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Exams

From one day to another,
We live in others eyes.
Always trying to impress,
Not being ourselves.
We are individuals,
Trapped in a world of conformity.
PRESSURE
We must succeed at all cost.
Life is study!
Study is life!
Start now,
Don’t look back.
CONFUSION
Don’t hassle me
I can’t take it anymore.
Get off my back.
It’s just too much.
I need to live to….
SURVIVE
Break down the barrier,
Don’t
STRESS
It’s still too much.
The burden of living.
Give me
STRENGTH!!!


N.B – I wrote this during my year 12 exams……arghhhhhh

The Fire

A flame that burns
Brilliantly, brightly,
Creates light amongst the darkness.
It can be singular
Or one of many.
Yet whether alone or grouped
It has a life of its own.
Flickering, laughing and taunting,
Its sauce of ignition.
For once started its predictability
Is lost into the great unknown.
It is its own identity.
Don’t be fooled by its natural beauty.
The way it dances across the floor.
While its song lays dormant.
It roars when in a pack.
It stalks its prey
And without warning it attacks.
Like a wild animal in a cage,
Its brute strength waits to be unleashed.

David’s Garden

A place of beauty.
A place of pride.
A sense of wonder,
The wonder of the outside.

I have spent many a day,
Looking out at my green room.
Where the caterpillars come to play,
And the birds come to groom.

I talk to the wildlife.
And feed my fish.
I show my granddaughter,
The beauty of a wish.

A wish that someday,
My seeds will grow.
And from the ground,
Only beauty will show.

A Plank of wood,
Became my seat.
To where I rested,
My weary feet.

My garden is my escape.
A place I call my own.
It is with a sense of wonder,
I have watched the seeds I‘ve sown.

So many a bud,
Has groweth a flower.
So many a tree,
From which I harness my power.

My mirrors they danced,
In the sun.
Planting my garden,
Has been my passion and fun.

A pot and a shovel,
Have been my tools.
But my love of nature
Has dictated the rules.

I loveth my garden,
But the time has come,
To pass the beauty,
Onto another one.

N.B – I wrote this for my father-in-law who loved his garden but had to sell his house when it got too much for him. He used to take my daughter out there and they would admire the wildlife and the flowers together.

The Rose

A rose is a simple inanimate object of beauty and sometimes passion. Its soft and tender petals bring joy and tantalise the air in which its sweet, gentle scent floats.

The feelings such a simple object, a mere flower can evoke, prove that one of many, which we believe to be the same has its own unique quality. Much like that of a human being.

Dreams

Do you ever sit back and wonder,
What life really means.
Sometimes I believe,
It’s just a bunch of goals and dreams.

When you set out to achieve something,
Do you ever wonder why?
Or do you ever wonder if your hopes and dreams
Can only go so high?

But there is more to life then wondering,
I suppose you just have to wait and see.
What happens along the way,
Leave it to chance as they say.

Although sometimes one can’t do that,
If their paths already set.
Their world is a prewritten book,
In which a new life they cannot get.

But how do we know,
If what we’ve done is right?
Should we always have,
New goals and dreams in sight?

What everyone must remember,
Is that we all make mistakes.
No one is perfect
And sometimes our lives we must remake.

Things will not always happen,
Just the way we plan.
But what we all must remember,
Is that to get anywhere in life;
You must believe that you can.

When one is young,
Their goals and dreams will change.
And for this very reason,
Their priorities often rearrange.

Though one must never lose sight,
Of what they know is right.
Ambition is an essential role,
Just don’t let it take control.

Success is not measured
By the amount of rings you have on each hand,
Or if you have a large house,
Where your backyard is beach and sand.

No success is measured,
By happy you are
and what sort of life you’ve lived.

Your goals and dreams are important
But not as important
As love, fun, family and friends……

The Mirror

When I look into the mirror,
I don’t see what other see.
I see someone fat and ugly,
Then realise it is me.
Are they just lying when they say,
That looks don’t really matter.
Or does it only mean,
That they’ve seen others fatter?
I often have to wonder,
What it is guys really see,
When they look at girls
Such as you and me.
Do they think
Oh wow she seems nice!
And mean, “look at that chest”.
Or do they think, “oh she seems nice”,
And think a chat they must request.
I sometimes wish that I
Could read the other sexes mind
And begin to discover the mysteries of man and womankind.
However what I am afraid of,
Is that I may want to kill.
The closest male to me,
Or begin to take the pill.
For I know no one is perfect,
And this I’ve come to see.
As I come to discover,
Elle McPherson I will never be.

Alone

Life’s not suppose to be easy,
But it’s not meant to be this hard.
All around me I see people in love.
While I have no one.
No one who cares.
No one wants to know.
There’s a place in my heart for the one I love.
But he doesn’t feel the same.
It’s not fair,
All around me are lovers.
While I am lonely.
I need someone to care.
To show me the tenderness,
That I have never known.
To know that someone needs me.
I am lost in a world,
A world of confusion
And loneliness.

Windows to the soul

They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, then poetry is the words of the soul. It is the emotions that can be spoken without speech, just as the eyes can see without being opened.

Tranquility

I watch the waves as they come in,
They crash, they smash, then re-begin.
The wash, the spray,
All clear, white and blue.
The sounds of seagulls flying through.
The peace of the ocean,
The tranquility of life,
The harmony of nature,
All virtues of life.
Appreciated by those who have learnt to love,
The earth’s many wonders.
A gift from above.

Growing Pains

People talk about growing pains,
But do we really know what this means.
Is it the aching in one’s joints,
Or the squeaking of one’s voice.
I believe that growing pains,
Is the hurt we feel inside.
The fear of getting older,
Stepping into the great unknown.
It is a fear of getting dumped,
Of getting hurt by your first true love.
Growing pains is about fighting with one’s parents,
About what WE think is right.
They are the massive headaches we experience,
After our first big party.
The words growing pains describes the stress
We experience from school.
All the exams, homework and projects.
But most of all I believe growing pains,
Are the fears that the child within us all is no longer there.
Being replaced.
In its place a young adult is born.
This young adult is scared;
Scared of doing something wrong,
Of getting the right marks,
Of finding the right job.
Yes it is true, this is a different type of growing pain.
As one gets older, the degree and type of growing pain changes.
However no matter what, it always remains.
They come in this order:

1-5 Learning to walk and talk, become a person.

5-10 Going to school and developing an identity.

10-15 The discovery of the social life and high school. Oh not too mention relationships.

15-20 These are the years of overload. WE have high school, which means exams, projects and HEAPS of homework. Not forgetting the endless amount of relationships that are thought to last forever. These are the years that our hormones are in turmoil and towards the end we start to think about the dreaded W word Work.

20-25 Some choose to study, others get married and start a family and develop a career. The years between 25-40 are mainly focused on marriage, families, work , money and for some divorce. We begin to accept life as it is.

40-50 Are the years of the dreaded MID LIFE CRISIS!

50-? Spent worrying about retirement and unfortunately death.

So as you can see no matter what anyone says growing pains don’t go away. Life is just one continuous circle of experience……