Sometimes we forget to be mindful
Of others’ feelings.
But sometimes they forget to be mindful
Of our feelings.
Remember that we’re all humans
And that we have emotions too.
Be mindful of what you say
Because it can be the difference between keeping or losing a life.
The goodness in your
Heart constantly shines daily
When I see you smile.
If you think that everything is simple in life,
Then you’re in for a surprise.
Nothing is constant.
Nothing is the same.
The world is unpredictable.
Anything can turn upside down in a second
So, don’t rely on just one plan.
Nothing is always accurate
Because things are being discovered
Every single day
Changing our perspectives on life.
So, please, have an open outlook on life.
The movie is on play
But I need some popcorn.
No movie is complete without popcorn.
So, I press the button and fetch my snack.
I press the button again
And resume my wonderful film.
We all perceive life differently.
This can lead to disagreements
Which are never fun.
They can tear relationships apart
And ruin the most amazing things in your life.
We should be open to various views
Before we become overprotective.
So be more open to new ideas as there are multiple sides to a story.
When her heart is broken,
When her mindset is negative,
When her health is shambled,
I will be at her rescue in a heartbeat.
The fast pace
That a cheetah runs
Is the quick beating
Of my heart
When you talk to me.
Sometimes I wish I never did What I’ve done because it pulls at my heart. Regret is taking over me And now I wish that I could turn back time. The pain will never ever leave Because it aches for you to come back. Sometimes I wish I thought it through Because I know that I can’t turn back time.
And all this time I thought I could live Without you guys But now I know...
I still regret what I’ve done Because it kills me to think about The endless pain I put you through Because I didn’t know what else to do.
I thought that I could live without The annoying messages and phone calls. But it turns out that I was wrong And now I wish that I could travel back. Pain is still etching at my heart Because it wishes that you’d come back. Sometimes I wish I thought it through But I know I can never travel back.
And all this time I thought I could live Without you guys But now I know...
I still regret what I’ve done Because it kills me to think about The endless pain I put you through Because I didn’t know what else to do.
To do... To do... To do...
I’m sorry about what I did. The pain still pulls at my heart. I wish I didn’t put you through the pain Because I didn’t know what else to do.
To do... To do... To do...
Welcome back to another poem on Issy’s Writing Wonderland. This poem is an apology poem in the form of a video. Hope that you enjoy, and I’ll see you next
month for many more poems and perhaps videos.
Music Credits: Josh Woodward (Disappear)
This was never supposed to happen.
But, I’m sorry I couldn’t stay.
The world was crumbling in my fingertips and falling down past my knees.
I’m sorry.
I never wanted for this to happen,
But you’ll be happier without me
Intruding and irritating you every second of the day.
I’m sorry.
This letter is written for you,
Explaining how sorry I am.
But, words can’t describe the pain you’re feeling.
I’m sorry.
I wish that there was a way that I could make it up to you,
But, it’ll only deepen the hole I’ve created in your heart.
I wish there was another way.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry that I’ve left.
I’m sorry that I couldn’t stay.
I’m sorry that I hurt you.
I’m sorry.
Pain never felt like this before But now I think you’ve opened up my heart. You showed me another style of hurt And now I think I’ve got another scar.
Sometimes I wonder If you even care. Since pain is slow But a bullet through my heart.
I’m sorry that I couldn’t tell you I couldn’t even face the truth. I’m sorry that I lied about the truth I couldn’t even change the truth. I’m starting hate her Since she took you away. I’m sorry that I couldn’t tell you I couldn’t even face the truth.
You never had to lie to me But now I see the hurt filled in your eyes. I never meant to hurt you then And I’m sorry that I put you through the pain.
Sometimes I wonder If you are even fine I didn’t know I shot you in the heart.
I’m sorry that I couldn’t tell you I had to lie about the truth. I’m sorry that I lied to you I didn’t mean to hurt you. I know that you hate her So I had to keep it secret. I’m sorry that I couldn’t tell you I had to lie about the truth.
You hurt me in a way that no one ever did. You put me through pain that I never knew exist. I hurt you in a way that no one ever did. I put you through pain that you never knew exist.
I’m sorry that I couldn’t tell you I couldn’t even face the truth. I’m sorry that I lied about the truth I couldn’t even change the truth. I know that you hate her So I had to keep it secret. I’m sorry that I couldn’t tell you I had to lie about the truth.
I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you. I’m sorry that I lied to you.
The convict had a hard life.
They probably never meant to do a crime.
They were probably desperate.
They would have to survive
A six-month journey
Across the sea
With the chief.
To plead
Would be a crazy idea.
It would never work
And all they will receive in return
Is trouble climbing up their back.
The raid outside my city
Was a scary experience
Especially when I was trying to concentrate on studying.
I love the new bow at the boutique
And the best part is that there is a discount.
I purchase the bow and I feel like I should reinforce my spending
As a result of my shopping spree.
When I build a foundation,
I usually choose concrete because the gravel is strong.
This is helpful especially when I put my foot on top to check.
The shadow of hay
Glimmers across the spring field
For our dear loved God.
You know that noble people are well-mannered.
You know that noble people wouldn’t belt you.
But do you wonder if a noble person would point their finger at you because you made a mistake?
Today I decided
That I would become a vegetarian.
I say no to the bacon in the fridge.
“That’s for my husband, not me.”
I glide graciously
Across the floor
Ready for a delicious breakfast
Of my favourite eggless French toast.
Have you ever wondered
What the world would be like
If there were never any wars?
Have you ever wondered
What the world would be like
If the rifle was never a thing?
Have you ever wondered
What the world would be like
If the missile was never created?
Sometimes I wish
These weren’t part of our history
But I guess they helped design the many coffin etchings.
Sometimes I feel out of place
Because my tradition and faith don’t align with others.
But that’s okay
Because it makes me unique.
If you ever wanted to collapse
After a long day of productive work
Then I agree
That it’s the best feeling.
If you ever wanted to be indoors
After a hot sweaty day
Then I agree
That it’s the best feeling.
If you ever wanted to give up
Because it’s too hard
Then I agree
It’s hard.
But you need to persist
Even if you have to stay indoor
Due to the weather
Of your controlling mind.
I have the perfect ideology
Built inside my head.
It gives me comfort
To watch my world
Become what one day will be our reality.
The reliance on my job
Is defined by my parameter
Which absorb my energy
And pushes me down.
I love doing art.
It calms me down
And sends my mind to ease.
I sip my lemon water
As I paint with colours,
Vibrant and bold.
Then inspiration strikes
And I see my iron
Reminding me of my laundry.
Sunny days and cool salt breeze.
The warm golden sane between my toes.
It’s extremely peaceful with the sounds
Of chirping birds.
The shiny shells
Lay near the shore
And glimmer and shimmer
When the waves brush over.
The seaweed tangled on rocks
Dance when their partner returns.
Swish, swish, swish.
Calming waters go up and down
With the same motion every day.
Peace surrounds the sea
As everything settles down.
Peace, peace, peace.
Sunny days and cool salt breeze.
The warm golden sand,
Peace and shine.
Chirp, chirp, chirp.
I lay on the bed
Staring up at the dome window
Into space.
The next day,
I walk into the library
And borrow my books for class.
Apathy feels my heart
As I have nothing to do
And this is my tedious life, day in and day out.
Tell me I’m crazy,
But I really love the soap
Sold at the city.
The beautiful bubbles
Swimming in the water
And blowing the sweet fragrance around.
I am moving to the city
But not for other opportunities.
I’m moving to the city to be closer to my favourite soap.
As a citizen of the community,
There is a need to refer someone
To seek out help at times.
It’s the hardest thing to do sometimes as well.
It needs to be conventional as well
For them to discuss
Openly with trust
And no fear of any harm.
The community needs to stay safe
And minimise the risks as well
Before more loved ones are lost
And, we have no one to turn to anymore.
I live by the harbour
Never with the realisation
Of how hard life may be in gaol
Because it never crossed my mind.
But now that I lost all my friends
And I’m isolated,
I realise that this is my gaol
In a whole other context.
What should his present be?
He gave me a budget
But it’s too cheap.
I can never find the perfect gift.
I walk around the store
In search of a gift
For my lovely boyfriend.
I see the water guns all laid out in front of me.
An idea strikes.
He’s a kid at heart.
A water gun is perfect
And brings back personal memories too.
The leaf falls as I
Take my morning walk to the
Conference I dread.
The wheel spins
Round and round
Like the distort pain
In my stomach.
I ride the bus every day
Only to arrive at the most unloved place.
School.
I can’t speak my native tongue.
I can’t speak the language we learn.
I can’t speak to anyone.
It’s a trap to me.
A death trap waiting to succumb you to heaven.
Everyone deals with something hard.
But you shouldn’t keep it to yourself
Because it’ll burden you forever.
Talk it out
With someone you trust.
They’ll help you through the dark path
And get you back on track.
You’re not alone.
You’re not alone.
Never think that.
Because you do matter.
You made a difference to the world.
Sometimes I wished
I never transferred schools
Because the transfer was a horrid idea.
Sometimes I wished
I never skipped classes
Because I had to skip to avoid school drama.
Sometimes I wished
I never had a meal
Because the meals are revolting.
I hate this place.
Why did I choose to transfer?
It was all a mistake.
The ball bounces off the goalpost and into the goal. They win. They win. The crowd cheers and they all receive the trophy proudly. This is the game to watch. My friends are victorious. My friends are stars. My friends are winners. They run down to the stands and I rapidly embrace them tightly – sweat dripping all over me.
“Congratulations!”
“Thanks,” they both reply.
“Do you want to do something now?”
“What do you have in mind?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you have a victory party? Maybe you don’t?”
“Isla, a victory party for us?”
“Okay, yea. But I feel an obligation to.”
I feel an embrace wrap over me, as sweat slowly drips down my cheeks.
“Eugh…”
“Sorry,” they reply in unison.
We head back to the hall where the victory party is set. I invite all their teammates as they celebrate their win. They are moving to the finals. This is awesome!
“Isla, what is going through your mind?”
“No clue. I just put whatever feels right.”
“Yeah, like put a bunch of posters of our team everywhere and the trophy even has a stand.”
“And a picture frame for our victory photo?”
I giggle as they express their confusion of this party. Of course, it isn’t exactly what I would do if they aren’t moving into the finals. I would try to make them happy and give them a pep-talk into the proper mindset for the next season.
“Look, you go big or you go home.”
“Isla, one day, you’ll find someone who understands and lives up to that quote as much as you do.”
“Diego, Lionel, I’m serious. All I need in my life are my two best friends that are reliable, strong, courageous, and above all, superstars.”
“As sweet as that is, Isla, we won’t always be there for you.”
“I know, but in my heart, you both forever live there.”
We walk inside the room and I make my way around the room congratulating everyone.
“Isla, awesome job planning this party. It’s exactly what we need to get us ready for the finals.”
“It’s a pleasure.”
I feel a tap on my shoulder, and I turn to see Diego pointing towards the door.
“What’s going on?”
“Lionel is there and I’m going too.”
“Okay.”
I watch as he leaves the room and I feel fear creeping up my back. This is a party for their team, and I feel like an outsider, an outlaw, an interference. I am a misplacement at this party. I shouldn’t be here. I leave the room and go home. I say hello to the cleaners on their way to clear any memory of the event. This night is like losing but winning a match. Gloomy. Depressing. Melancholy. Sad.
…
I arrive home and trot up the stairs to my room. A rock pushes me below the surface of the Earth, deeper into the Earth’s mantle and down to the core. Gloomy. Depressing. Melancholy. Sad. The blaring lights shine in my face, blinding my eyes while the deafening sounds of the alarm sound through the room.
“Isla, Isla. Are you ready? We have to get to school. It’s important that you don’t miss today’s classes because you have that test.”
Oh no! The test! I jump out of bed, rushing through my morning routine, and grabbing the flashcards off my desk.
“Isla let’s go. We have training and you are going to have to stay and watch.”
“I know.”
I begin sifting through my cards and checking that I have enough knowledge on the topic.
“Diego?”
“Yeah? What’s up?”
“Do you think I’ll pass?”
“Of course, you will. You pass like every test. This is also easy, and you’ll excel at it.”
“But I don’t know everything. Soccer isn’t my forte. It’s yours and Lionel’s.”
He shakes his head. I know that this isn’t the mood he wants me in. I need to take my mind off the test.
“Um, so, how is the party?”
“Good, but you are a disappearing bubble halfway through the night. Where are you, disappearing bubble?”
“I… Um… The food tables.”
“Really? I could not see you there. I am searching by the table a couple of times and I couldn’t see you. Maybe I need glasses.”
“No, you don’t. Your vision is fine.”
“Are you so sure about that? I could not see you so many times. Lionel couldn’t find you either.”
“Maybe I am at another place when you guys come round?”
“That’s possible.”
Relief washes over me. I am freaking out that he can see through me and that would destroy everything. I need to keep it on the down-low.
“So, when training ends, Lionel and I can help you prepare for the test again because you are overreacting again. You do this every semester.”
“Well, I just want to do better than last semester. Please help me.”
“We will and you will be a shining star. Believe me.”
“I do because it’s your forte.”
He shows a sign of approval and we head to the training field before we are too late.
“Isla, could you please set up the cones?”
“Yes, Coach.”
I am not on the team, but I am close to the members. My childhood is all soccer. For my entire life, I have a general idea of what happens and the rules. My dad is an international soccer star and my mum is a national soccer star. Everyone in my family is a soccer star except me. Unfortunately, I couldn’t kick a ball. No matter how hard; I just couldn’t do it. But maybe that’s because I am different from my cousins. I don’t have the idea that I need to be a soccer star. Maybe it’s because my parents have set me free? But it’ll always be a part of my life. My best friends are soccer players and it is part of my family history for as long as we remember. It’s my life.
“Isla, any studying?”
“A bit. I’m too inattentive to my studying because I’m afraid I’ll fail.”
“Have some faith. The test is easy, and you know that you can pass.”
“Isla, please collect the cones and equipment.”
“Yes, Coach.”
As the team heads towards the change rooms, I collect the cones off the grass, pack away the soccer balls and help Coach unload the mass amount of equipment.
“Isla, you ready?”
“Yeah.”
We walk towards the seats and I feel anxiety rising in my chest. This is going to be a disaster. This is going to be a disaster. This is going to be a disaster.
“Calm down. You’ll be fine. You know all of this anyway.”
I sit down and reluctantly hand over my cards. I need to pass this test. I need to make my family proud. I feel like a failure because I don’t play soccer, but I know that passing this test will help me gain credit from them.
“First question. True or false? Is soccer the most popular game in the world?”
“True.”
“Correct.”
“Next question. How many players are on a soccer team?”
“Eleven.”
“Correct.”
“Can any player apart from the goalkeeper touch the ball with their hands?”
“No.”
“Correct.”
We continue for the remainder of the cards and I listen to the rapid beating of my heart, pounding in my chest.
“You have this in the bag. Every single question is correct. You’ll ace it.”
“Thanks. But I feel unsure of myself.”
“You’re not. Trust us. It’s our forte.”
As I stand, my legs turn to jelly, my eyelids begin twitching and I feel my chest tightening. The bell signals the beginning of class and the test. I trot up the stairs, cautious of every step.
“You’ll be fine,” says Lionel.
“You’ll ace it,” says Diego.
I thank them for their words and go into the room. I sit down at my desk and the papers come around. This is it.
…
I pass the test and feel relief, shock, and happiness wash over me. I will make my family proud. I will make my family proud. Throughout the few weeks, Lionel and Diego are training constantly for their finals match. I will undeniably attend. I need to witness their game because it means so much to them.
“Diego, Lionel. Are you both ready? It’s time to go.”
“We’re coming. Just lacing our shoes.”
I tap my foot repetitiously, waiting for them to come down. We leave the house and I head to the stands. They head into the centre and I don’t see any sign of them until the game commences. This is it. The time has come.
…
The players on both teams are tremendous. The scores are neck and neck with three to three. They are battling it out ferociously, both wanting to desperately win. Diego kicks the ball and it bounces off the goalpost. This is the moment anticipation is building up for. This is it. Only I know what happens next.
I cannot believe
The time of year.
Flu season.
I hate this season way more than I hate spring.
I wish that a ban would be possible
On this horrible season of the year.
It interrupts my fame
When I cannot act
Without getting snot
All over my face,
Hair and hands.
I hate flu season.
As I walk down the halls
Of the empty room,
I think to myself
What I should cook for dinner.
It isn’t easy
As I love to have the same old pasta every night
But I want a change
To the usual meal.
I open the fridge
To find some fish bait and broccoli.
Broccoli will do, I suppose.
I begin chopping my vegetables
For my veggie stew,
Only to find
My insurance
Waiting to be paid off.
The grind of the pepper and salt
Seasons the salad,
But irritates my eye
As the seasoning flies around the room.
The snail brings
A new sense of life
Along with it
As it threads the wool
Through the calm forest.
I watch it tread
Through the long grassy gardens
Full of calm, waiting for the beautiful world to awaken.
The special time of year has come
When we celebrate our dads.
They love and nurture us
So, we show them that we care
Giving presents, hugs, and kisses
To celebrate and commemorate their love for us
Never forgetting to remind them
Of how much we care.
So, on this special day,
Remember to tell them how much they mean to you
And remember the words
“I love you, daddy.”
Walking down to the market,
Allows me to feel the fresh air
Blowing my hair
In the cool breeze.
I search through the retailer
That I love purchasing my clothes,
Accessories and shoes from.
But then, I crave for something tasty.
I want something mouth-watering,
Luscious, soft, and tender.
I want something delicious,
Delectable, heavenly, and flavoursome.
A sweet, savoury, honey-like smell
Wafts through the air, making my stomach growl
Like a hungry lion.
I gaze into the window
Where the rib slowly turns over,
Soaking all the juices and sauces,
Making it moist and, above all, breathtaking.
I want ribs.
A noble man runs for the presidency.
He practices his speech over and over again
In preparation for the big day.
He anticipates his chances
Which are never high.
This lowers his self-esteem and confidence,
Drowning him inside his bubble
Deeper than the depths of the oceans.
But the day arrives as swiftly as ever
And he does an outstanding job.
But, as tasks pile up,
It’s hard to remember what takes precedent
In this large office.
He spirals down in his mind
With no escape
Of the depths of the oceans.
The node of the network
Directs everything around.
It keeps the world running
And never in destruction.
My brother’s reptile toy
Would never function
If the network died down.
So, please fairies,
Grant me my only wish.
Keep the network strong
To save all humanity
From an ear-deafening scream.
The smell of the banquet
Flew out the doors
And into the gardens.
The garlic in the meals
Left the kitchen in a vicious smell
Of stinky socks.
But at least it’s for a good cause.
The meal will raise money, awareness and help.
It’ll provide a foundation
That will help others in desperate need.
Even if I hate the smell,
I hate garlic more!
The huge building of my college
Sends a chill down my spine.
This monumental building would be my home
For the next couple of years.
I enter the room
To witness anxious students
Waiting for the class
To commence.
I remind myself why I’m here once again.
Design.
Create.
Learn to be free.
What if you knew The world was ending? Would you even try To fix your mistakes? What about the times That you could’ve said Those little words That may have been?
But now I know that it was worthless. Why did I keep on waiting for you? I could’ve left from the beginning But I guess that I had some faith in you.
But what about if I choose to leave To save myself from a broken heart? I wish I knew what would occur But now I know I’m better off without you.
All these times, I was scared of leaving. I wish to erase From my mind. I should’ve known It would do no harm But I guess I cared A little too much.
But now I know that it was worthless. Why did I keep on waiting for you? I could’ve left from the beginning But I guess that I had some faith in you.
But what about if I choose to leave To save myself from a broken heart? I wish I knew what would occur But now I know I’m better off without you.
Without you… Without you… Without you…
Now that I’ve chosen to leave you I hoped that I saved you a broken heart I wish I knew from the start But now I know I’m better off without you.
Without you… Without you… Without you…
Spinning round and round
Constant and never-ending
Is the place to explore
With all surprises, yet to be discovered.
Along with the flittering butterflies
And dancing dolphins
Are the wonders of bees buzzing around
Causing a ruckus all around.
But peace is always there.
When the nights are there
And the day has ended,
Peace falls around and everything is silenced.
All except for owls and foxes, of course.
Hooting and scurrying around.
The cold night air surrounds everything,
But the warm feathers and fur feel nothing.
Spinning round and round
Constant and never-ending
Is the place to explore
With all surprises, yet to be discovered.
The shatter of a glass,
Smashing a window,
The cracking of glass shoes
And the bang of a phone colliding with the ground.
What do they all have in common?
Broken pieces.
Broken like my heart.
Broken like my heart.
What causes more pain than a broken heart?
A lost love, puppy, or friend?
What about betrayal?
Broken and betrayed.
Both have a strong and undying connection
With an unknown bond to us humans.
No one ever sees it coming until it hits,
Hard as stone.
Broken and betrayed by the one you love.
Broken and betrayed by people you care for.
But, worst of all,
Broken and betrayed by everything you’ve ever known.
Do you know what I gave up?
Do you know the pain I went through?
Do you know how hard it was for me?
What do you know?
Have you ever thought of what the reason was?
Have you ever thought of why I did it in the first place?
Have you ever thought about why I did it selflessly?
What do you know?
Did I ever want to say it?
Did I ever want to let you go?
Did I ever want to lose you?
What do you know?
Maybe it was because I love you?
Maybe it was because I wanted everyone to be happy?
Maybe it was because I want the best for you?
What do you know?
My heart will always care for you.
I want you to be happy.
I will survive.
I still love you.
Your anger boils beneath your skin
Waiting for the moment to strike
And lash out
As the offence is too big of a price to pay.
You resent everyone around you
Because they didn’t back you up
And feel disappointment
To the tips of your fingers.
Don’t hate everyone because of something they didn’t mean to do
Forgiveness is the true act of kindness even in the most difficult times.
Don’t be sour.
Learn to forgive and let go.
Education wasn’t always free.
It only changed during the Industrial Revolution
When many changes were occurring at the speed of light
And the Elementary Act of 1870
Changed the world we now know.
Even if you don’t like school,
Value the experience
Because it’ll get you far in life.
Learning takes its toll
But teachers make it awesome
Unless you hate it!
The flash appears out
Of the blue, strikes a bright beam
And within fear grows.
The beautiful notes
Create a lovely melody
To the chords played along
Mixing into a song.
My fingers rest on the keys
And slowly press down
Sending out a shrill
Filled with excitement and relief.
Happiness fills the room,
Washing away the melancholy in my heart.
Music is my expression.
Listen to the music.
My heart roars
As the pen in my hand
Scribbles away,
Filling the paper with endless words.
Every time, I’m away from my notebook
My heart aches in agony
As it waits for the moment
That pen and paper reunite.
I anxiously count down the minutes
Until I turn the pages
Of my old, battered notebook,
Filling in my obscure ideas.
I scratch into the page
My fears, dreams and hopes
Creating sceneries with loving characters
That will forever change someone’s world.
Every time I’m away
My heart screams in pain
As my notebook is my serenity
And with it shall I stay.
The word repeats itself in my mind.
“You’re so sweet.”
It feels like a sickening label that can never leave.
Sweet.
The word repeats itself in my mind.
“Thank you, sweetie.”
I can’t stand hearing it every hour of the day, every single day.
Sweet.
The word repeats itself in my mind.
“You’re a sweetheart. I love you.”
It feels like a nightmare that I’m too deep in.
Sweet.
The word repeats itself in my mind.
“Sweet thing. You’re never evil.”
A hurricane slowly erupts inside of me.
Sweet.
The word repeats itself in my mind.
I can never get rid of the label.
It’s forever glued on.
And what is worse is that I can’t do any wrong.
The sugared-honey goodness
Swims around
The delectable syrup.
Saliva swirls around,
Anxious for the first little bit.
The sugared-honey goodness,
Teasing my mouth
Swimming in the delectable syrup.
Do you ever feel trapped?
Do you ever feel secluded?
Do you ever feel imprisoned?
Do you ever feel stuck inside a box?
Have you ever been trapped?
Have you ever been confined?
Have you ever been frozen in time?
Have you ever been stuck inside a box?
Do you feel as if there’s no way out?
Do you feel like you’re drowning?
Do you feel suffocated?
Do you feel stuck inside a box?
Yum, yum, yum.
All these delicious sweet treats
Teasing my tastebuds
Begging for a bite.
Cakes, biscuits, brownies.
All mouth-watering
Teasing my tastebuds
Begging for a bite.
Pies, tarts, puddings.
Appetising delights
Teasing my tastebuds
Begging for a bite.
Let’s bake in the kitchen
And cook up a sugary goodness
That’ll tease my tastebuds
For a bite.
The collection of words
Builds upon the page,
Creating a twisted story
Before your very eyes.
School is fun.
It teaches us many things,
Even if we won’t need most of it.
It spreads our wings
And helps us soar
Into the big world.
It showers us with tools
That is hurled
To get us through rough times.
School is fun.
It’s enjoyable
And remember to get your work done.
Plop! Bang! Crash! Tripping, stumbling and falling wherever we go. Can’t you be less oafish ever in your life? It’s really annoying and embarrassing. Don’t you care about what people think? They stomp off and leave you in a daze. Seriously? What kind of friends are they? Embarrassment shouldn’t affect them because they’re not the ones falling all over the place. What kind of friends are they? You think to yourself and thoughts of betrayal crowd your head. What if they hate me? What if they’re going to replace me? What if they keep manipulating me? They mustn’t be my real friends. It hurts knowing no one cares and that everyone is just using me. It hurts… Pain tugs at my heart and I hide away, concealing myself from the evil world. They’re not my friends. They’re not my friends. They’re not my friends… Tears fall in the opaque room, but when I leave, my mask covers my face. Why am I letting them take over? Why are they winning? Why am I letting them hurt me? Now, I don’t have anyone to turn to, to talk to, to tell my secrets to, or someone to hang out with. But, secrets are better private. No one can use them against you. No one. Feelings are nothing but a thin glass that cracks instantly if they are hit. They’re impossible to fix quickly and can’t provide shelter. Broken. Broken. Broken. They’re not my friends…
I’m salty?
Do you think before you speak?
Do you know my life?
Do you know me at all?
I’m salty?
Have you ever wondered why I’m acting this way?
Have you ever wondered what the reason may be?
Have you ever wondered to ask me why?
I’m salty?
Did I lose a close friend?
Did I lose my soul for an incident to occur?
Did I lose my life because of something you would never do?
I’m salty?
Maybe it’s because my heart’s been broken?
Maybe it’s because I lost someone I loved?
Maybe it’s because what I think is right is truly wrong?
I’m salty?
Don’t make assumptions.
You don’t know me.
Don’t say I’m salty.
I’m a child.
You’re a child.
We’re all kids.
Let’s go to the playground.
Let’s explore the swings,
Slide and merry-go-round.
Let’s join in on the climbing equipment,
Balance beam and rocking animals.
Life is for us to investigate,
Discover and enjoy.
So, let’s go to the playground
And explore to our heart’s content.
I’m a child.
You’re a child.
We’re all kids.
Let’s go to the playground.
Before I leave,
I put on my mask.
Conceal my emotions,
Feelings and fears.
I step into the world,
Preparing to tear me down.
I keep my eyes down
And an expressionless face falls into place.
When I arrive,
I hide away from the world
Inside my brain
Only showing my true self to no one at all.
The lightness of your lips
Sends a chill down my spine
Encaptivating me
In this everlasting bliss.
Your big, strong arms
Keep me safe
Encaptivating me
In this everlasting bliss.
Our love is so true
Never to be broken
Or beaten down
By the jealous world.
Spicy, sweet, salty.
The delicious flavours
That brighten up a bland dish
Is all that I need.
The scrumptious flavours
All combine into one,
Creating an onset sensation
For my crazy tastebuds.
It swirls a whirlwind in my stomach.
An ecstasy
Delighting me.
Spicy, sweet, salty.
Warm and comfortable
On your feet.
It keeps you warm
During the harsh, cruel winter.
They wrap your toes
Into a blanket of fluff,
Concealing your feet
During the harsh, cruel winter.
The chilly wind
Erupts into flames,
But your feet stay warm
During the harsh, cruel winter.
Warm and toasty.
Fluffy and comfy.
Your feet’s hero
During the harsh, cruel winter.
Yum, yum, yum.
The sweet goodness
Which relieves all pain
Fills you with calm.
The fine white powder
Coats over the delicious treat
Which you beg to indulge
And treasure with each bite.
You eagerly wait
Jumping and prancing with pure excitement.
It is all you can think of.
The sweet heaven.
A gush of energy sweeps over you
Making you energetic and crazy.
It leaves you craving more
For the sake of your sweet tooth.
Yum, yum, yum.
The fine white powder
Over the delicious treat
Which you beg to indulge and treasure with each bite.
The sound blares through
The silent morning.
It creates excitement
And annoyance
For everyone around.
The morning birds shrill,
Setting everything into motion.
Up, up, up.
Rise to the morning call
Of the noisy alarm.
Where your day begins,
It’s just about fun.
A glass of water
Half full,
Half-empty
But forever apart.
A glass of water
That holds the life she lives,
And the life she lost
But forever apart.
A glass of water
One Yin,
And one Yang
But forever complementing each other.
The shimmering light
Creates a glowing spotlight
Around the silent
Night and beautiful sounds flood
The evening with joyful sounds.
The glimmering sparkle
That fills you up with hope
In a dark room
That feels claustrophobic and confined.
It stares intensely around the darkness
Washing a sense of fear over you,
Nonetheless, reassures you
Of your safety.
It envelopes you
Wrapping its strong arms
Round your shivering,
Shuddering shoulders.
The sparkle does not waver.
The sparkle does not shake.
The sparkle does not move.
The sparkle stays still.
Shine bright.
The light will always shine out
And save you when in desperate need
To find your way out of a pickle.
A tiny spark that
Ignites the world, showering
The world with silver.
Sea levels rise.
The summers hotter
And increased hazards.
Climate change is taking effect.
East coasts are low.
Human health in danger
And biodiversity dying out.
Climate change is taking effect.
Save the planet.
Limit the use of energy
And the use of fossil fuels.
Save the planet because it’s our only one.
A beauty.
A success.
A vision.
Wealth.
Everything we think of associated with gold
Comes from our desires,
Dreams, achievements and wants.
Beauty, success, vision, and wealth.
We all have different perspectives
And views on the precious metal.
Whether for jewellery,
Money or medals,
They’re in our everyday lives
Making special memories
Creating moments, we’ll cherish.
Gold isn’t just a thing we need.
It creates a bond,
Strong enough to withstand anything
And, most importantly,
Brings us all together.
Cities.
Many people choose to live in cities
Not for just entertainment
But occupational opportunities.
They provide a large economy
And plenty of variety for the community.
Cities are not all perfect paradises.
They can be noisy and may not have all you remember as a child.
Cities have grown over the decades.
From farming to manufacturing,
Countries have evolved since the Industrial Revolution.
Everything has become simpler and easier
With many new products and ideas
Taking the world by storm.
Megacities are popping up everywhere
Driving the world into a new path
Where what we’ve known
Is about to grow, evolve and change.
Everything is moving steadily
Waiting for a falling meteor to change the world we know.
The sparkle catches your eye,
Drawing in your attention
To the glamorous trap.
You seek the attention
Hoping that it’ll bring you what you’ve always wanted –
Attention.
You think of all the scenarios
That may occur
Dragging your mind deeper and deeper
Into a sense of uncertainty and want.
But will it bring you attention?
Will it give you your desired outcome?
You ponder over little things
Forgetting the world behind you
And dreaming of achieving
Your true desire.
“Buy the dress,” one says.
“Don’t! It will do you nothing,” says another.
Bickering back and forth,
Hoping for a decision to come – yes or no?
The mess floods the desk,
Creating a puddle and
Soaking the clean floor.
Pandas, seals, and llamas.
I’m drawn to these fascinating creatures
Which amaze me in numerous ways.
They’re all unique in their special way.
Pandas.
Cute and adorable with their black and white coat,
Snubby noses and chubby cheeks
Makes them an all-time favourite.
Seals are just the cutest things ever!
I love their fluffy coat
And not to mention their mesmerising eyes.
Just the cutest thing ever!
Llamas are pretty.
With long necks and fluffy coats,
They’re one of my favourites.
Fluffy, fluffy, fluffy.
Pandas, seals, and llamas.
My favourite animals
Whether marine, mammal, reptile, or amphibian,
They’re my favourites.
A petal falls
Slowly withering away.
It cascades down and turns into ash,
Blowing away as the wind sung.
The disappearance slowly increases
As the petals decrease.
All but one is gone.
The last rose left.
It’s as if every heartbreak,
Rejection and loss
Can contribute to another lost petal.
But, it does.
A petal travels down
Grazing the floor
And turning to ash.
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
A petal falls
Slowly withering away.
It cascades down and turns into ash,
Blowing away as the wind sung.
Pain.
Everything hurts.
Life is miserable and everything falls apart.
Nothing feels right but the pain only grows.
All emotions and feelings concealed
With fake emotions and feelings coming through.
But what’s there to hide?
Feelings? Emotions? Regret?
What is there to hide?
Secrets are best kept private
And not public.
But nobody cares.
Feelings are like glasses,
And once broken,
They’re hard to repair.
Broken. Broken. Broken.
Hurt is guilt.
Pain is solid.
But what’s there to hide?
What is there to hide?
The special time of year has come
When we celebrate our mums.
To show them that we care
We go to great lengths
Providing gifts, treats, hugs and kisses.
They mean a lot to us
As they are our anchors
Keeping us on Earth and not floating away.
So, on this special day,
Remember to tell them how much they mean to you
And remember the words
“I love you, mummy.”
The moon
Is a fascinating place
Full of wonder
To explore.
They hold interesting experiences
And many dream of visiting
The moon
During their childhood.
An enticing place
That has many imaginations
Jumping and running
Wild.
They draw many inspirations
And aspirations from
This amazing place –
The moon.
The moon
Is a fascinating place
Full of wonder
To explore.
Family are sweet.
They are always there for you
Whatever the matter.
And love you too.
Parents will care for you
As they treasure you with their hearts.
Take care of them too
As much as you love your tarts.
Siblings and cousins
Mean the world
As they’re your friends from birth
So, keep them whirled.
Relatives are special too.
They’ll take care
When your parents can’t
So, don’t be hard to bear.
Family are sweet.
They are always there for you
Whatever the matter.
And love you too.
Fun, exciting toys.
An engagement for children of all ages
And a great way to wind down
As they’re the perfect companion like a pet.
Fun, exciting toys.
They’ll be there when you’re under the weather
And always make your day a bit brighter.
Awesome and a sweet companion.
Fun, exciting toys.
They provide comfort to young ones
And will always be by your side.
A loving and compassionate companion.
Fun, exciting toys.
An engagement for children of all ages
And a great way to wind down
As they’re the perfect companion like a pet.
Fun, exciting toys.
Children all love them
And so, will you.
A perfect little companion.
An annual celebration
That is a day filled with joy.
It is an exciting and fun-filled day
To spend with loved ones.
Birthdays are special
As they mark the day you arrived on Earth.
They mean things to people
And provide an excuse for people to spoil you.
Awesome things can happen
But at the very least so can bad.
It’s nearly like a wedding day
Except it repeats itself more than once.
An annual celebration
That is a day filled with joy.
It is an exciting and fun-filled day
To spend with loved ones.
Birthdays are special
As they mark the day you arrived on Earth.
They mean things to people
And provide an excuse for people to spoil you.
We learn three types of rocks in our life.
Igneous.
Sedimentary.
Metamorphic.
Igneous rocks are formed from the cooling of lava or magma.
They include granite,
Obsidian, pumice and many more.
They are fascinating and interesting.
Sedimentary rocks are formed by the collection of small deposited particles.
Sandstone, limestone, and shale
Are a few examples
Of these spellbinding rocks.
Metamorphic rocks are formed with metamorphism.
Pressure and heat cause the rock to change from either sedimentary or igneous.
Marble, quartzite, and gneiss are a few examples
Of these captivating rocks.
We learn three types of rocks in our life.
Igneous.
Sedimentary.
Metamorphic.
Dance means the world to me.
It’s a way to express,
Show
And create a masterpiece all in one.
It’s a blissful experience
Full of adventure and excitement.
I enjoy it so much
And I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
If I didn’t dance,
I don’t know how I’d survive.
It’s the reason many people wake up each day
And why they train effortlessly to reach the stars.
It allows me to explore
And roam the beautiful world.
An awesome hobby
And a career too.
Dance means the world to me.
It’s a way to express,
Show
And create a masterpiece all in one.
Competition can bring out the best of someone
Or the worse.
It’s not easy to tell
And can be damaging.
But they shouldn’t be bad.
Try to have fun
And don’t be a bad sport.
Competitions are exciting
And should be treasured.
You’ll never know if it’s your last
And you’ll never know if you have to give it up.
They are amazing.
A victory or loss.
A success of fail.
They’re all part of life
And competitions help us learn about them.
Competition can bring out the best of someone
Or the worse.
But we need to participate
As we learn many great things from them.
Voices They take over my mind. Can you hear me whispering? Trying to find my voice within.
Voices They take over my mind. All I hear is screaming Always going on again.
No matter how hard I try to fight it, It keeps on going on.
Everybody wants to know what’s going on Then they use it against me Trying to act like they know what's wrong. All I want to do is keep it down But no one will ever leave me alone. Never leave me alone. Never leave me alone. Never leave me alone.
Silence Takes over my mind. Not a single sound No noise as I go round.
No matter how hard I try to end it, It keeps on going on.
Everybody wants to know what’s going on Then they use it against me Trying to act like they know what's wrong. All I want to do is keep it down But no one will ever leave me alone. Never leave me alone. Never leave me alone. Never leave me alone.
Everybody wants to know what’s going on Then they use it against me Trying to act like they know what's wrong. All I ever wanted was to keep it down But no one will ever leave me alone. Never leave me alone. Never leave me alone. Never leave me alone.
Never leave me alone. Never leave me alone. Never leave me alone.
This is a song that I wrote. It’s in somewhat of a poetic form. Hope you enjoyed it!
Earth is our home.
The only place we know
And we’re slowly losing it.
Bit by bit, it crumbles away
Although we can save it.
We choose to forget
And take everything for granted.
Our beautiful planet slipping through our fingertips.
We need to care for our world
And play our part
Because once it’s gone,
So is everything we’ve ever known…
Myths are legends,
Folktale and stories
Told and lead as a misconception.
But don’t let it fool you.
Unicorns are legendary creatures
With a large pointed horn.
Wondrous and magical
Full of enchantment.
A pegasus is a winged horse.
A symbol of power,
Freedom and natural talent
Makes it a seraphic creature.
Goblins are monstrous with conflicting abilities
And temperament.
They work for evil and mischief
Always ready to deceive anyone who crosses their path.
There are multiple myths in the world
Consisting of good and evil.
But don’t be fooled
As looks can be deceiving.
Colours are everywhere.
Around you,
On you,
In front of you,
Behind you, etc.
They all have special meanings
With positives and negatives.
But let’s not be judgemental or rude.
Red is the colour of energy,
Passion, action, ambition
And determination.
Ready for anything and has a fiery sting.
Orange is the colour of communication.
Sadly, it can also be a sign of pessimism and superficiality.
But don’t hate this colour.
It’s still very special.
Yellow is mind and intellect.
Also, optimistic, and cheerful
All-day long
With never a dull moment with yellow around.
Balance and growth.
Self-reliance and positive.
Green is the colour for you,
So, love everything around you but don’t become possessive.
Blue is the colour of trust and peace.
Loyalty and integrity at its best
With a calm aura
So, love this colour with all your heart.
Indigo is the colour of intuition.
Idealism and structure are favoured
As well as ritualistic and addictive at times.
Beautiful is the word to describe it.
Purple.
The colour of imagination,
Creativity and individuality.
Perfect for artists.
Turquoise is the new orange.
Good for communication
And the clarity of mind.
But don’t leave orange out!
Pink has fascinating psychology.
Unconditional love and nurturing.
Don’t think it’s immature, silly, and only for girls
Because it’s special in its way.
Magenta is universal harmony
And emotional balance.
Spirituality and practicality
Always together and ready to set out on their life path.
Brown is friendly and serious.
Down-to-earth but secure and protected.
It provides comfort and material wealth.
Safety is first.
Grey is compromising.
Not black or white
But the transition between
Without emotions and detachment.
Silver has feminine energy.
Relation to the moon and ebb
Flows along with the tide
With emotion and mystery.
Gold is a success.
Achievements and triumph
Or abundance and prosperity.
Sophistication at its finest.
White is pure.
The colour of perfection,
Purity, innocence,
Wholeness and completion.
Black is secretive.
Full of the unknown
With an aura of mystery
Locking everything away.
These colours are all unique
Like each one of us.
They hold special qualities
That is treated with care.
Show some love to the colours
As they are more than something that is on our favourite’s list.
They mean something
And show a reflection of who we are as a person.
Make-up is what we use to cover our faces
Even though we don’t need it.
It’s not necessary.
You are beautiful.
You shouldn’t cover your flaws
As they make you who you are
And they are unique just like you.
You are beautiful.
Cosmetics are a choice.
But you shouldn’t hide your true beauty.
Be yourself.
You are beautiful.
No one needs to hide their true selves.
Everyone is special
And deserves to feel that way – with or without make-up.
You are beautiful.
Don’t hide your face.
Smile and show the world your brilliance.
You are enough.
You are beautiful.
Draw, paint, sculpt.
Creating a masterpiece
In the blink of an eye.
A beautiful work of art
To cover the plain walls.
The colours brighten the room
And bring the apartment to life.
It is a glorious world
Full of beauty and excitement.
It shows the craziness in my personality
And is an extension of myself.
Expression is key
Just like creating something you will love.
It shows the real you
And brings everyone together.
A lovely work of art.
Draw, paint, sculpt.
A way to express,
Show and tell
The world our feelings.
Constellations are a group
Of stars that form a recognisable pattern
Named after its apparent form
Or mythical figure.
In total,
There are eighty-eight constellations
In both the northern and southern hemispheres
Combined.
Aries is a fire sign.
They are passionate and outspoken,
But are confident leaders
Ready to rule.
Taurus is an earth sign.
Famous for being stubborn,
But are beautiful and have wonderful artistry.
However, they are loyal and reliable.
Gemini is an air sign.
Adaptable, outgoing, and intelligent.
What is not to love?
Amazing signs that are fun and have two personalities – be careful!
Cancer is a water sign.
Highly intuitive with awesome psychic abilities.
Sensitive, but self-protective
And, emotionally intelligent.
Leo is a fire sign.
Warm and dynamic,
Charismatic and bold.
Domination, here they come!
Virgo is an earth sign.
Loyal, analytical,
Kind and hardworking
Are always ready to improve their skills and knowledge.
Libra is an air sign.
Fair-minded and cooperative
Always the royalty of compromise.
Generosity and social connection all around.
Scorpius is a water sign.
Determined and ambitious
Ready to achieve their desires
And honest to all.
Sagittarius is a fire sign.
Optimism is a key factor
And independence is craved.
Not to mention their honesty is impeccably high.
Capricornus is an earth sign.
Ambitious and awesome leaders
With determination as strong as a vice
Are goal-orientated and ready for what they want.
Aquarius is an air sign.
Talented, confident, and truthful
Makes them astounding leaders and courteous too.
Altruistic in nature and quirky personalities.
Pisces is a water sign.
Creative and empathetic humans.
Never leaving anyone alone when they need a shoulder to cry on
And always compassionate towards others.
Constellations do not only include astrological signs.
Others are Lyra, Cassiopeia, Delphinus and many more.
They impact our personalities
And are fascinating to learn.
Love is a complicated matter.
You’ll never know when it’ll strike or end.
It’s too unpredictable.
You’ll never know.
Romance, affection, adoration.
Everything related to love must be reciprocated.
But, what about when there’s another member to consider?
A love triangle that forms beneath your nose
Is the worst.
You wouldn’t have known,
That everything you thought was perfect was also perfect for someone else too.
You’ll never know.
Everything may look normal,
But a nagging feeling encloses you whenever they’re near.
This feeling of hate, envy and anger –
Jealousy…
A disgusting feeling.
A sickening feeling.
A repelling feeling.
Jealousy…
Seeing you smile at them,
Laugh with them,
Talk to them,
Swirls my stomach and a nauseating feeling washes over.
It’s too unpredictable.
You’ll never know.
Love triangles, squares, pentagons.
Everything’s too confusing.
But, you deserve to be happy.
Leave and start a new chapter of your life.
All I want is for you to be happy.
Be happy…
Love is a complicated matter.
You’ll never know when it’ll strike or end.
Romance, affection, adoration.
Love is nothing but a heartbreak.
Shine bright.
Everyone is a star
In their own way.
So, shine bright.
Shine bright.
You deserve this life
So, make the most of it.
Shine bright.
Shine bright.
Share your talent with the world
And inspire everyone you adore.
Shine bright.
Shine bright.
The star within you is calling.
Show everyone what you can do
And take the chance.
Shine bright.
Everyone is a star
In their own way.
So, shine bright.
Ring, ring, ring.
The messages pour in
And send your phone
Into disruption.
Ring, ring, ring.
Calls and voicemails
File in
At the speed of light.
Ring, ring, ring.
Notifications attack,
Conquer
And flood in like an army of soldiers.
Ring, ring, ring.
The sound that never leaves your ears
Like blood furiously pounding
And the beat of your heart.
Ring, ring, ring.
I’ll always be available
And ready to take your call.
So, call me.
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