31/07/11 - 19 Years Old
Pirates Vs Cowboys

Through the whimsical woods, the wind whistles at first,
But held down by the hooves clicking, and the jingle of spurs,
The sun bakes against cow hide, denim and steel,
Approaching the coast, the smell of salt fresh on their heels,
The horses trot, their trampling feet irons the leaves,
The ocean's mist gives birth, the horizon conceives,
Skull and bones float with a flag, a pirate ships seen,
It steadily creeps, it's nose cuts and siphons the sea,
The nervous natives collective, no one complacent,
Anticipating and anxious, the beckoning boat is adjacent,
The silence is broken, a single seagull shrieks for a moment,
As it passes, a sound dragged from the depths is stealing the focus,
Sharp reds and yellows litter the sky, succeeding explosion,
A comet tears the atmosphere like a demon or omen,
Instantly, Indian arrows become static and dead,
Strong stallions and steeds, now a panicking mess,
The incoming comet, causing a catastrophic collision,
Several cowboys killed, for the rest, the forest they hid in,
The fear wiped, such synergy, a clean state of mentality,
Anger and a lust to avenge, they began creating their strategy,
They plot to flee to familiar plains or this,
Meanwhile, they're in the pirates palms as they make a fist,
Branches crack, leaves rustle, and drew their glare,
The putrid stench of sweat and rum pollutes the air,
The victims vacate the vicinity and venture to open land,
On the way, gathering supplies from an explosives cache,
Dynamite is laid hidden behind twigs and loose fauna,
The land dwellers duck behind cacti and rocks, ready to do slaughter,
The pirates appear, figuring victory as their faction's bigger,
Unsuspecting, many step into the blast zone and the trap is triggered,
One minute hunting, then suddenly everything around explodes,
The fireworks pop, enemies drop, and then a cloud of smoke,
Hand cannons meet pistols, a frightening followed event,
The attackers definitively defeated, all of them dead,
The smell of gunpowder infests, for the cowboys, few are hurt,
They spout wings and raise up, the pirates return to Lucifer.




06/08/11 - 19 Years Old
Ode To Aloe

Dreams follow each days demise,
Hopes hide behind lazy eyes,
Reality stuck down on a frozen path,
Progress standing still in a photograph,
Take the vivid image, rip it apart,
Empty pockets mimic spirit and heart,
Eyes pain on passers-by, ignoring the truth,
A piggybank of air, storing the food,
Behind me, the most potholed of paths,
Fell out of the wagon, it toppled and crashed,
The cold concrete mirrors glares of disgust,
Cardboard sheets, constantly savouring dirt,
Against a pebbledash wall, I lean and relax gently,
My cup far from half full and not even half empty,
Former loves, by now have forgotten me,
Society casts me out, gone with the Autumn leaves,
I fall asleep, reminiscent of the road I choose to take,
The next day I arise, and my outlook has changed,
The backfire of engine exhausts, a warning shot,
Loading trucks beep to me in a morning song,
The collaboration expands under the robin's chirp,
Food for my smile, gathered through the longing verse,
Winter's snap washed away by the flow of light,
I'm there to witness the ebbing of snow and ice,
Distantly, I hear some sort of walking,
Expensive shoes clop like horses trotting,
Your pressed suit, sharp as a knife,
Blood in a stone, your heart is harder to find,
As you near, our eyes connect, you give out chances,
Silver dollars drop as your fist collapses,
You wander off, walk and saunder,
But your generosity was my problem solver.




15/08/11 - 19 Years Old
Buried

This coffin is a sarcophagus, I'm locked in it,
I still haven't got the jist to hold consciousness,
One minute, my life is in tact, next, confined and I'm trapped,
With each breath I take, I feel like it's my last,
Surrounded by death, want to take off, but I'm grounded instead,
Although I'm in so deep, I'm still out of my depth,
I'm fully rested now, so why do I lay under unsteady grounds,
The weight of the world above me as the earth presses down,
Whether asleep or awake, I drift off into as hysteria's prey,
I seek the easiest way, but it's too dark to even see the escape,
Dramatic like this is a movie, I scream with no one listening to me,
Imprisoned, it's stupid, my own lack of ambition the jury,
It's a smack in the face, to leave me here sad and afraid,
Captured as prey, I try to wriggle out but I'm static in place,
I want control, but recall and recite 'Who's the boss',
I'm all alone, but not the only one in this wooden box,
One in a group, but restrained by solitude and other disputes,
There's nothing to do but remain here like a child stuck in the womb,
If I die here, I want a funeral, it's not unsuitable,
Residing in this box, my coffin, my office cubical.


17/08/11 - 19 Years Old
Soldier 'an Sailor's Love

The sour smell of salt in the sea air, stings my nostrils,
The trace of the taste lingers within my tonsils,
I gaze to the horizon, admiring the peace and serenity,
Around me anarchy orchestrates, panic releasing it's energy,
The ship slowly plummets, permitting the watery jungle to freeze us,
Behind me an emotional landslide, the ground crumbles beneath us,
A choice floats on the draft's cusp, and blows out in the wind.
To swim for my life, or go down with the ship,
The foghorn's bellow, to me whistles a melody,
There isn't a remedy, my common sense conflicts my integrity,
A foundation I built and strings I attached,
The moon's glisten attracts as it hits off the rafts,
Water floods the ship, it begins a short decent,
If I leave I believe that I'm reconceived and born again,
My feet are greeted by a cold chill as the waves persist,
The mainland invisible, it hides behind a navy mist,
Maybe this is all just a large complex test of reasoning,
When I make a decision, then succeeding it; regrets are seeping in,
I make up my mind, is it suicide? Am I taking my life?
I stay on the vessel, remain on the ship, and stay with my wife.


20/08/11 - 19 Years Old
Envy

Stalking eyes, veiled under a green tint,
Gnashing and grinding, jaw tightened and teeth grit,
Ideals of self purpose, take control of my mind,
I see you grab opportunity and stay holding it tight,
I charge through life, and yet nothing is gained,
And when I see your life, boiled blood pumps in my veins,
Love thy neighbour? That sentiment is lost on me,
My philosophy; your success reflects other's generosity,
Have they forgotten me? Why are you that one that'd get it?
I wouldn't want it anyways, I'd rather work for my merits,
You breeze through life, just accepting the charities,
I have no helping hand but you're getting it magically,
Here is a question, please prepare the facts,
What makes you believe that you deserved a chance?
Recalling my hand outs, I can't think of any,
Perhaps I am jealous, and just filled with Envy.


21/08/11 - 19 Years Old
Awaiting The Bus

I stand at the bus stop, awaiting the bus,
Walking feet, disturbing debris, dust swept away in the gust,
I sit, oblivious to the images of transparent faces,
I'm the audience to a theatre and the actors nameless,
Full characters pass by, each a protagonist in this story of life,
But if you ask my opinion, I'm admitting, there is no one in sight,
A street, booming with life and the public littered through,
Just moving furniture, in this bus stop's living room,
Cars flow through the veins of the land, tires holding with grip,
Empty cans at the side of the curb which roll in the wind,
Meaningless chatter clatters, words lost in the speech,
Buildings stand over, wisdom filled, watching the scene,
Anticipate, the schedule narrates that we lay on the cusp,
I stand at the bus stop, awaiting the bus.



26/08/11 - 19 Years Old
A Knock In The Night Ft. Vanity


Silently, I dozed off as I slept in my bed,
A breeze brushes past, my wife's breath on my neck,
Light pools in as a draft waves the curtains along,
My body weighs down on the mattress, I'm circling nod,
Suddenly, dreams and reality separate in an instant,
A crash captures my consciousness, something breaks in the kitchen,
I awaken shaken and must investigate it,
My veins pump to my brain and my heart is racing,
Questions follow adrenaline, it all lands in my head,
With each creak in the floor, the madder I get,
Grab a lamp to defend, check everywhere to protect my family,
Then a silhouette steps, I swing at the head, with my weapon manicly.

I close my eyes tonight and cease, counting sheep, there’s no need
As i hold on tight pleased, that i’m finally able to fall asleep
In a coma like induced sleep, so deep oh my it feels so sweet
Dreaming of us sitting n chillin in the gardens in Greece
eating with our niece w/o a burden just feeling the breeze
In peace, its a love feast, our happiness just seems to increase
Suddenly, a beast appears with a loud siren in the back ground
In silence i try to track down, and listen to the sound, as i look around
I sense ur presence, i can feel your essence, but you’re no where to b found
I try to calm down, i’m astound, my heart pounds through my chest, like it wants out,
Realizing this wasn’t just a dream, as i’m analyzing this i wanna scream, so i shout
I kick away the bedspread quick, feeling desperate and sick, i jump out of bed
Thoughts rushing through my head, a nightmare? But my husband has left,
I get up to check. rushing downstairs taking huge steps, trying to catch my breath,
Fear starts as I feel that near a beast is real and could rip me apart,
Stressed, I feel the blood in my heart, look for you....but get attacked in the dark.

Heroism extends a hand, I'm accepting the offer,
My assailant collapses, I'm preventing a slaughter by defending my honour,
My foe smacked with the light after I was attacked in the night,
But tragedy strikes, as the moonlight shines, I'm looking back at my wife.




26/08/11 - 19 Years Old
Castle of Mystery

Stars, gaps in the darkness, brighten the world by candle light,
Constellation hieroglyphics, hang down from above like stalactites,
Planets fight, to become, the centrepiece of the picture,
The war is done, the commanding moon leads the militia,
Silent, the sky is an easel, the paint pot had been opened,
Dashes of violet, appear as drops in the ocean,
A song of emotion, played on the face of it's navy canvas,
Glowing spatters of paint, aim to escape the blackness,
Planets are horses, dragging a carriage of history,
Clouds standing guard, keeping back a castle of mystery,
I start to envision, a place I can stay which is far from a prison,
It's difficult to depict the picture; we are part of the system.



05/09/11 - 19 Years Old
Agoraphobia

No education but can comprehend locations; I'm safe when inside,
Never fought with anything yet beyond my residence; lies a dangerous life,
It's plain to see the pain and grief, why would anyone ask to be entering that?
I'm almost dead in here and as the entrance nears, that terrible land strengthens its grasp,
Outside, I picture it as imprisonment, the aura of my sentence surrounds,
I know I'll scream out loud but now I feel pinned down and attempt to kick out,
In the war; I'm startled and feel impartial, just a civilian in military,
Its a hornet's nest so I enjoy this warm caress, out there; a chill of hostility,
In here, I've been learning; that each person is just signage of death,
Looking to that penitentiary and must descend eventually, but need my timing correct,
Although, chance is a foe as circumstances unfold and I'm forgetful of timing,
The outside strengthens its case taking what kept me in place, my protection a tyrant,
Tonight it happens; I take decisive action, my heart beats persistently harder,
Alone there's no chance, so the world sees me with cold hands, which assist the departure,
Since leaving I have seemingly had a life where I've been looking at death,
Physically open, yet my eyes are closed, if it was my control; I wouldn't have left.



29/10/11 - 19 Years Old
Thursday

My mission is to write my ambitions, but I rip it in pieces,
My CV almost as empty as my list of achievements,
No experience to gain experience, that’s just part of the job now,
My signature signed the school register, but my heart was a dropout,
Was an average student, just one in ninety nine of a hundred kids,
Never tried my best, I came across more Cs than Columbus did,
Never trying to make it, uninspired or lazy, where do I toe the line?
I never let green ticks and red crosses, start to control my life,
College leads to success in life, and I heard the lectures,
And despite a change in the tense, I never felt the pressure,
To find my path, I shoot in the dark; it’s just a practice shot,
I left my future behind without passing through, what a paradox,
Lady Luck blows no kisses; I’ve never felt her breath,
We line up like soldiers; our commander is a welfare check,
I coast with the beach, with no examples of either right or wrong,
Life is long when I’m signing on; this free money has the worst price of all,
I stand on the cliffs over a massive abyss, and circle the dark cave,
I’m up on a rock and this world is the hard place,
I abseil from excuses, ‘I can’t get a job’ or ‘If I kept my head down…’
But why can’t I pick myself up if I let myself down?
I wrap my palms on the rope, and make sure that I’m grabbing it well,
Cause if my grip slips from it, I know that I’ll be hanging myself.


29/10/11 - 19 Years Old
Masochist

You lips pumped with poison, you’re kisses are lethal,
Vicious an evil, your image; vindictive, you show the devil in people,
I’m a glutton for punishment, a hungry masochist,
Am I sick for having this attraction with the antagonist?
How can I leave this lustful love without losing face?
You are so soul destroying; you put Shang Tsung to shame,
My face in my palms, my hands are a mask to the scars,
Hazel haunts your eyes, your pupils black as your heart.
My life’s not often open; you snuck in by the smallest of margins,
But if this hurt is the price of happiness, I’ll call it a bargain.


03/10/11 - 19 Years Old
Message In A Bottle

I walk across the beach plain, watching the brash boisterous waves,
The sand sits below and each grain, brings annoyance and pain,
My feet unguarded, I purposely have forgotten protection,
The tide crashes against rocks at high speed, teaching its nautical lesson,
A buoy soon becomes a bottle, debris; the waters managed to salvage,
It sweeps onto the shore; I’m intrigued by this telegram from Atlantis,
This straggler is the only survivor of a massive wreckage,
There is life inside, like a seed someone plants a message,
The sun shines so I try to adjust my eyes, on the horizon I focus,
A single blue line signals division between the sky and the ocean,
I imagine flying through the clouds, freedom, the air only got thinner,
Then imagine the water, every part is the deep end, I’m not a strong swimmer,
Should I open the bottle, and have this letter free from its sarcophagus,
I know that reading isn’t needed because its meaning is obvious,
I’m the only one holding the bottle, at night now I sleep alone,
So I’m adamant on my drastic decision, only I will ever read the note



2011 - 19 Years Old
When The Cotton Fields Sleep...

When the cotton fields sleep, the music starts,
We rest, relax and tend to our bullwhip scars,
An orange glow beneath the mantle is lifting the dark,
Fire logs crackle, pop and split in the hearth,
When the sun rests it's head, dusk has brung stars standing above,
Father and son handing heart beats to the African drum,
Embers emerge from the flames and dance in the rhythm,
We sit within the song and graciously gather in singing,
Spirit shakes hands with the moon, bringing with it sadness,
The wisdomous elderly, focus on weaving wicker baskets,
When the cotton fields sleep, we become joyous people,
Huddled and working together to wave off mosquitoes,
Shirts worn and torn so the wind blows on our backs,
Callused hands preparing left overs and scraps,
Our bosses believe their rejections are enough to eat,
Under our watch, even the toughest meat becomes a feast,
Cutlery made of flesh, and the finest delph, made out of plastic,
We become a human cocoon to this make-believe banquet,
Clustered together, sneaking up to the snack like a scuttle of crabs,
I can't calculate if the bread is stale, or it is just from my palms,
When the cotton fields sleep, the light shines in the dark,
It beams straight through our chests and right in our hearts,
We keep getting by regardless, although we struggle to manage it,
We have our health and each other, one lump sum of happiness,
Share it out between us, we cut it in fractions,
Keeping our eyes opened, eventually they'll adjust to the blackness,
The children surround us, we grip our emotion, for all of their sake,
Gleeful smiles put up a wall to protect inequality's pain,
We must power on, live our lives, remain keeping faith,
Cause when the cotton fields sleep, we don't feel like slaves.

31/07/11 - 19 Years Old
Pirates Vs Cowboys

Through the whimsical woods, the wind whistles at first,
But held down by the hooves clicking, and the jingle of spurs,
The sun bakes against cow hide, denim and steel,
Approaching the coast, the smell of salt fresh on their heels,
The horses trot, their trampling feet irons the leaves,
The ocean's mist gives birth, the horizon conceives,
Skull and bones float with a flag, a pirate ships seen,
It steadily creeps, it's nose cuts and siphons the sea,
The nervous natives collective, no one complacent,
Anticipating and anxious, the beckoning boat is adjacent,
The silence is broken, a single seagull shrieks for a moment,
As it passes, a sound dragged from the depths is stealing the focus,
Sharp reds and yellows litter the sky, succeeding explosion,
A comet tears the atmosphere like a demon or omen,
Instantly, Indian arrows become static and dead,
Strong stallions and steeds, now a panicking mess,
The incoming comet, causing a catastrophic collision,
Several cowboys killed, for the rest, the forest they hid in,
The fear wiped, such synergy, a clean state of mentality,
Anger and a lust to avenge, they began creating their strategy,
They plot to flee to familiar plains or this,
Meanwhile, they're in the pirates palms as they make a fist,
Branches crack, leaves rustle, and drew their glare,
The putrid stench of sweat and rum pollutes the air,
The victims vacate the vicinity and venture to open land,
On the way, gathering supplies from an explosives cache,
Dynamite is laid hidden behind twigs and loose fauna,
The land dwellers duck behind cacti and rocks, ready to do slaughter,
The pirates appear, figuring victory as their faction's bigger,
Unsuspecting, many step into the blast zone and the trap is triggered,
One minute hunting, then suddenly everything around explodes,
The fireworks pop, enemies drop, and then a cloud of smoke,
Hand cannons meet pistols, a frightening followed event,
The attackers definitively defeated, all of them dead,
The smell of gunpowder infests, for the cowboys, few are hurt,
They spout wings and raise up, the pirates return to Lucifer.




06/08/11 - 19 Years Old
Ode To Aloe

Dreams follow each days demise,
Hopes hide behind lazy eyes,
Reality stuck down on a frozen path,
Progress standing still in a photograph,
Take the vivid image, rip it apart,
Empty pockets mimic spirit and heart,
Eyes pain on passers-by, ignoring the truth,
A piggybank of air, storing the food,
Behind me, the most potholed of paths,
Fell out of the wagon, it toppled and crashed,
The cold concrete mirrors glares of disgust,
Cardboard sheets, constantly savouring dirt,
Against a pebbledash wall, I lean and relax gently,
My cup far from half full and not even half empty,
Former loves, by now have forgotten me,
Society casts me out, gone with the Autumn leaves,
I fall asleep, reminiscent of the road I choose to take,
The next day I arise, and my outlook has changed,
The backfire of engine exhausts, a warning shot,
Loading trucks beep to me in a morning song,
The collaboration expands under the robin's chirp,
Food for my smile, gathered through the longing verse,
Winter's snap washed away by the flow of light,
I'm there to witness the ebbing of snow and ice,
Distantly, I hear some sort of walking,
Expensive shoes clop like horses trotting,
Your pressed suit, sharp as a knife,
Blood in a stone, your heart is harder to find,
As you near, our eyes connect, you give out chances,
Silver dollars drop as your fist collapses,
You wander off, walk and saunder,
But your generosity was my problem solver.




15/08/11 - 19 Years Old
Buried

This coffin is a sarcophagus, I'm locked in it,
I still haven't got the jist to hold consciousness,
One minute, my life is in tact, next, confined and I'm trapped,
With each breath I take, I feel like it's my last,
Surrounded by death, want to take off, but I'm grounded instead,
Although I'm in so deep, I'm still out of my depth,
I'm fully rested now, so why do I lay under unsteady grounds,
The weight of the world above me as the earth presses down,
Whether asleep or awake, I drift off into as hysteria's prey,
I seek the easiest way, but it's too dark to even see the escape,
Dramatic like this is a movie, I scream with no one listening to me,
Imprisoned, it's stupid, my own lack of ambition the jury,
It's a smack in the face, to leave me here sad and afraid,
Captured as prey, I try to wriggle out but I'm static in place,
I want control, but recall and recite 'Who's the boss',
I'm all alone, but not the only one in this wooden box,
One in a group, but restrained by solitude and other disputes,
There's nothing to do but remain here like a child stuck in the womb,
If I die here, I want a funeral, it's not unsuitable,
Residing in this box, my coffin, my office cubical.


17/08/11 - 19 Years Old
Soldier 'an Sailor's Love

The sour smell of salt in the sea air, stings my nostrils,
The trace of the taste lingers within my tonsils,
I gaze to the horizon, admiring the peace and serenity,
Around me anarchy orchestrates, panic releasing it's energy,
The ship slowly plummets, permitting the watery jungle to freeze us,
Behind me an emotional landslide, the ground crumbles beneath us,
A choice floats on the draft's cusp, and blows out in the wind.
To swim for my life, or go down with the ship,
The foghorn's bellow, to me whistles a melody,
There isn't a remedy, my common sense conflicts my integrity,
A foundation I built and strings I attached,
The moon's glisten attracts as it hits off the rafts,
Water floods the ship, it begins a short decent,
If I leave I believe that I'm reconceived and born again,
My feet are greeted by a cold chill as the waves persist,
The mainland invisible, it hides behind a navy mist,
Maybe this is all just a large complex test of reasoning,
When I make a decision, then succeeding it; regrets are seeping in,
I make up my mind, is it suicide? Am I taking my life?
I stay on the vessel, remain on the ship, and stay with my wife.


20/08/11 - 19 Years Old
Envy

Stalking eyes, veiled under a green tint,
Gnashing and grinding, jaw tightened and teeth grit,
Ideals of self purpose, take control of my mind,
I see you grab opportunity and stay holding it tight,
I charge through life, and yet nothing is gained,
And when I see your life, boiled blood pumps in my veins,
Love thy neighbour? That sentiment is lost on me,
My philosophy; your success reflects other's generosity,
Have they forgotten me? Why are you that one that'd get it?
I wouldn't want it anyways, I'd rather work for my merits,
You breeze through life, just accepting the charities,
I have no helping hand but you're getting it magically,
Here is a question, please prepare the facts,
What makes you believe that you deserved a chance?
Recalling my hand outs, I can't think of any,
Perhaps I am jealous, and just filled with Envy.


21/08/11 - 19 Years Old
Awaiting The Bus

I stand at the bus stop, awaiting the bus,
Walking feet, disturbing debris, dust swept away in the gust,
I sit, oblivious to the images of transparent faces,
I'm the audience to a theatre and the actors nameless,
Full characters pass by, each a protagonist in this story of life,
But if you ask my opinion, I'm admitting, there is no one in sight,
A street, booming with life and the public littered through,
Just moving furniture, in this bus stop's living room,
Cars flow through the veins of the land, tires holding with grip,
Empty cans at the side of the curb which roll in the wind,
Meaningless chatter clatters, words lost in the speech,
Buildings stand over, wisdom filled, watching the scene,
Anticipate, the schedule narrates that we lay on the cusp,
I stand at the bus stop, awaiting the bus.



26/08/11 - 19 Years Old
A Knock In The Night Ft. Vanity


Silently, I dozed off as I slept in my bed,
A breeze brushes past, my wife's breath on my neck,
Light pools in as a draft waves the curtains along,
My body weighs down on the mattress, I'm circling nod,
Suddenly, dreams and reality separate in an instant,
A crash captures my consciousness, something breaks in the kitchen,
I awaken shaken and must investigate it,
My veins pump to my brain and my heart is racing,
Questions follow adrenaline, it all lands in my head,
With each creak in the floor, the madder I get,
Grab a lamp to defend, check everywhere to protect my family,
Then a silhouette steps, I swing at the head, with my weapon manicly.

I close my eyes tonight and cease, counting sheep, there’s no need
As i hold on tight pleased, that i’m finally able to fall asleep
In a coma like induced sleep, so deep oh my it feels so sweet
Dreaming of us sitting n chillin in the gardens in Greece
eating with our niece w/o a burden just feeling the breeze
In peace, its a love feast, our happiness just seems to increase
Suddenly, a beast appears with a loud siren in the back ground
In silence i try to track down, and listen to the sound, as i look around
I sense ur presence, i can feel your essence, but you’re no where to b found
I try to calm down, i’m astound, my heart pounds through my chest, like it wants out,
Realizing this wasn’t just a dream, as i’m analyzing this i wanna scream, so i shout
I kick away the bedspread quick, feeling desperate and sick, i jump out of bed
Thoughts rushing through my head, a nightmare? But my husband has left,
I get up to check. rushing downstairs taking huge steps, trying to catch my breath,
Fear starts as I feel that near a beast is real and could rip me apart,
Stressed, I feel the blood in my heart, look for you....but get attacked in the dark.

Heroism extends a hand, I'm accepting the offer,
My assailant collapses, I'm preventing a slaughter by defending my honour,
My foe smacked with the light after I was attacked in the night,
But tragedy strikes, as the moonlight shines, I'm looking back at my wife.




26/08/11 - 19 Years Old
Castle of Mystery

Stars, gaps in the darkness, brighten the world by candle light,
Constellation hieroglyphics, hang down from above like stalactites,
Planets fight, to become, the centrepiece of the picture,
The war is done, the commanding moon leads the militia,
Silent, the sky is an easel, the paint pot had been opened,
Dashes of violet, appear as drops in the ocean,
A song of emotion, played on the face of it's navy canvas,
Glowing spatters of paint, aim to escape the blackness,
Planets are horses, dragging a carriage of history,
Clouds standing guard, keeping back a castle of mystery,
I start to envision, a place I can stay which is far from a prison,
It's difficult to depict the picture; we are part of the system.



05/09/11 - 19 Years Old
Agoraphobia

No education but can comprehend locations; I'm safe when inside,
Never fought with anything yet beyond my residence; lies a dangerous life,
It's plain to see the pain and grief, why would anyone ask to be entering that?
I'm almost dead in here and as the entrance nears, that terrible land strengthens its grasp,
Outside, I picture it as imprisonment, the aura of my sentence surrounds,
I know I'll scream out loud but now I feel pinned down and attempt to kick out,
In the war; I'm startled and feel impartial, just a civilian in military,
Its a hornet's nest so I enjoy this warm caress, out there; a chill of hostility,
In here, I've been learning; that each person is just signage of death,
Looking to that penitentiary and must descend eventually, but need my timing correct,
Although, chance is a foe as circumstances unfold and I'm forgetful of timing,
The outside strengthens its case taking what kept me in place, my protection a tyrant,
Tonight it happens; I take decisive action, my heart beats persistently harder,
Alone there's no chance, so the world sees me with cold hands, which assist the departure,
Since leaving I have seemingly had a life where I've been looking at death,
Physically open, yet my eyes are closed, if it was my control; I wouldn't have left.



29/10/11 - 19 Years Old
Thursday

My mission is to write my ambitions, but I rip it in pieces,
My CV almost as empty as my list of achievements,
No experience to gain experience, that’s just part of the job now,
My signature signed the school register, but my heart was a dropout,
Was an average student, just one in ninety nine of a hundred kids,
Never tried my best, I came across more Cs than Columbus did,
Never trying to make it, uninspired or lazy, where do I toe the line?
I never let green ticks and red crosses, start to control my life,
College leads to success in life, and I heard the lectures,
And despite a change in the tense, I never felt the pressure,
To find my path, I shoot in the dark; it’s just a practice shot,
I left my future behind without passing through, what a paradox,
Lady Luck blows no kisses; I’ve never felt her breath,
We line up like soldiers; our commander is a welfare check,
I coast with the beach, with no examples of either right or wrong,
Life is long when I’m signing on; this free money has the worst price of all,
I stand on the cliffs over a massive abyss, and circle the dark cave,
I’m up on a rock and this world is the hard place,
I abseil from excuses, ‘I can’t get a job’ or ‘If I kept my head down…’
But why can’t I pick myself up if I let myself down?
I wrap my palms on the rope, and make sure that I’m grabbing it well,
Cause if my grip slips from it, I know that I’ll be hanging myself.


29/10/11 - 19 Years Old
Masochist

You lips pumped with poison, you’re kisses are lethal,
Vicious an evil, your image; vindictive, you show the devil in people,
I’m a glutton for punishment, a hungry masochist,
Am I sick for having this attraction with the antagonist?
How can I leave this lustful love without losing face?
You are so soul destroying; you put Shang Tsung to shame,
My face in my palms, my hands are a mask to the scars,
Hazel haunts your eyes, your pupils black as your heart.
My life’s not often open; you snuck in by the smallest of margins,
But if this hurt is the price of happiness, I’ll call it a bargain.


03/10/11 - 19 Years Old
Message In A Bottle

I walk across the beach plain, watching the brash boisterous waves,
The sand sits below and each grain, brings annoyance and pain,
My feet unguarded, I purposely have forgotten protection,
The tide crashes against rocks at high speed, teaching its nautical lesson,
A buoy soon becomes a bottle, debris; the waters managed to salvage,
It sweeps onto the shore; I’m intrigued by this telegram from Atlantis,
This straggler is the only survivor of a massive wreckage,
There is life inside, like a seed someone plants a message,
The sun shines so I try to adjust my eyes, on the horizon I focus,
A single blue line signals division between the sky and the ocean,
I imagine flying through the clouds, freedom, the air only got thinner,
Then imagine the water, every part is the deep end, I’m not a strong swimmer,
Should I open the bottle, and have this letter free from its sarcophagus,
I know that reading isn’t needed because its meaning is obvious,
I’m the only one holding the bottle, at night now I sleep alone,
So I’m adamant on my drastic decision, only I will ever read the note



2011 - 19 Years Old
When The Cotton Fields Sleep...

When the cotton fields sleep, the music starts,
We rest, relax and tend to our bullwhip scars,
An orange glow beneath the mantle is lifting the dark,
Fire logs crackle, pop and split in the hearth,
When the sun rests it's head, dusk has brung stars standing above,
Father and son handing heart beats to the African drum,
Embers emerge from the flames and dance in the rhythm,
We sit within the song and graciously gather in singing,
Spirit shakes hands with the moon, bringing with it sadness,
The wisdomous elderly, focus on weaving wicker baskets,
When the cotton fields sleep, we become joyous people,
Huddled and working together to wave off mosquitoes,
Shirts worn and torn so the wind blows on our backs,
Callused hands preparing left overs and scraps,
Our bosses believe their rejections are enough to eat,
Under our watch, even the toughest meat becomes a feast,
Cutlery made of flesh, and the finest delph, made out of plastic,
We become a human cocoon to this make-believe banquet,
Clustered together, sneaking up to the snack like a scuttle of crabs,
I can't calculate if the bread is stale, or it is just from my palms,
When the cotton fields sleep, the light shines in the dark,
It beams straight through our chests and right in our hearts,
We keep getting by regardless, although we struggle to manage it,
We have our health and each other, one lump sum of happiness,
Share it out between us, we cut it in fractions,
Keeping our eyes opened, eventually they'll adjust to the blackness,
The children surround us, we grip our emotion, for all of their sake,
Gleeful smiles put up a wall to protect inequality's pain,
We must power on, live our lives, remain keeping faith,
Cause when the cotton fields sleep, we don't feel like slaves.