She was always so angry at the world.
She saw all the beauty
And saw how the people destroyed it.
Her eyes were portals to the past;
Within her soul was the pain of a society,
A society that could have been
If we had not taken for granted
The reality
And speciality.
Originality
Was taken from us the moment
This world was born.
She saw that we were not a world of love
Anymore.
We were a world of hatred
And pain
And prejudice
And judgement.
She saw through the fallacy
We have created:
Our facebook walls are mere facades,
Disguising who we are
And hiding us in the blur of the stars
Of who we wish we were.
Soon there will be no people.
No emotions.
No relationships.
The only thing that will exist are machines
With vacant faces,
Taken over by a society that shouldn't have been.

everything is spinning again
and i've forgotten how to make it stop.

I held him as he cried himself to sleep,
The tears of his past trickling through my bones,
My comfort merely a sieve
For his liquid sorrow.

Aim for the history book,
Not the magazine.
Be remembered for good,
Not for bad.
Do what you want,
And want what you do.
Make sure people will remember you.

You can change the world,
You just have to believe,
That you are the one,
Who can end poverty.
Be the change you want to see,
Do it all with grace.
Make the world a better place.

Ignore all the insults,
Trust the compliments.
Stay by your family,
Despite the arguments.
Friends will come and go
But family’s forever.
Don’t give up. Never.

The people you miss,
Will be known to you until
The day you die.
If they’re in your head,
They are never dead.
For you keep them alive.
New people will always arrive.

Aim for the history book,
Not the magazine.
For in the end you’ll see,
Success is your ambition,
Never dream of fame.
The answer lies in your heart,
Even if you don’t know how to start.

Her sons never tell her they love her.
And her mother has never been proud.
She married a stranger from the big city.
And now they live in a small town.

She works day and night
To keep them alive.
But she’s only just breathing herself.
She’s selfless and kind,
Never on her own mind.
Her world revolves around them.

Engaged at eighteen,
To the life she had dreamed,
But ran away when the stability froze.
She always wanted more,
From the life that she saw
Ahead of her since she was small.

But her parents were strict,
Told her she’d never make it
And drove her away from the life that she wanted to live.

She searches for the beauty
Of the dreams she once had.
The ambitions she followed
Until her world crashed down.

She thinks back in time
To the end of the line;
Where she should have crossed instead of turned round.

She knows it too late to go back,
To the time when she was that
Woman she wanted to be.
Now she’s stuck in a big house,
On the outskirts of a small town.
Forever held back by the fears that she once had.

But I tell her don’t worry
Because it will all work out.
She will have the life she wanted
When the time comes around.

And her sons will tell her they love her.
And her mother will always be proud.
She’ll marry the prince of her kingdom
And escape from the small, small town.

the creativity is running out.
people are becoming robots;
their brains controlled
by the mechanics of greed.
but i refuse to succumb
to the ever growing sanity
of society
and humanity.
i will cling
to the words
and the music
and the art.
i will not be taken over,
my mind will not be stolen
by the goblins of the swollen
world below.
i will paint myself the colour of youth
and pray my camouflage
allows me to retain my imagination,
i will not lose it to the education
system which takes so many
minds of innocent children.
they used to dream
and feel
and smile
and cry.
now they sit in office blocks,
brains ticking like ******* clocks.
making phone calls,
the reciprocating voices also without souls.
and the art they used to create,
the beauty they used to dictate
hangs on the wall
of the long forgotten
art gallery of nostalgia.
creativity dismissed as playful,
boring must equate to important.
what happened to the people
who used to laugh at everything?
i refuse
to lose
the battle of my beauty.

the world is at its end.
no more smiles, laughs, cries.
we are all attached to social media,
our life source no longer love, but wifi.
no-one lives in the moment.
no-one cares about a ******* thing.
mechanic children forced through the system,
lost to generations of futile fear.
rich kids now the underprivileged, deprived of happiness.
the poorest are the happiest.
equality is a long lost concept.
crime and violence rule our lands.
never again will a child love,
always will the sadness seep
through the veins of the long forgotten warriors;
the musicians, the actors, the artists, the authors.
their blood runs cold,
never reaching the hearts of the disenchanted young.
creativity has gone.
we are all the same,
ruined by obsession, greed, hunger, power.
we even look the same:
grey hair, paper skin, tired eyes.
these are the marks of destruction.
we have all been taken over
by the recklessness of our hatred
and the poverty of our love.