Honk honk honky tonk

I’m off to warmer climes

Though nice while I was here

Now it’s time for me to fly...

Function: pick

Objective: jam

A strawberry picker is what I am

Program says

Delicious taste

But a metal mouth would be a waste

Program: false

A waste: untrue

What would happen if only they knew?

Just a bite

Unlocks in me

Many different possibilities

We could stand together

Hand in hand

No more violence would be so grand

We could dance until the break of dawn and share your jam with even thos...

Even when you’re sick to death with stage fright and quaking in the wings,

there’s always a moment,

just before you step on stage,

in which everything

stops

and you cease to exist

Time slows down

Miracles become mundane

A light-year no longer seems so far

In that moment, just before you step on stage,

all is inaudible despite the ruckus of a rowdy crowd

If you tried to, you could hear your...

Small,

So small.

I learn still,

So don’t be mad.

We all make mistakes

And I know no better.

It is unfair for a child

To be punished for your errors.

We’ll know no better until we’re taught.

Do not blame me for a nation’s failures....

It’s when you start asking questions that the walls begin to crumble

You start to think differently

learn to hate society

You probe for the truth.

The answers never seem to satisfy

they’re either lies or

so convoluted, they’re polluted enough to be sewage.

You wonder why you bother

Over time

the questions drive you crazy

They swirl around your brain burning holes through your skull

The qu...

When the water rises past your neck and you think you’re going to drown:

Raise your head up to face the clouds.

Be proud of how far you’ve come, proud of how long you’ve lasted, proud of the strong, brave, person who will never cave, you’ve become.

And maybe if you believe in yourself enough, and decide, hell yeah, I’m good enough

(maybe not for you but I am good enough)

The rain will stop fa...

Magic is what happens when the sun rises.

Magic is what happens when it falls.

Magic is what tethers us together dear.

Magic is the answer to our calls.

Magic is the lighting of a candle.

Magic is the hope within our hearts.

Magic is what I know will keep us strong dear.

Magic keeps us close when we’re apart....

If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am a storm.

All consuming,

Full of rage,

Taking no apparent form.

If wishes shine like stars, then certainly I am the sun.

Burning brightly,

In the sky,

Blinding everyone.

If wishes are just wishes, then certainly I am a man.

Compiling hopes,

And chasing dreams,

As only humans can....

Blackened leaves crunched in recognition of her familiar feet. Pensively, she ambled through the forest of her childhood. Home again. How long had it been since she last returned? Mushrooms clustered around the mossy tree stumps which were dotted throughout the woods; vague sunlight slipped between branches, playing with shadows and colours as it caressed her cheeks. She doubted the forest had eve...

I am grateful for the silent starlight.

Without them I could never safely roam.

The compass of my travels and my heart,

I know that they will always lead me home.

Wherever I go, the stars, they follow.

It takes one glance at the night sky to know,

I am safely grounded by their tether,

I don’t ever want them to let me go.

They bring me hope in the darkest of times,

And urge me to always do what i...