Lucy Clayton

Hi,I’m only 15 and new to writing,just trying to practice as I really enjoy writing.It helps me to express myself 😊

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Lucy Clayton

Hi,I’m only 15 and new to writing,just trying to practice as I really enjoy writing.It helps me to express myself 😊

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What Is Love?

Lucy Clayton

1 min read

Love: the one thing in life we can’t survive without,

We find our love and we just want to shout it out,

Sharing it with the world,

Because they deserve to see our happiness,

As much as we deserve to be happy.

But what is love?

The connection to another?

The touch of a lover?

What is love?

The writing in the stars?

Someone who supports you as you are?

Is love the bloom in spring?

The beautiful ...

Poetry

If Only You Were Perfect

Lucy Clayton

1 min read

If only the tides could wash away my sins,

If only I could celebrate my wins,

Without feeling the guilt of my previous words.

Words that stab in the dark like a shard of a mirror,

That reflects the real you.

The devil hidden in your visage,

Disguised by your built up image.

If only your apologies repaired the past,

If only forgiveness was meant to last,

Without betraying their trust.

Trust you ...

Poetry

I Am Grateful.

Lucy Clayton

1 min read

The breath of fresh air that swifts through my lungs thousands of times a day, the energy sprinted to my muscles to allow for movement, the ability to taste, hear, touch, see and smell.

That is what I'm grateful for.

The life you gave me, that, I should be grateful for, and the fact you won't take away that same life.

There's food on the table and a roof over my head that's what I should be grat...

Poetry

Mirrors Of The Mind

Lucy Clayton

1 min read

My heart pounded and I began to hyperventilate.

I was trapped unable to escape my sealed fate.

Delving into my subconscious mind,

As I ignored every sign they signed.

Beware of the sharp shards that reflect;

The broken mirror was left behind to inspect.

Two sides of a coin presented through one passage.

The distinction between good and evil: perfect and savage.

The doorway opened and they connec...

Poetry

Dreams

Lucy Clayton

1 min read

I close my eyes for the night,

Expecting the well-known fright.

The shadow that lurks in the corner,

The murderer committing such torture.

I close my eyes,

And unexpectedly see,

Cream coated pies,

Piled up high for me.

I see rainbows and ponies,

The love of my life.

Not my insecurities,

Not being threatened with a knife.

I try to scream,

I try to shout,

Why do I have a happy dream?

Why can't I ...

We Miss The Moon

Lucy Clayton

1 min read

A scorching image burned into our memories,

Our oceans have forgotten how to flow.

Cool midnight air, a neglected breeze.

Nocturnal creatures, their lives we cannot show.

At first, sleep was impossible.

Completely improbable.

But it's been five years,

With the relentless fire.

It's been five years,

Without beauty that we can no longer admire.

We want,

The place where astronauts landed,

A place...

Poetry

Coffee

Lucy Clayton

1 min read

Caramel drizzled over the top of the creamy coffee,

Like a kiss left so gentle, softly.

Whipped delight atop the heat,

A delicious everyday treat.

The comforting taste tangles my tongue,

Like the flowers of spring daintily, sprung.

Like the warmth of the rising sun,

Like the echo of children having fun.

The cosy welcome of the nutmeg-filled air,

Filled the room, and approached with care.

Just a ...

Poetry

The Bustling City

Lucy Clayton

1 min read

The stench of rotting street food wafted through the polluted air,and bird faeces splattered on the floor,surrounding each bench.Pigeons scavenged for dusty leftovers obliviously dropped on the filthy ground,by families enjoying their lunch after a stressful morning teetering around the bustling streets of the city.

Screeching voices blared from the disorderly,and grating announcements came from ...

Poetry

Rediscover

Lucy Clayton

1 min read

He tore me down,

Trampled on my trust.

A permanent feature became a frown.

My life became unjust.

My self esteem declined,

And now I am lost.

My love for you I can not find,

What was the cost?

The cost of loving you,

Was losing myself.

What can I do?

When I’m stuck on the highest shelf.

I need to be my own lover,

Myself,I need to rediscover....

Poetry

Today Was Different.

Lucy Clayton

2 min read

Magic always seemed to be a beautiful miracle; an unnatural yet brilliant sight.

However,disturbing nature can be a dangerous risk…

It was a tranquil morning with the gorgeous sun rising on the horizon,when I woke up to a blaring alarm.I jolted up and crawled out of my pit,stretching,in hopes to gain some liveliness to myself.My mum barges through the splintered door,screeching to “Wake up!”

“I’m...