Teenage

Jackson the Greater Swiss Mountain Dog,
Appetite is immense,
Connected straight away,
Kind and playful
Silky fur like a baby’s blanket,
“Oh Jackson you naughty little pup!”
Nose with a black spot sniffing for toast!

My boy was given a football yesterday
It was bright and clean and new
I entrusted it to his mischievous hands
in the hope of tragedies few

He kept it sparkling clean for a while
but as his attention drew
the poor thing fell to disrepair
as beauties often do

I planned to patch it up tomorrow
but as tomorrow dawned, the thing
was mangled beyond repair
and my boy righteously fawned

What a disregarded concept
is the importance of today
the seconds ticking
by, wasted
so foolishly thrown away

So now I ask you humanity
if you were I and I you
as the seconds now are running few
what is it that you will do?

My mum told me to get off my phones,
She said I needed to get out and stretch my bones.
‘What do you mean mum, I’ve only just gone on it?!’
First of all the candle needs to be lit!

I started to sigh and turned on my back,
I wish I could give her a big, loud whack!
I jumped up and started to scream and shout,
So she just looked at me and I knew I should have doubts.

“Get off your phone, lazy bum!”
No please, please, please can I have it back mum?
My mum took the phone out of my hands,
And threw it on the floor, I hope it lands!

Metal twisted
nails upond nails
rusty wire traps you at war
with all that pain and blood
How do I get free?

People believe that you are different,
If you aren’t the stereotypical woman or man.
Woman have to be shorter than their husband,
And have to make sure dinner is cooked when the man comes home.
The man, he has to be tough and tall.
He has to protect the woman and provide for his kids.

Then the list continues of different things.
You are counted as “weird” if you are Asian, African American, Jewish, etc.
You are counted weird if you’re not perfect.
In my eyes, we are all the same.
This isn’t 1950 anymore.
The stereotypes need to go away.

In my hazelish eyes,
I believe we are all beautiful and the same.
I don’t care who or what you are.
We are all the same.

I don’t care how you define yourself.
No matter what, I accept you.
We are all the same.

I don’t care if you are short or tall.
I don’t care if you’re white, black, or tan.
Honestly, I love that you’re so-called “different.”
It means, I can make unique friends,
Friends who aren’t afraid of being confident in themselves.

I am willing to be friends with anybody who will do one simple task;
Just accept me for who I am.
That’s all I ask of you.

I sit by the road
But I am always being ignored.
I always ask for something
But I get nothing.

Will this slum never change
Before I die?
Will I get a chance
To see my chidren,
With a better future?

I feel so dull,
I see the birds
Who fly away,
I see small girls
Who go to school.

My home is so smelly
And so unclean
And full of dust,
Everything is rotten and rusty.

I have nothing to eat,
Nothing new to wear,
And nowhere to go.

When will my life change
Into a luxurious life?
But living as a poor man is better,
For if I am rich
I shall be greedy for more and more,
and shall never be satisfied

Every man shall not be satisfied for ever,
For life is not a bed of roses
But of thorns!

Four legs but not a hurtful soul
Making their owner happy is their only goal
The do many cute things like roll
Not a type that likes control
They enjoy going out back and digging holes
And come back charcoal
They find tons of enjoyment in a stroll
After a couple weeks they will be attached like a thole
They get distracted by a mole
You can make their hearts whole
Especially… if you fill their bowl

Roses are red,
Violets are blue…

Memories of Barbies are fading,
Old broken dolls at the bottom of my cupboard,
Valuable experiences forgotten,
Imaginary pets lost,
New friends discovered,
Goals met,
Opening doors towards the future,
Numerous opportunities ahead.

On a trampoline
I like to bounce
Up high
Down low
Front drops
Full twists
On a trampoline
Is where I love to be