If any of you lads and lasses are on HelloPoetry.
I don’t think I actually have a scanner. It’s a sad day, but it’s true. I’ll be posting loads of stuff when the school year starts up again because my computer and tablet are the school’s.
Music keeps me breathing,
Keeps me calm through the days.
Art lets me express everything,
Things I can’t hold in my head,
Writing lets me escape,
Keeps me at a safe distance from reality.
Escapism, it’s called.
It lets me continue to be me,
When I’m around everyone else.
Tears roll down your face,
Leaving clear traces,
The path of your mistakes,
Blood stains your white shirt,
Oh, I know how it must hurt…
Stars messing with your head,
Giving you dreams of reaching far,
You’ll never get out of here,
This is your destiny.
Take me to a place I have yet to know.
Take me to a place that I can call home.
Take me to a room with no windows, one door.
A room in which I can be alone.
Once I’ve gone in, lock it with a key.
Don’t let me out no matter what, I plead.
This one is a bit longer, it’s something I wrote a few months back that I realized I could put on here.
When art was outlawed,
They did it in the streets,
Back alleys fully functional,
But only in the neon lights of night.
When music was a sin,
They turned the radios louder,
Screaming protests played,
To the back track of booming beats.
When held down,
All rise to the fight,
No kneelers here,
In the revolutionary world.
The realm of creativity.
You obviously don’t see his pain,
Don’t feel the pain: Aren’t in the pain,
And after all these months it’s started again.
And he just sits through the pain.