Teenage

Love is, well I don’t really know, as I want to keep it for myself.

Love is, to me I find it a very dangerous word that no one can describe and use properly.

Love is, well to my friends it’s just another ‘thing’ in life, however I don’t think it is a ‘thing’ I find it a powerful purpose to life.

Love is, the only thing that will make us realise anything important to life as it is unusual and obscure.

Love is, Life Obsession and Very Effective to humanity.

lovely is you

lovely is flowers

but when you die

it’s sent into a new life

like seed….

The poet watched the puppet
Watched its maker make it dance.
Watched the people passing by,
Who like the puppet pranced.
And the poet thought of how
Perhaps we’re puppets too.
Think, do others pull the strings
On the many things you do?

It’s a funny thing, to watch an ant
Never a second of labor lost
To and fro, an eternal scurry
To work and serve, whatever the cost
The lowly ant its nation it serves,
facing forces with which it’s never reckoned
And like the well-laid plans of mice and men;
Destroyed and gone in a single second

My lips are like young rose buds,
sealed shut tight to
keep words from slipping out and secrets
being carried away by the wind
My eyes are like the universe
wide with unforgettable memories
like cameras latching onto
every movement that swishes by
Sometimes they’re like monsters, dark and
full of sorrow, and I
hold onto my fear, and the sights
leak into memory
which will haunt me for life
My thoughts are as wild
as thundering waves
washing smoothly around my
untouched brain
like the ocean depths lurking
with thoughts that wash up
gently on the sea shore
where ideas meet and memories
are formed

The world is terror-stricken; all around there is war,
Can anybody tell me what all this is for?
For all these things, is there a good reason?
War, Terrorism, Arson and Treason?
Some say religion, but I say no.
Is this the right path that God would show?
Some say bad relations, well it’s partly true,
Arguments happen; but is this what you’d do?
Looking at the world’s condition, what can I say?
Our soldiers might not even come home today.
Hearing the news, the family will cry,
They‘ll say, “He left without saying goodbye.”
Now look at the condition in Syria,
Only Sadness and Death exist in that area.
Is all this really needed; this great loss of life?
Is it necessary to live at the tip of a knife?
In war, there’s no one right or wrong, there’s only who is left,
But still people carry on with terrorism and theft.
Terrorism and crime has a very high range,
But I still believe this world can change.
A little effort from us is all it will take,
And we’ll cherish the great world we’ll make.

I’m running so far

Running away from the flames.
Sometimes I wonder if I can escape from my fate
to fight the flame inside my heart.
I wish I can do the job of my life and fate
to save the forest from the hunter’s flame.

The moon is rising through the trees.
I’m running out of time
to train to my fullest ability,
to fight it,
to chase it down through the wildness of my soul.

I’ve ran so long I’d forgotten
what the flames have done to me.
The strength and courage to stand my ground.
The knowledge to wound and kill,
it’s not an advantage,
it’s a curse.

This isn’t a poem, but yeah
What I feel strongly about is girls rights
Girls can be confident
and girls can have their say
which will give other girls confidence and courage.

The reason why I feel so strongly
about empowering girls confidence
is because after hearing so many stories
of other girls getting bullied
because of looks,
personality,
race
It makes me think
if all that was happening to me
how emotional would be

The first person
who I’m going to talk about
is a girl who was desperate for an education
but got shot in the head
by a gang
because of education
her name is Malala.

She is now treated
and lives in Birmingham
and started a fund called
the #Malalafund
which aims to give girls the right to education
I really look up to Malala

My hair scattered on the floor

Pride engraved with it.

Trust and Love left behind

For the change to come.

I want to cover my eyes

But my hands are busy

Wiping the thundershower

Cleansing my soul in my eyes.

Memories sneak out of my eyes

and roll down my eyes.

No way out and now way in.

An aching sensation runs

Throw my sight to my heart.

It feels like I’m reaching for the stars,

You’ve kept it all under lock and key.

I’ve gone green with envy at the

hands linked carelessly before me.

I haven’t appreciated your words

Now I’m receiving silence.

I hear your silent scream

And is it too late to say sorry?