Turquoise blue fills my eyes,
No white within,
Children filled with joy,
As lush green grass gets trampled,
It's a day of rarity,
To be with your family and friends,
Exploring and creating,
Sandcastles and fairytales,
As we enter nether regions,
Of endless fantasies,
We hope this day will come again,
But,
Because of England,
And it's tumultuous weather,
We enjoy it whilst we can.

every poem i try to write
seems to have already been written.
the moon, the stars, the scars on her arms,
already done.
i want to be something new, something different.
describing the feeling of feeling complete, the feeling of youth, exchanging heat in the backseat,
already done.
this picture I have in my mind
comes out as stick figures on paper.
the anxiety, quietly trying to live,
rebel against society,
every rhyme seems cliche, the special depressed snowflake style that i try so hard to stray from.
oppressive, depressive, aggressive, but it’s unimpressive.
every word i write
has already been written.

Wake up, they said
Get up, look around
All alone in this room
Blood and guts surrounding you
Horrified, confused
You step outside, you're not amused.

A shadow around the corner
Footsteps getting closer
Presence of the unknown
Your fears become profound
Turn around, run for it..
Through the halls of nightmare
A never ending cycle.

Dead ends, locked doors
No windows, only floors..
Lots of floors, lots of stairs
Bloodstains everywhere
Wait up, stand still
Look behind, it's glowing..
A golden key
Escape is near
Time to get out of here.

Don't hesitate, no room for error
Keep moving forward
To avoid the terror
Take this gun, use it wisely
A single bullet will help you nicely
There's an exit
Try to breach it
No luck, it's not budging.

Use the key, make it fast
What a shame, it doesn't fit
All this time you've been tricked
Toyed around, punched and kicked
You have no power
Just pull the trigger
This is the end
Your time is over.

6am mornings
With little to truly say,
so let's lie here waiting
For the sun to slip away.