Into the light

Confused,
Scared,
Worried,
And lost
Where am i going?
Where should i be?
Who am I?
What should i do?
Lost in the darkness
Gripping me tight
The end of the tunnel
Slowly grows bright
Now i shall move on
Out of the darkness
On into the light

The Smith's

The hammer strikes the metal

As the pen marks the page

Forming a letter as metal is shaped

The pen scribbles on forming a word

The hammer blows rain down creating a blade

The words join together

As the hilt joins the blade

As both as word and a book are made

The iron smith and wordsmith

Both masters of their trade

The creations bring joy but can also bring pain

Freedom

It’s time for me to break this cage

Now I leave the nest

My wings have grown

My heart is strong

Now i must heed the call

The summer breeze calls it my name

The waves they sing to me

And all the creatures of the earth

The fish the birds the bugs

They all wait for me to join

For me to come back home

It’s time to leave this electric jail

Ruled by pigs and fools

No more will I be a number

Lost within their files

It’s time now for me to fly

To go where I belong

To break the chains of city life

And go where I am free

Why?

Why? Such a simply question but never a simple answer

Why must people always die?

Why do people lie?

Why is the sky so blue?

I haven’t got a clue.

Why do chickens give us eggs?

And why do cows make milk?

Why do fireflies always glow?

Does anybody really know?

Maybe they were made to,

Maybe it’s all planed,

It could be our duty,

It could be our crime,

Or just a way to waste our time

If there’s no point then why were we made?

Why do we live only to fade?

 A simple question with no simple answer

The ultimate riddle

Why are we here? 

The Block

The 6^th form block a special place,

Reserved for the very best,

Meant for work but used for play

But the teachers don’t complain

A new year comes, the old one goes,

But one thing stays the same,

The groups that form every time

6 groups that never change.

The first is the tough guys,

The think the gym’s their home,

Flirting with every girl they see,

But still love a cup of tea.

Then there are the girly girls,

There make up’s always out,

Talking every chance they get,

They’d love a cute and fluffy pet.

Next come the smart kids,

The love their maths and science,

They’d never bunk or break a rule,

They practically live for school.

The fourth group is the loudest,

The popular kids are here,

Talking about all kinds of junk

And always getting drunk

Let’s not forget the jokers,

Laughing all the time,

Always smiling and ever the clown,

You’ll never see them frown.

The quiet group is last,

The masters of disguise,

They may be shy but still have fun,

They never seem to run.

These groups seem very different,

But they’re all the same.

No walls exist, we’re all the same

Within our awesome 6^th form block

Where jokers laugh with shy kids,

And the smart kids teach the drunks.

Simple Pleasures

A Warm hug in winter,

A little bag of sweets,

A special offer in the store,

An afternoon by the sea,

Friends chilling in the park,

A cloudless summer sky,

The first frost of winter,

And the first bloom of spring,

An evening stretched out by the fire,

It dances in the hearth,

The Radio plays my favourite songs,

As I drift to sleep,

The little things make life worthwhile,

Yet we never note these simple things,

Until our time is done.

Simple Life

A simple life is all I want, no fast cars for me,

No sparkling gems or fancy do’s,

No garish clothes or shoes.

I don’t want wild drinking or expensive art

I don’t want the newest tech,

All I want is a quiet life with the one I love,

Far away from city crowds somewhere near the sea,

A Kitten napping on my lap,

Biscuits and some tea,

This simple life is all I want,

It’s enough for me.