Teacher's Fun

I saw this picture on Facebook and it made me think about the time I've spent working with children and the way it impacts the rest of my life. To me, having fun and living life is so much more important than grades and achievement. Those things come with time and experience, none of which can be gained without happiness. It''s a shame that some children I have met don't share this view, and at such young ages are only concerned about their attainment. I wrote this quickly, but was happy with the outcome, I hope you enjoy :)

Teacher's Fun

Run, jump, scream and shout,
Spinning around the roundabout.
Clapping hands, squeaks of joy.
Playing tea parties with every toy!
Paints and glitter, spread the glue,
See what else there is to do!
Reading stories, so much fun,
The robot book is my best one.
Hands move round the ticking clock,
Then suddenly it's time to stop.
Greet the parents at the door.
Teaching fun is what I'm here for!

This is a very short poem written a while back, I found it in my diary when reading through old entries. 

Bruised

They'll ask what happened to me that day
One slip back, that's what I'll say
Smiles and hugs with gentle words
They don't believe what they just heard.

Red Art...

A different style of poem to normal, someone asked if my poems all had the same rhythm to them and I realised the majority did! So I thought I would try something new; Quite dark for my first poem in a few months, enjoy!



Shh now
Need sleep
More drink
Dreams creep
Night time
Dark thoughts
Day time
face taught
Sharp blade
Cold heart
Pain made
Red Art
Words hurt
Hurt heals
Dumb girl
Blood spills

Empty Nights

Wishing for bed, yet afraid of the night

Enjoying the peace, but leave on the light

Eyes are heavy and sleep is near 

This brings with it endless fear

Eventually tiredness takes what it can

I fall into dreams of far away lands

Without control my mind plays free

Leaving my conscious painful debris

Nightmares aren't always ghouls and ghosts

I wish it was these that I dread the most. 

Getting there....

Feels strange when I know its all okay

And carrying on gets easier each day

When the time for you isn't time at all

And the space you filled is now so small

A song, a place or just a scent

Reminds me of how much you meant

But slowly and surely I can smile

For memories that last only a while

Setting Yourself Up for a Fall

This is a new poem, I think it can be read in several differeny way and can be related to most things in life that require some sort of risk. For me, I think I put too much faith in others to make me happy, when actually I am perfectly capable of doing it myself (even if sometimes it doesn't feel that way). Sometimes in life I feel like I hold back from doing something or saying something because I am scared of what will happen, but we can never be sure of what will happen. So maybe sometimes it is best just to try?

Setting Yourself Up for a Fall

From the outside you look to have it all,
Inside you're just waiting for the fall.
The higher you get the bigger the drop,
So when do you know the right place to stop?
Expectations are now harder to judge
Those niggling thoughts won't ever budge
So you take a step further from the top
Now when you look, there's not much of  a drop.
One hand reaches to go higher than before
The other is scared of touching the floor.
Risking the pain and hurt that might come
Is it worth it climbing up just one more rung?

Pretending

Been doing well, actually, for the past week or so. I have decided that posting the poems I write when I am feeling lonely or down is not a sign of weakness, and its not being need. No. It is just my way of getting through things and sorting out my emotions, so here is a poem I wrote a few weeks ago when I started to "what if" (never a good idea when its time to sleep)...

Pretending

Is it better to pretend

That we never reached an end?

Is it better that i know

You won't come back, you chose to go?

They say time heals every wound

Why choose love to exclude?

At night my dreams break the rule

And you appear in them all.

So how am I supposed to keep

Strong and steady on my feet?

Every morning when it comes to light

that I let you go without a fight.

Unsure

Needing comfort more than ever but cannot turn to you
Life falling around me but I don't know what to do
Small things matter when big things go wrong
Turns out I've relied on your strength too long
Feelings left on edge and emotions still unsure
What happens if I cannot cope with anymore?
Bad things happen and our stories go on
Even if the life you knew is well and truly gone.

It.

Written a while back, I think new years eve perhaps. For readers that are not close friends my Soldier has left me, he decided he'd be happier not to be in the relationship. Hence the rename, I do feel like a lost soul and I think I will for a very long time, but day by day it will get easier right? 

Love has such power over those who feel it

Love can make strong or break those that show it

Love only exists for those who believe in it

Love can destroy those who rely on it

Lov can hold up, keep safe those that protect it

Love doesn't need to be wanted to give it

Love is what love is and all of us deserve it 

It's just a game

Life falling just like rain

Broken hearts, feeling pain

Storm rumbling in the sky

It all feels like one big lie

If we get what we deserve

I can't see my learning curve

More like someone couldn't see

How much that Man means to me

I don't think Karma's the one to blame

Its just a part of life's chance game. 

What happens?

What happens when you just don't know

How make the bad feelings go

What happens when you can't work out

Whether to smile or to scream and shout

What happens when memories wont disapear

And remind you of all the things you fear

What happens when the one you need

Is the one who's made you bleed?

Let me tell you a story, Kyle Boyd

This is a poem by a friend of mine. He has given me permision to put it on here. I don't know the meaning behind it but feel free to comment and I will get hos replies. 

Let me tell you a story

By Kyle Boyd

Let me tell you a story, about Heaven and about Hell

First though, know this: Jesus loves me and He loves you as well

 

“I am three-and-three-quarters”, I proudly exclaim

To the kind-looking gentleman, who asked me my age

 

He’s my mummy’s new friend, and they both love to share

They share kisses and cuddles, and he plays with her hair

 

I have loads of friends, like my mummy does, too

But mummy’s friends kiss her, that’s not what mine do

 

Her friend knows I love sweeties; I’m too young to know bribes

So indeed I indulged, as I watched them imbibe

 

Mummy smelled some white sand and couldn’t hold up her head

But just like Prince Charming, her friend took her to bed

 

Said he’d take care of me, too; and would help me prepare

For a special kind of love, and I need not be scared

 

I learned love can be hidden, and with a warm, calm resolve

He reached inside me to find it, but instead took my soul

 

“I’m twenty-fucking-five”, I bark with disgust

To the posh twat who thinks I’m forty, who I met on the bus

 

I only asked him for a drink, coz the dole didn’t pay

“Don’t effin’ flatter yourself, mate. You ain’t my type, anyway”

 

Loads of people love me, not just when I’m on my back

Kisses are overrated anyway, kisses don’t pay for smack

 

They know how much I need it, and desperation has no bounds

So indeed they indulge; I do my shift on the ground

 

I remember once, I did care, about what they thought

I tried to love, but what can I do? I’m just a filthy fucking whore

 

Of course, one day, my life gave up; though God, He knew me true

Now I can be free of all my wrongs, but this story is for you

 

We were blessed with choice, though choice can lead us stray

That little girl wanted to love, but sin took her away

 

If nothing else, then understand, that we are not to judge

Sometimes we’re wrong, so why not set, our default mode to ‘love’?

Unsure

Needing comfort more than ever but cannot turn to you

Life falling around me but I don't know what to do

Small things matter when big things go wrong

Turns out Ive relied on your stregnth for too long

Feelings left on egde and emotions still unsure

What happens if I cannot cope with anymore

Bad things happen and our stories must go on

Even if the life you knew is well and truely gone