Behind the Boy.I never have understood what goes in there mind,How some wuill treat you like dirt, others gentle and kind.When they grow up, you pray maturity will come,Unfortunately it only ever comes to some.Boys ovcourse is what this poems all about,How they make you laugh, and smile then scream and shout.Don't hate this poem if you choose to disagree,I speak my mind, I am young, single and free.Sometimes when I see them playing on the rugby pitch,I'll either get a smile, or a wave, or "go away you silly bitch.''They always want to be Mr popular, unseen with nerd,Silly idiotic boys following the popularity herd.Music loud, driving fast in there flashy car,You're in the wrong. Who do you think you are?We back away from the devlish stare, stutter an apology,Waiting for the day a boy goes "sorry, it was all me.''I can't justify what boys are like, not one is exactly the same,Some will dream to be scientists, others to gain the fame.Everything goes wizzing around in a young boys head
Stranger to Change P1For he was not my brother, nor a friend to be precise. He was the man who promised to watch over me throughout my darkest moments and protect me from the temptations that life would pass me, which could end my career as a boxer. Instead he, fell into the palms of temptation and happily skipped into line to hand over his pride and salary for a small bag of weed to pleasure him for the short amount of time before his weary head was forced back into reality to join the rest of his friends wondering how he became familiar to this product. At seventeen years of age I lived a happy life on the coast of Cornwall living my days in a boarding school for that is where I met my girlfriend Kelly, the guardian angel I was set for reasons I had yet to discover. A brother, younger than myself also attended the school as our parents felt the need to hand over a large sum of money each month to provide me with a head full of knowledge th
Life after LifeFrom where I am today, to where I was has changed dramatically, the places I've been, people I've met, and the experiences I have dealt with; even thinking about it can send my mind into a thousand thoughts. If you're thinking, "Has she won the lottery?" then you are wrong. Maybe, " Traveled the world?" or "Been to Jail?"Then you are also incorrect. Winning the lottery would be a dream, but considering what I have today I couldn't trade that for money, for travelling, anything. Before, I was a pregnant teenager confused and scared over the events that were about to happen, although I wasn't alone. I was devoted to a boyfriend with a lost soul who began to find his feet on the ground before it was too late. He was able to live the life he dreamed before it was ended and I had become a homeless wreck. Desperate for money, a roof over my head. Now, I am a proud woman, holding my head high to society because I can. I am a mother to three beautiful irreplaceable children and a su
Ocean,Footprints dipped into the delicate sand as the seagulls fly around,Little kids enjoying there ice-cream not making a sound.Donkey's walking forward and back, the tide gently touching their feet,Oh the seaside, the beach, A lovely place to smile and greet.So many people gather and go for a swim, a paddle or a dip,As they look around them, in the distance a beautiful ship.The sound of the waves sitting the sand, one you cannot beat,For coming to the seaside, can be such a treat.Surfers, Divers and swimmers too, paddle out to the sea,Exploring the ocean, the fish below gliding, swimming free.How I love to watch the waves, crash against the sand,Listening to my surroundings, holding my lovers hand.Next time you go to the beach, remember this rhyme,When you're laughing, and playing having a good time.Spend time with your family and splash your friends,Enjoy the ocean, before you leave, before it ends.