No-one Knew

It doesn't matter how loud she cries
Her screams for help, never heard
But all that is known of her
Are the photos that remain
In the bottom of a box
Deep inside the attic

Memories from another life
The one that only lasted a week
Before it was overpowered with hatred
The one she can vaguely remember
Through the pain
And through the tears that she shed
Through night and through day
Through rain and snow
She has forgotton what it's like to be outside
She has forgotton what it's like to have freedom
She has forgotton who she truly is

Instead she has drank in their lies
She is so used to their stories
She doesn't know what to do, but believe them.
Screams of terror echo through the night
But no-one hears them

Her delicate skin becomes red from the pain

It's like a dark hole,
She has no idea how she fell in
And their is only one way out

No-one visits her anymore
But she knew they wouldn't
Not even the parents that never loved her
She knew that no-one cared
No-one knew

A single rose lies below the stone that says:
May you rest peacefully in heaven, sweet little girl.
1997-2002
RIP

The Man of the Sea's

I remember that bottle washed up from the sea
The note in it, the one wrote for me.

I unscrewed the lid to see what the note said
I rolled it out and this is what it read:

Sacha McGlowen, I know that it's you
And I have something that i need you to do
You can make your decision, I'll give you a day
And god forbid you, if you shall disobey
For I am the Man of the Sea's, the Man of the Sea's am I
And if you don't do this favour, all of your village will die.

I will send a wave which will cover the land until
Your village is a lake, trust me, I will.
You see, your village has been haunted
From the day I knew it was you that i wanted.
But your people protected you, they were too strong
Oh Sacha, I've waited far too long

I want you to walk in the water, let it cover your feet
It is then, dear Sacha, that we shall finally meet
I will grab you and take you down, deep into the sea
Where you will sacrafice your life for me
For your mum and your dad and for your village too
Come on Sacha, you know what you have to do.

For a minute I didn't have a clue because
I was petrified, I was scared, yes I was
But then it became obvious to me
That this was my final day, the last sunrise I would see
So on the night, after I had read the note
I got out of bed, got a torch and my coat,
And I walked out the house and I walked down the coast
And at that very moment I was braver than most.
I didn't scream and run back to bed,
What kept me going was the image of my village, dead.

Just as the icy water hit my toes
Maybe my mum knew he was there, who knows
But she pushed me back, protected me from he
I disobeyed him which made him angry,
And like he promised, the wave came the next day,
He made sure that my village would pay.
The wave killed everyone, no, that's a lie,
He made sure i lived, to see everyone die.

I sit here, years later, on an island, surrounded by sea,
Looking down to where my village lies. Dead, because of me.

I remember that bottle, washed up from the sea,
The note in it, the one wrote for me.

The women are out shopping

For new clothes and new shoes

Standing round and gossiping

about the lastest news

The men are down the pub

getting ready for this game

when their favourite celebraties

will get thier moments of fame

The kids are at school

waiting for the bell

Oh, being at school today

Is like a living hell

The babies are just crying

Not a clue whats going on

only noticing that some of

their attention has long gone

It's about to begin

the tension is so mad

And the family are sitting round

there's mum and kids and dad

The television turns out

The chatter turns low

I wonder which team

Will score the winning goal?

Maths

I sit here now
On the hard plastic chair
So bored.
Maths.

Calculations
Waiting to be answered
By me.
Maths.

Notes are passing
Texts are being sent
We're bored.
Maths.

I stare at my watch
Waiting for the bell
To go.
Maths.

The teachers nagging
We just don't understand
At all.
Maths.

Then the bell rings out
It's a shock we survive
In there.
Maths.

It's not my imagination!

I see a plane
I see a plane
Or is it my imagination?

I see a bomb
I see a bomb
Or is it my imagination?

It's coming to me
It's coming to me
BANG!!!!
And it's not my imagination!

Gifts

Some people have loads
Some people have none
Some are boring
Some are fun
Some are expensive
Some are cheap
Some people open them to have a little peek.
Some you are given
Some you win
Some are fat
Some are thin.
I could ask for many things
Or I could go without
But I don't care what i get
Because it's the thought thats counts

E-Safety

She did not give out her personal details,
Nor did she give out her name.
She was stupid enough
To do that on an online game!
She said no when he said
Give me your address and i'll give you a ride in my lorry,
Her gran always used to tell her
"It's better to be safe than sorry"
She did not go to the park
Where he said he would be.
She thought to herself
"He might try and hurt me"
So she told her mum
About the man she thought she knew
and she said
"Telling me was the perfect thing to do!"

So think before you talk to a stranger,
Even online it can be a danger!

First day of school

As I walk into the East dining hall,
People look at me big and small.
Oh, how i wish i had stayed in bed
All this noise is hurting my head!
Should i leave, run away?
Oh! The big gates are locked i'll have to stay.
The school is massive, I'm just a dot,
Why am i here and the other year 7's not?
I feel myself turn red as i look around the hall,
I'm mean't to be in the west dining room, not in here at all
Opps!

Haiki

I sit there staring
Calm; in the moonlight I wait
Waiting for the day

I hope the war doesn't last for long

I sit here now, thinking of tomorrow,
The enemies I will kill that I do not hate.
Trapped in a dome of evilness
That will lead me down to Hell.
Bombs and guns, the sight of people dying.
I hope the war doesn't last for long.

When I go to war I will be worried about my family,
The fear of them knowing i might never come back.
I am full of happiness and despair
Although I will need to be courageous and brave
As i do my duty and fight for my country.
I hope the war doesn't last for long.

As i sit here, I think of pain and terrifying death
If I die then I want you to remember me as a caring; not hating person
The pain and hatred
Is causing my good memories to fade.
So if i die remember me,
Not as a soldier, but what i used to be.
I pray for it all to end today

Tree personification

Crying tears of leaves,
Waving her arms desperately
Pleading for company in the lonely night.
Her naked arms shiver in the winter
As she waits for Spring, her dressmaker, to come.
In spring the birds sing on her new, warm coat.
She sits in happy silence.