Every day my dad comes home from work I give him a big tight hug, He hugs me back with a smile, And pulls out change from his pocket. He tells me to put it in my piggy bank, But sometimes I’m allowed to spend money On snacks at the school canteen Because he spoilsContinueContinue reading “Piggybank”
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Chicken and Corn Soup
When my head gets hot, And my voice won’t come out, And I can’t get out of bed, My mum makes me chicken and corn soup. It’s like a magical potion That’s not like yucky medicine; It’s yummy and soothes my throat, And makes my days in bed a little better.
Summer to Spring
Summer The future bass sound Is a complication in my story Of increasing tempo and leaps of faith In meeting a crossroad. Autumn The death of a heated day, The plum drops and voices stop, They tell you it’s the end So hide your happiness and blend in. Winter Scarves and coats line the fragileContinueContinue reading “Summer to Spring”
The Nighttime
My bed is full of stuffed toys; Lots of cute faces and squishy bodies, That keep me safe at night From the monsters under my bed. Sometimes scary things creep up in the dark, But I know I am safe Because they are right beside me, And I know I am not alone.
Orange Brick Wall
I bet you have never thought about answering that icebreaker question, “What is your favourite time of day?” with much thought; To be honest, neither have I, Until very recently. As I come home in the afternoon on Sundays I reminisce about the car ride conversations That I have had, and that I just hadContinueContinue reading “Orange Brick Wall”
Melancauliflower
If you could describe Sadness, What would she look like? Perhaps, she is the lady in black Holding onto her grievances, Telling herself that she still lives Yet, carries around a carcass Unassuming and unknowing. Perhaps, she is the little girl Who saw her dog pass in her arms, In denial of the accident atContinueContinue reading “Melancauliflower”
Under the Sun
For someone who thinks time goes too fast, It’s going way too slow. The cowardly sun retreats Behind clouds for days, Leaving me here, in bed, Staring at the ceiling Wishing for the day to end. I don’t want to work, It’s raining outside And I can’t bring myself to Put on a customer serviceContinueContinue reading “Under the Sun”
Love is…
Only a fool believes Love is weakness or strength, exclusively. The bane of one’s existence, Blinded by rays of false security, Without admitting it dictates strength, When selfless and honest. Only a fool believes Love can only be between lovers. To remember a special moment And occasionally spoil another, To look back after an argumentContinueContinue reading “Love is…”
Little Boy Pride
Little Boy Pride Makes a name in vain, Eyed by cohorts of envy And classes of shallow lamenters. In rooms of achievement, Silent sneers concealed By his Shadow – Expectation fueled his desire. Anglican choir; still sins remain, Peaks of misgivings And Pride’s bane. Girls’ eyes glint of curiosity, Puppets of greed for stability ToContinueContinue reading “Little Boy Pride”
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