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Total poems in the archive: 29 Total stories in the archive: 3 |
[21 October 2005]
In life there always comes a time,
Where one has to say goodbye -
Say their final lines to another,
And begin to cry.
This year it is our turn,
Many faces - already weary from a hard year of work,
Begin to cave in from torrents of tears,
Their faces staring at you - deeply hurt.
Graduation has come and passed,
And now the exams stare at us,
And in a few weeks time,
It will be finished for the 2005 class.
The class of 2005 will meet again,
On the annual presentation night for 'The Glen',
And there we will see the triumphs or the stumbles,
Of the year that was.
For many, next year brings university life,
And maybe for some, even a husband or wife,
But nevertheless, we'll try to keep in touch,
And hope to not forget each other much.
A mad swapping of phone numbers and emails will occur,
Many people will start to hug and cry,
And try to remain friends forever -
The Class of 2005.
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**The Class of 2005 will never be forgotten - You will always reside in my mind.**
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[21 July 2005]
No matter what you hear,
No matter what they say,
Words are our lives,
They are our day.
A mound of syllables,
A juicing of vowels,
To make you feel happy,
Or make you go wild!
Happy words float in the air,
Like a feather,
Or like a dove,
Without a care.
Angry words squeeze between gaps,
Scratching all surfaces,
Like a chainsaw,
Biting away at you whilst you nap.
False words ruin souls,
Like dark spirits that drift about,
Flowing through hearts,
And making holes.
And when you dream,
Falsities come and haunt you,
Until you wake and realise,
Words are not what they seem.
[20 July 2005]
Misery pieces my heart,
Like a thousand needles through an apple,
Devastating its core,
And pulling it apart.
Why does it take forever,
To make a friendship,
But a second in time,
For it to sever?
I don't know why,
Life is so hard,
And why I feel,
Like I want to die.
Something is missing within my heart,
My soul is empty,
And everyday I am searching,
Waiting for something to start.
You don't know how it feels,
What it takes to go on,
It seems I have no one to cling to,
And nowhere to heal.
My hand is held out,
Waiting for a miracle,
But inside,
I still shout.
[12 July 2005]
Lost somewhere in the darkness,
Sorrow echoes with no voice,
Tears become tiny lakes,
A voice forgotten.
Crazy sensations play in my dreams,
Anger attacking my sanity,
Sadness sinking,
Sliding into my belly.
Glowing stars dazzle innocent eyes,
Eyes singing, crying for freedom.
[3 July 2005]
So many times have I opened up,
To say, to tell, and discuss,
Yet, always have I let you down,
With the cursed lines that fill the air.
So many times I have swayed your mind,
Bent it one way, then the other,
Only to find out,
That it is my mind that is swaying in the wrong direction.
So many times has my mind begun to wander,
To cold and dark places,
Many of which, no soul would like to arrive at,
Yet, places which many minds do pass by.
So many times have I disappointed you,
Only to be reassured by a long face,
And the echo of the cursed lines from my mouth,
In the air.
low, stressful, crazy, kind of experience?
[27 June 2005]
I wonder why year 12 makes you go crazy,
Sometimes shakes you up,
Maybe it's the teachers,
Or maybe they all suck.
It could be the lack of sleep each day,
The constant sips of coffee,
Or it could be the constant bullying by others,
Just because you're a softie.
Some people go crazy,
Others just get caught up,
With the whole 'loving' thing,
Or maybe they're in luck.
Why is the world spinning,
And spinning so fast,
I just can't seem to comprehend,
Why year 12 is a must.
[24 June 2005]
Life can be short,
Life can be long,
Make a bad decision,
And then it could be gone.
[28 April 2005]
Why does it seem that time is forever,
A second seems like hours,
And the end of the day is never?
Throwing a clock out the window,
Doesn't work anymore,
It just makes time slow!
Why does the second hand on the clock,
Look like an ant trying to cross the Sahara,
But then again - look like it's stopped?
The sun becomes hazy when seen in the sky,
Not moving an inch,
As time, supposedly, passes by.
The day is a drag,
Faces looking long,
People going mad.
When will things ever end?
Repetition wafts in the air,
And nothing can be done for time to mend.
The only thing that can be done,
Is to slip into dream-land,
And hope an end will come.
[25 March 2005]
There are things in life that will never change,
Never mend or rearrange,
Like the way the sun rises through your window in the morning,
Or the way your mother is calling,
"Get up! You'll be late for school!"
Every time you hit the 'snooze' button,
You'll just go back to sleep - You'll never learn,
That life must go on,
And that there is nothing wrong,
So why are you worried?
Worry sits in one's mind,
From day to day, or from time to time,
Consuming all energy one has for life,
Affecting your well-being and putting that of others in strife,
All for just one mistake, one test, one missed opportunity.
You meet this person you really like,
You try and befriend them in just one night,
You stuff it up and make them cry,
You sit there scratching your head and wondering why,
Someone like yourself could be denied.
Pondering this big mistake,
You discuss with others and even state,
That you have problems with your life,
From trying too hard to get a wife,
And not listening,
To a friend's advice.
[20 March 2005]
You sit on a park bench,
Listening to the grunts of roaring traffic,
And the chirps of little birds,
Watching the world pass by.
You sit at home watching TV,
Wishing you had a supermodel's body,
Or dreaming of your favourite movie star,
Watching the world pass by.
You sit at your desk at school,
Thinking about nothing,
Just staring at the smiling faces of other students,
Watching the world pass by.
You sit on your front porch,
Knowing nothing of the future,
Thinking nothing of the past,
Watching the world pass by.
What is your world,
With no direction,
Without a voice,
Without a dream.
It sits there like a ball without bounce,
A microphone without a speaker,
A pen without paper,
A box with no holes.
Why do you sit,
Thinking about nothing,
Just staring at the scenery,
Watching the world pass by?
Is it just to live your life,
Thinking about nothing,
Staring at nothing,
Waiting to die?
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