14 year old boy who loves reading and writing. That's me!!
When the day comes to fly the nest, To start a new life start afresh, Remember the days when you were young and your mother made dinner for everyone, Remember the way she held you when you were...
Shakespeare,Keats , Tennyson and Poe, Amazing writers that's all we know, Their works are extraordinary, So are their lives, Shakespeare, Keats, Tennyson and Poe.
People, Inhabitance, Life as we know it. Objects, Materials, Man made resources. Work, Money, Global wealth.
Monday morning, The morning rush, Pack your bags and don't miss the bus.
The day they turn that respectful age,. They bravely leave to turn a new page,. The tear in their mothers eye,. Has my child gone out to die,. The month, day, minute they go,.
I'm as lost as a sheep astray from the flock, I'm as lonely as a widow, I'm as cold as a polar explorer, But I trudge on.
Alone it stood, Gone All glory, All confidence, Gone.
It was the night of the death of a man. This man was a tall sly and mysterious man. He kept himself to himself and his secrets locked away.
It's as cold as hell. I'm as scared as a hell. I feel like I am in hell. I smell the salt it smells of hell. The coastal air attacks my gums. The pain is hell.
At the air base, with no time to lose. This is what I tell my son as I reply to his inquisitive texts. Work policy. Absolute confidentiality cannot breath a word of my work. Family included.
Why did I fail this test, To eliminate this terrible pest, I took out my gun and blew it to kingdom come, Goodbye little mouse I've been chasing for so long!!!.
I'm a brave old being, I'm a wise old owl, I'm a war torn man, I've Been there done that.
It's as cold as hell,. My feet are numb,. But we trudge on through the wet,. The cold damp earth beneath our feet,. The burden of the heavy rucksack, the burden of others weaker than us,.
Why do people cry, Why do people laugh, Why do people talk, And what about you. Life is one big mystery, Don't let it overtake you..
Aspire not to have more but to be more -Archbishop Oscar Romero.
He's there. I can sense it. Lurking in the distance with his trilby piled low.
Why do the stars shine, Why do they sparkle, Mysterious in ways Mum says he's with them, A twinkling star so bright, I want my dad back to tuck me in tight.
I stand there. Why am I not played with. My chains are frost bitten its as cold as hell in my village. Mid winter, comes heavy snow. I'm saved, by a warming and soft blanket gently falling on me.