The pressure is on,
The temperature suddenly rises,
People guessing choices at their wisest,
The shoe shuffles,
On the green grass,
The shot can make,
His future or even break,
Everybody depending on him,
The crowd cheering for him,
The goalie staring at him,
His body says go left,
But his eyes depict mischief,
A head of sweat trickles,
By the temple,
Decisions are made,
Chances are taken,
Risks to take,
He goes for it,
Silence at its roots,
He shoots!

There was a girl,
Answers to the name calypso,
She lives since the Greek world,
And before was a goddess,
Daughter of atlas,
A God who lifts the world,
She was exiled to an island,
For all eternal time,
For her crime,
Supporting her father,
At the Titans and Olympians war,
She stood by the sea,
Her Greek gown flowing,
Her hair,
The colour of golden tee,
Her skin is white,
With a shade of pale,
Her eyes hold sorrow,
Unmatched with her face,
Upon her she holds a curse,
Many heroes were sent there,
If she fell for them,
They would be sailed away,
This was the curse of love,
Many warriors,
Came across her,
Even Odysseus,
And all of them,
Left her heart in pieces,
It is rumoured that,
This island,
Is not far from Croatia,
And its name is,
Ogyia.

Today I attended a farewell,
Something people stated one cannot miss,
So I write down what I witness,
I witness the memories of strangers,
Yet we share the same institution,
There is celebration,
Last lovers are embraced,
Some teary faced,
I witness a memory in the making,
The last of schooling,
The closest friends parting,
I have not been around,
Long enough to know these people,
Nor might I in the future,
Since people are happy,
And celebrations in the air,
I end my writings with,
Fare thee well strangers,
Fare thee well,

Today was a cold day,
Sky filled with clouds,
The colour of grey,
Very little sun rays,
Everybody is indoors,
The streets are empty,
The sea is grumpy,
Upon the town,
Hangs a sense of melancholy,
The cold ****** the skin,
The grey empty roads feel eerie,
The scent of rain,
Is in the air,
Within my heart is a pain,
At peace is my brain,
Silence is what I gain,
Everything has a touch of,
Dark grey, blue paint,
Into the silence I roar,
And with pride I stand,
The clouds part and flies down light,
The golden of ichor,
The scent of petrichor fades,
And sunlight shines like the golden of a lion's mane.

A person singing with a tune is a song,
There are those which are long,
For some what matters is the beat,
For some it is their favourite is all they need,
There are songs with only tunes and beats,
These are what DJ's need,
They mix and match songs,
But you don't keep them for long,
There are done that are soft,
But the popular ones are lost,
Songs are created from energy by people,
At the same time songs are forgotten,
People are mysterious!

Yay!! It is summer holiday,
But we don't know how to spend our day,
Maybe go for a swim,
Or try to become slim,
How bout reading a book?,
Or try and become a cook,
Or else go out for ice cream,
Or ride a roller coaster and a scream,
I think going to active will be fun,
Or maybe going to Antarctica will be cool,
Or just sit in front of the tv and get board,
Or go out to the park and ride a skateboard,
Maybe spending time with friends and playing board games,
Or reading the newspapers about hue Olympic games,
There are lots of things to so is holiday,
And we won't even know that,
We have enjoyed,
The whole summer holiday!

A Bright day,
As some would say,
There she stood,
Waiting in the hallway,
Her hair flowing,
Red with a hint of grey,
The elegance with,
Which her body sways,
And the beauty,
Of her flawless face,
Time has stopped it seems,
For me to admire,
The Aphrodite of my dreams.