lend
To prove he’s a friend.
He hides under the bed
And has three heads
He makes a din
Watch out for him.

This poem is a Diptych to The Eyes of Insanity
by Joseph Benoit Hubbard

I go to the beach, on a beautiful day,
I’d be there all noon, to have fun and play.
But halfway through play, my curiosity peaks,
And I wander around, to squish thing with my feet.

First the sand, grainy and white,
I stuck in my feet, and squished with all my might.
Sandhoppers popped out,
And gave me a fright.

Next was the seaweed, wet and green,
I slipped while squishing, and bruised my spleen.
A crab submerged, scurried around,
And fled back to his sea-plant home, where he was found.

After the slip, I was wary,
To squish the soft sand patch, of which there were many.
I lowered my foot in, prepared for the worst,
It sunk two feet in, making sand bubbles burst.

All of a sudden, I saw a shape,
Laying on the shore, it made my vision sway.
I cried out for help, but no sound escaped,
For the shape on the beach, had sealed my fate.

I went down to the beach one day,
Then my vision swayed,
On the beach i saw a shape,
That sealed my fate.
I ran away.

The next day I went down to the place I fled,
The shape now glowing red,
I went down to touch it,
Then the flood hit,
And washed my mind away.

I saw the sea swallow up my blood,
As the flood grew stronger,
I started to see.

Out of the sea,
I saw thousands of eyes
That glowed like crimson fire,
The waves turned wild.
Out of the sea the crimson spheres grew closer,
As my eyes grew dimmer and dimmer.

I woke up on this day,
For my vision swayed,
my arms were bound,
The walls were cushioned around,
I saw the eyes and then i cried,
as they took me away.