I do not see the hype
with High School Stereotype.
Why does it receive such attention?
It doesn't need the press's mention.

We all know of the smokers by the bike sheds,
Who have nothing but fluff in their heads.
Or the girls with skirts far too short
Who's think of *** as a  competitive sport.

The sport buffs, we've all seen,
Full of life and far too keen.
Always poised and ready to go,
Every muscle toned from head to toe.

Young student teachers are here,
Enthusiastic about Bill Shakespeare.
Attempting to teach thugs to spell,
Whilst shady Heads make their life hell.


But do not forget, those you call friend.
The ones who stay by you until the end.
Making you laugh, Keeping you sane
Through rough times they remain.
These companions fit no mould
Therefore their tale is never told.

For the greatest things in teen life
Do not need the media's strife

I do not want the solo,
Let me duet with you my dear.
Sweet harmonies, loud soft, high low.
My heart acts as percussion with you near.
A tune so perfectly pitched,
I lose my time, breath caught in my chest.
We pick up speed, entwined and bewitched.
Forte notes echo , regardless of rests.
I feel your pulse, and you mine,
Lost in the moment, our art.
Accenting each note through bar to line,
Aching passion from the start.
There is no need for strings or timpani
For tonight, you accompany me

Modern day makes me confused
A world of the hypocrite
Beauty only valid when filter is used
And if the size zero will fit
When only perfection will do
How can love prosper and thrive
Mountainous expectations ******* you
Pushing you until you struggle to survive
We are taught to differ, true to yourself
Yet a grey mould leaves you scarred
Twisting your thoughts to danger your health
Confidence and esteem prohibited and barred
Therefore when you see teenage anarchy
Know that the hatred of your generation
Is the life live, our inherited fee
Our poisoned land, a broken nation

Neat orderly lines of chairs,
Rattling biro pens in sweaty palms,
An echoing hall of icy airs.
Exhaling teens failing to stay calm,
A balding figure pouting sternly,
Glares over nervous beings.
Announcing the rules that concern me,
Gulping down that sinking feeling.
A monotone drill bellows out,
I open my paper to 1A.
Oh Christ, what is this all about.
Questions so vague, I don’t know what to say.
This theme remains to continue,
Frying my brain, gnawing at my wit.
A piercing doubt seeps through,
for the rest of the exam I sit.
Seconds to minutes, minutes to hours,
Developing the skill needed to cope.
But my heart persists to cower
Falling lower, as if on a *****.
A bell calls out to signal the end,
I place down my pen somehow.
“How’d it go” asks my friend,
“Alright, double maths now!”.

It began with honest intention
No plan of causing deadly tension

It began with birdsong in summer skies
And ended in deceit and vicious lies

It began with the moon and the stars
And ended with heavy iron bars

It began with ambition and hope
And ended with us unable to cope

It began with fresh spring flowers
And ended with bleak prison towers

It began with a dream to follow
And ended with a corpse so hollow

It began with two naïve youth
And ended with a fatality unable to soothe

It began with it all
Ended with our unjust fall

If I was to describe her poetically
She's role her eyes and frown
She's to the point, explains phonetically
Always planned, with details written down.

The first to arrive at the party,
and lone behold, last to leave
Her buzz down to shiraz partly
But mainly her free spirit, or so I believe

Never one to hold herself back,
She'll sing, dance and chat to all,
And manages to keep her dignity intact.
Forget the belle, she rocks the ball.

Yet in her I confide
Catching me whenever I fall.
I feel there is no secret to hide,
As she has raised me to stand tall.

Over my 15 years I've learned
We are very much alike each other
And only one thing makes me concerned,
Prematurely, I've turned into my mother!

A peaceful corner Island
Blooming with content characters
A place where stress is prohibited
Whilst visitors relax in sea breezes

Headphones barricade unwanted issues
When salty air is present
Gentle waves caress the shore
All is well in this blissful retreat

****** limbs emerge from coats
Ready for Apollo's warming filter
Spirits and drinks are lifted
After an eternal grey Winter

Sandy-nailed hands wave hello
Occasionally capturing a mutual embrace
Debut lovers infatuate in the heat
Cupid's climate shining kindly on their faces



Silent observations from afar
Prove to be no importance
Just ordinary beings in their regular routine
Showing humanity in its extraordinary splendour

The world will end in Fire or Ice
Concluding in an equally fierce way
People often enquire "Which would I prefer?"
Honestly my dear, I'd prefer not to say.
I relish and crave the nourishment of heat
Yet in the sun I cannot cope.
I retreat from the bite of the cold
But with the frost, I long to elope.
People ask: "Do I fear death?"
Am I scared of reaching my end?
If I was being truthful, I only fear one death
I am scared of drowning, my friend.
If the waves caught me, I'd rather die of thirst
Than beg for a dampened gasps of air
I would look Reaper and Lord in the eye
Tell them "Your ideals are cruel and unfair"
For I have learned to live without air
Ever since my heart shattered,
When he took my breath away.
My lungs caved in like hollow pools
Teaching me a vital lesson.
In this corrupted world,
There are far worse things than Fire and Ice

I don't know why, but I do
I torture myself for you
Slit my wrists and burn my skin
Whilst I hideaway the tears within
I don't know why, but I do
I seem to cry when thinking of you
Dizzy in my hysteria I drown in sorrow
Only to do it all again tomorrow
I don't know why, but I do
I blind myself when I see you
Collapse then pour acid in my eye
So I may find the truth behind the lie
I don't know why, but I do
I deafen myself when I hear you
Scream until I lose my sense
My pulse radiates a pain so immense
I don't know why, but I do
I try to defend and justify you
I need to accept my stupidity
And realise you never think of me
I don't know why, but I do
**** myself to remember you

Why do I find salvation in written words
Confiding in scribbles that resemble text
Human company proves little satisfaction
Yet little books ease my mind
Quarantined in my familiar chambers
A creature of habit; I begin to write.
Expressing stresses and confusion
Struggles and my constant fight
Will this bud emerge in spring sunshine
Or will it prove to be a useless ****
Deluded by expectations and dreams
A mere fickle and tainted seed
Drowning in toxic hatred
Experimenting and seeking refuge
Darkening and vile vices
Engraving a scar so huge
I live in these crisp pages
Coherent ink marks my tale
Yet my story is incomplete
My journey is yet to sail

Panting again I rest
Only now I think of the day
Innocent  gossip in D Block
Adventures of zip-up jackets
Covering a costume gold pendant
Looking at friends through my hair
A fringe that dominates and annoys
Stray eyebrows that linger between deep eyes
Mermaid kicks spray me
Keeping me company when I think
If I could go back I would
Somewhere away from damp air
Like Switzerland or Dalmatian Coasts
Away from denim dungarees on muddy hills
No more ground sheets in his rucksack
Just friends, my cold hands and uneven locks
Closed roads trap me, Typical council
Often fond of stationary cups and dusty hoovers
Just run, be proud to be there up and on
Along D.S Alley throwing my trainers into the boots bay
Avoiding the tainted Dene and his bravado remarks
Those too familiar faces you adapt to loathe
Not listening to banter just a shower and my herbal tea
Off to do revision is my excuse to wonder why I
Accept it and go on tomorrow's dawn is bright

Silent tears bewitch my mind
Icy fingers caress my soul
Sickening thoughts consume me
A faint pulse they stole
Evil desires taint my logic
Through my desperate quest
Striving for deluded perfection
A reflection I detest
Golden curls disappear
Tired eyes dominate
Companions nervously enquire
"How much have I ate?"
Obsessions take control
Forgetting about all that I care
Procrastinating with anxiety
What do they think, why do they stare?
Guilty actions and fears dictate
Participating in deeds I regret
All the pain that I caused
Oh how I wish I could forget
So let this be an example
When your bones begin to show
When your hair starts to thin
and your face lacks a youthful glow
It is not worth the pain
It will never be worth the lies
It takes control of your will
Shrinking your withering size
When you see your mother's teats
A gaze of father's sorrow
Just remember one thing
Recovery is as close as tomorrow

C'mon, C'mon, C'mon
Guilty pleasures await
His poison lips and toxic tongue
Hold and seal my fate
C'mon, C'mon, C'mon
Begging to fill his lustful sin
Exploring privacy
Places no one has been
C'mon, C'mon, C'mon
Wanting to more than before
Sinking further, deeper
Tearing through to my core
C'mon, C'mon, C'mon
Wave goodbye to the innocent
Crushing purity, honesty
Leaving scars when you accent
C'mon , C'mon,C'mon
He jeers, he smiles, unable to wait
Long gone is charm and respect
My dignity he did eradicate
C'mon, C'mon, C'mon
What damage can you do?
C'mon, C'mon, C'mon
See the shame left by you

I hate you, I hate what you did
I hate how you lied, leaving me broken
Your eyes are like a death sentence
Your mouth a poisoned wine
A pulse of execution drums
A voice of Siren Song
I hate you, I hate what you did,
I hate your tone, your expression
I hate the extent of my confession
I hate your ways, your plans
Your lack of remorse, passion or care
Your golden necklace is a ****** weapon
Your hands are like Neanderthal clubs
Your tongue is a poised adder
I hate what I have become
I hate my lack of resistance
I hate how I feel
I hate the regret I live with
I hate that I meant nothing, a meaningless fling
But most of all my fickle soldier
I hate that you chose her over me

I hold the flames with my left hand
Whilst I mould you with my right
So you may be the deity I planned
A masterpiece, a perfect sight.
Into Olympus I carve you
You are a Muse, a golden fleece
A tradition polished until fresh and new
All that I that I seek, my missing piece.
I shall fight for you my dear,
For your ambrosia, I shall quest
Challenge me, send me far or near
Put my loyalty to the extreme test.
Let me be your hero, my love
I will paint you in the stars
We will travel past clouds and far above
We will look down on our love from afar.
For I have served many  gods
Romanced with many a goddess
But Cupid cannot enhance you
For you, I would trade my immortality
You are my heaven upon earth

I want to show my true colours
Paint my skin with pictures and words
Pierce it with dazzling gems
Transform it into a bold peacock
With hues of purple and blue.
Grow my hair wild and free
Warming me through winter nights.
I want to peruse my desired agenda
Quit the day job, see the world,
Fall in love, find myself.
I want to build a nest for my love
Decorate it with the fruit of our travels
And welcome in infants
Spend my days scribbling away
Doodling in cheap note pads
Filled with the greatest of treasures.
I want walls filled with photos
Memoirs of the love I have seen
Reminders of all the beauty of the world.
I want my scars to heal, to be forgotten
Replaced by traces of passionate kisses
Gifts that leave me content and enlightened.
I want to feel the warmth of my daydream
Surrounding my reality, dictating my days
I want to live a simple life, nothing grand
I want to show my true colours.