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Books…
Lucky star, Lucky star, which is your lucky star?
dizzy dizzy dizzy dizzy…
do you feel very dizzy
indigo indigo indigo blue
drift drift drift drift drift drift wood
scarlet scarlet scarlet scarlet scarlet wishes
sundae girl sundae girl sundae sundae sundae girl
best friends best friends
my best friends Rocks
Daniela, age 8
Story
I’ll tell you a story
Just you and me
But first you must
Take the key.
The key to friendship love and happiness.
How good would that be?
I open my eyes one Summers day
And find all the things I want and need
So take my hand
And I’ll lead the way
To a happy Summers day.
Abbie Murad
beauty devine
The stary nights,
chocolate’s taste,
the sun’s warmth,
on my face.
Flowers in bloom,
and mountain tops,
Cristmas lights hanging,
over the shops.
Flowing rivers,
anilmals wild,
my one true love,
flashing a smile.
Walking in the shadow,
of a full moon,
shades of pink
and shades of blue.
Autumn days,
Winter nights,
blowing kisses,
fire flies.
Woodland creatures,
pixi dust,
funfair rides
and cotton candy fluff.
young love,
Summar skys,
what else could it be,
but beauty devine….
Joanne, age 12
I have written the first verse of Miley Cyrus One In A Million, A heart touching song…
How did I get here?
I turned around
And there you were
I didn’t think twice
Or rationalize
Cuz somehow I knew …
That there was more than just chemistry
I mean I knew you were kind of into me
But I figured it’s
Too good to be true…
Anisha, age 12
Cathy Cassidy
Cool
awesome
terrific
has cool ideas
you rule
Colourful
amazing
so many addicting books
so beautiful
indigo blue
driftwood
you rock my socks Cathy!
Jemima, age 8
Why?
Why do I have black hair?
Why can’t it be brown or fair?
Why am I a human?
Why am I not a zebra or a lion?
Why am I a girl?
Why can’t I be a boy, or a woman?
Why am I here?
I could be at the mall, or a gallery?
Why do you need to know where I am?
I could be standing right next to you?
Tell me ALL these things loud and clear.
Now I know.
Jemima, age 8
Close my eyes to stem the tears,
But my hurt still leaks out.
Wipe my eyes and try to walk away,
But they form a circle around me.
Pushing, and shoving, tearing at my clothes,
Shouting and yelling, whispering in my ear.
Little comments, large names,
that rip and whip inside of me,
until I feel raw, ashamed,
embaressed of who I am.
Collapsing to the ground,
I curl up in a ball,
making a shell around myself,
to try and block them out, but they creep in still.
Their sharp tounges and cruel words,
forcing their way into my brain,
branding themselves upon me.
They pull my hair and take my bag,
emptying it out onto the pavement.
My homework is ripped to shreds
whilst pens and pencils are snapped and broken.
I gasp for breath, shuddering violently.
A large, red bus looms up behind us,
and they turn, sprinting away.
I look up, sheilding my face from the sun,
then gather up my things, and hurry briskly away.
In my bedroom,
with the lights dark and the music low,
I think about the feelings, the feelings of me, of THEM!
What compells them to do it?
What makes them think that it doesn’t hurt?
Maybe they do, maybe they want it to.
They’ve succeeded.
The pain they have caused inside me
is worse than anything I have ever felt before.
The names, the taunts, the way that they sneak inside
without you knowing, and once they have done that,
you can never get away.
I think of this, of all this, and my heart bleeds,
desperately, it bleeds.
Jessica, age 11
Left in the dark,
With so much to say.
Left in the night,
So far from the day.
Will you listen
To my calls?
Will you let me know
When the snow starts to fall?
Extend a hand,
So I can haul myself up,
Out of a deep black hole,
Where I lay curled up,
For days, for nights,
Weeping like a willow?
Matted hair, bleary eyes,
Damp, soggy pillow.
Simran, age 12
I cannot put
how much I love you
into something I can say,
The way I think about you
every day,
The feeling I get
when we’re apart,
All because
you stole my heart…
Jackie, age 13
Last week at the fitba
A wis bored oot ma brains
The reason for this wis
We wernae winnin again
In the first 10 minutes
They scored 5 goals
We are sae rubbish
Nae wonder naebody goes
The rain plummeted doon
The gails began to rise
Wait a minute a goal
I couldnae believe ma eyes
But the ref blew his whistle
It wisnae one ataw
He said it wis offside
And he gave their goalie the baw
By the time the game finished
It was 25 nil
My feet were blocks of ice
And I had a bit of a chill
I trudged home wearily
And I was soaked right through
Cannae wait til next week
Are You comin too?
Jenny, age 10
Isaac:
I love you,
you hate me.
I think your beautiful,
you think i’m hideous.
I want to kiss you,
you want to hit me.
I need you,
you avoid me.
Digby
Me
I’m not weird, i’m different.
I’m not ugly, i’m quirky.
I’m not a nerd, i’m clever.
I don’t dress weird,
i have my own sense of style.
I don’t bitch, i smile.
Why don’t you understand?
I am who i am.
Digby
Me & You
me me me,
is all i ever think of,
me me me
is all i ever dreamed of,
you you you,
is what you would think
would come next
you you you,
you were correct first guess…
Nina, age 11
As I lay on the ice cold bench,
In the dark grave yard,
A blood tear runs down my face at the slowest of speeds.
I look ahead,
There before me an angel,
A statue angel sent from heaven.
I admire her carefully,
I look upon her beautiful crafted wings,
There hangs a buttercup chain,
I wonder who put it there knomes,elfs,giants or fairies.
I lay there terrified,scared and bored
So I start to read the grave stones.
One of them grasps my breath,
Suddenly my heart beat slows down and my eyes close.
I am lost,lost forever,
Still now I look down heaven,
There lays my shell, my body,
but with a buttercup chain held in my hand.
Megan, age 10
Make me proud.
Father used to say
make me proud.
I tried
I Entered competitions,
went to netball class
nothing was enough
i would never pass.
Because the only way
he would be proud of me
was if i were my brother.
Alice, age 13
Sky
The sky is something
Something that I tell my worries to
When I feel so down
I give my worries to the sky
Julia, age 10
stuff
stuff goes wrong
theres no way to change it
no one can choose
what happens to us
no one can stop it
before it hurts
but still it hurts
again and again
i wish there was a way
to make the bad stuff disapear
but it stays
no matter what or who
tells it to leave.
the good stuff is there
waiting for you,
in the shadows with a smile,
take your chance statch it up,
keep it forever by your side.
second chances ont come very often
take them will all you have.
dont make the mistake i made.
Zoe, age 14
Summer
the hot sun would burn down
sunscrean would be passed around
the boys would chase
the girls ajust tops
how important it all seemed at the time
after school i would walk home
visit the fields, be me
then one day i met him
he turned my life around
where there was nothing before
there was suddenly brilliant light
i was on top of the world
but all too suddenly
i saw it
there he was
another girl wrapped around him so tightly,
it was hard to see who was who
im now done with boys
they claim your heart,
just to tear it apart
my room seems all to bare
now that his pictures are gone
but i feel right
if thats the right word
so i send a message
to all you whole girls
playing with boys is like playing with fire,
everyone gets burned
Alice, age 16
Bus….
I was determined to get to the bus stop
at the same time as you.
I ran and ran, out the school gates,
across the road, and down the pathway.
The 94 came first.
‘Arn’t you getting on Soph?’
‘Nah-nah I’m getting the 71 today.’
I waited and waited
the 71 came next,
but you wern’t here, I waited again.
The 94 came again, I gave up and got on.
I stumbled up the stairs
and sat on the dirty blue seats.
I was looking out the window
and halfway up the road, I saw you.
With another girl, talking, laughing.
I didn’t care.
But then she kissed you.
You didn’t push her away or anything.
That, I cared about.
Why do you have to
make things complicated?
Why did you have to ruin it all?
For once in my life I
thought this would last,
but you’re just like all the others.
Sophie, age 11
Sisters
Sis, You think you know it all,
But you don’t,
You strut around,
You think you know it all,
But you don’t,
You flick back your hair,
Act older than you are,
You think you know it all,
But you don’t,
The thing is,
I’m worried about you Sis,
Why can’t you understand?
One day,
Everything will go wrong,
And you’ll realise,
You’re just
A little girl.
Rhiannon, age 11
I believe in angels,
The kind that heaven sends,
I am surrounded by angels
But i call them friends…
Gogo, age 14
Gone
I stare at you walking home
as we get off the bus
I smile at you
when your back is turned at school
I dream about you at night
Then one day,
you wern’t at school
Nor the next day
Or the next
I asked your friend where you were
He told me you moved…
Sophie, age 11
The past
You can leave the past
but it will always come back to haunt you
You can forget the past
but you will recall later
You shouldn’t be ashamed of the past
It’s a part of you
Sophie, age 11
Glisten
Moonlight glistens in the sky
Only sunshine can break the utter darkness
And there you see the star that shines
A million times brighter than the others
Wind rustling and blowing my hair
Fiddling with every step I take
When the only thing left is hope and despair
Love and harmony is what we make
The starry sky on a Tuesday night
Tells us everything about what we are
And when I see the brightest star in sight
I’ll make a wish and say goodnight
No need to worry
For there isn’t any harm done
Because when you wake up from this sleep
Everything you hoped for isn’t gone
And all I can say is
My heart has the power
To make a cleaner soul for you
Just because you’re a downer
Nabila, age 12
You
You know you love me
Then why do you hide it?
You know you care for me
Then why did you ask yourself?
You know you’ll miss me
Then why did you leave?
I thought we were unbeatable
But now I guess our time has died
The ruins, figures that brought us here
Just cannot be defined
Love me, love me
You know you love me
Then kiss me, kiss me
Why don’t you miss me?
Azalea, age 13
Grandma
She gave us all her loose change
and never got up late.
She told us tales of her childhood
and always cleaned her plate!
She always gave us presents.
She always frowned and fussed.
But we really, really loved her
and very, very, much.
She’d take us to the movies,
she’d take us to the fair!
She’d even take us to the zoo
to see the polar bear.
But one day Grandma wasn’t there
Mum said she’d gone to bed.
But Belle and I were wondering
if Grandma could be dead!
I went up to my bedroom,
Belle came too.
We cried until our eyes were red a
nd found a pot of glue.
We took out all the photographs
and spread them all over the floor.
But just as we’d finished arranging them,
we heard three knocks on the door.
We both got right up of the ground
and sniffed back all our tears.
We opened the door and standing there…
YES! Grandma had reappeared!
We hugged her close, she fussed and fussed
and asked us why we’d cried?
“But Grandma,” we said as we hugged her close,
“We thought that you had died!”
“Why did you think that silly thing?”
“Because you got up late!”
“No – you got up early! It’s not even half eight!”
Sarah, age 12
Longest Time
Life is short they say,
Never let it slip away,
But,
What they really mean is,
Life is the longest thing
We have.
Katie, age 11
Phone Call
I slam the phone down,
You’ve turned my life around,
With a quick little message.
You said you loved me,
But you’ve just dumped me,
With a quick little message.
I used to love you,
I’d never leave you,
With a quick little message…
Saying: “I just don’t need you
in my life anymore.”
Rosie, age 11
My love for you…
I lie awake at night
wishing you were mine,
i know that,
that will never happen because,
to you, i am a friend
and nothing more.
But then when i see you
staring at me in class,
i begin to wonder…
i know you see my staring at you too,
for you always start to blush.
But this very special day
you came and sat with me ,
for no one ever does,
you start to talk to me
and then out of no where you kiss me,
my body starts to tingle,
and then you pull away,
look at me and say
I love you,
always have and always will…
Trulyinlove, age 13
I sit at my desk
let everything lose
compliments,
love, or
abuse.
The pen in my hand,
the black marks i leave,
I go off,
to a dreamland.
Does ANYONE ever think,
the suffering
that surrounds us,
The world is running out of love,
no more smiles,
or hugs.
In my story,
of make believe,
everything,
everyone,
is happy.
No abuse,
no more grief.
Notsayin, age 11
i was in love with him
he left me
i saw him the other day looking so happy
i had this gut wrenching feeling
and all he had to say was hey Ginger
i remember the day
we watched the sun go down
on the mountain outside the Grotto
i felt so happy sat in his lap
but he was my brothers mate
after all the “Will i love yous”
and the “lauren you the only one i could ever love”
after all the stuff he said
so much it was over in a flash
he kissed mycheek and said
i love you but Lew is not happy
we got to end it
he gave me one last kiss
and walked off
i was gutted.
he is with some one else now
but i still love him so much…
Lauren, age 14
Between the Lines
If you ever
Look between the Lines
there’s one thing you’ll see
don’t look at the words
look what’s in Between
a single lettEr
stands tall and mighty
Telling the world that i’m
everytHing to you
lovE just like you’Re
everything to mE too.
Holly, age 14
“Japense Whalers
headed to the Alantic Ocean,
for research?”
The newsreader said…
Reasearch my butt,
why do you need
five whales a day for research?
I wanna be out there
helping those protesters,
Its not fair those are our whales!
Please stop all you whalers
don’t do it please,
I want to take my children
to see whales when I’m older!
Do it for the next generation!
Future Greenpeace Supporter
Im not a Ranga,
Im fire dont play with me,
I’ll burn your fingers
Red heads are not respected
give us a break
its not our fault
we were born like this
I hate how boys
are complete idiots to me
and when I defend myself
and they laugh,
I punch Lachlan in the nose,
suspended again for fighting,
Councilers, physcoligists,
no one gets how I feel,
Red hair, Red attitude,
Ranga
Poems
Poems are the best,
They help you to express,
So many things in life
you can’t say,
Poems make it easier
to say it
in so many different ways,
So if your having trouble
turn to paper and pen,
Because soon whats inside
will open
Varona, age 9
Scared
I’m scared that you’ll care
But I’m scared that you won’t
I’m scared I mean something to you
But I’m scared that I don’t
I’m scared that you’ll see me
And just turn your back
But I’m scared that you’ll hug me
And not care what I lack
I’m scared that you’ll realise
I’m too broken for you
I’m scared you’ll throw me away
Like a book you’ve flicked through
But what makes me scared the most
Is knowing I’m losing you
And knowing there is nothing
Nothing I can do.
Holly, age 14
BE FEARLESS
they told me to smile
to be strong and fearless
but all i seem to do
is hurt you and be careless
i never get things right
i keep making mistakes
and now everytime i see you
my stupid heart aches
because i know i missed my chance
and there’s no going back
you’ve made up your mind
and you see what i lack
you saw through my mask
and my stupid smiling face
you thought you knew me
but you only saw my grace
i know i make mistakes
and i know you do too
but i know if i am honest
i know we’ll make it through
i know you make me smile
and when you look at me
my heart flips inside my chest
it even skips a beat
but i missed my one and only shot
to finally make you see
the only guy made for you
is the one and only me
Holly, age 14
I will not give you a flower this year,
But do not lose hope my ever- faithful dear.
A crimson rose shining with the morning dew?,
A pure, moonlit lily, everlastingly true?,
A golden daffodil; a star through and through?,
A lilac iris, with it’s glad heart of blue?,
A pansy with it’s jointed petals of two?,
I’ll give you none of these; its true,
But that will not stop us; not me and not you.
For this year, my love, I’ll give you a seed,
it may not be beautiful, but it’s all that you need,
A seed ( with a little help from warmth and from light),
can grow and suceed like a bird in its first flight,
A seed will grow and age through our time,
Now this seed grows from your heart to mine.
A seed, with determination, nothing can deter,
so hold strong, wait now, don’t lose faith in her.
A seed, when full grown, gives warmth and light,
and shelters all souls through the dark, stormy night.
So, do not despair, when I give you a seed,
for a seed, though not beautiful, is all love can need.
Kathryn, age 12
Sweet wind, sweet wind, doth blow
Whisper in the morning as the dove takes wing
As the skylarks cry and the angels sing
In the white peace
Sweet wind, sweet wind, sigh slow
At the dead of night when nobody is there
In the silent dark when there’s no-one to care
And the stars are gone
Sweet wind, sweet wind doth blow
On the reed pipes he does play
Over the hills and far away
Through the poppy fields
Sweet wind, sweet wind doth blow
Do not weep
I am only asleep
Elisabeth, age 12
To Netra
Through our lives
people come and go
Through the years
this is is the only place you’ve known
Through the changes
your reality turns bad
Through great old memories
the best you’ve ever had
Afraid to let go
Afraid for new things
Afraid of what the future brings
No matter what
just hold onto yourself
just move on through
this is what life’s all about
I will never forget the times that we had
the heartfelt discussions
the good and the bad .
your miles away and i still think of you
youre deep in my heart youll stay there.
Back then, we thought you would stay forever
you’d be here always.
But now there isn’t much time
it’s time to say goodbye.
i wont forget you
im always there
just thinking of you
staring ahead into the light
wondering if youre thinking of me too
waiting for the time i’ll see you again
each day passes
in and out
i dont even realize
cause you’re not about
you were the beginning,
the end of the day
the reason i cried when you were away
your familiar laugh
woke me up
made me stand up
against the crowd
you were my pillar of support
my helping hand,
when the teacher said,”pair up”
i looked at you
you looked at me
it was unanimous
and now that youre gone
i look around
everyones paired up
but im still standing there
waiting for you.
i know it wont be long
before i meet you again
for our friendship breaks barriers
the strongest wall
the mightiest wave
the sun and moon too…
because the world is a more beautiful place
with friends like you
Shaleila, age 13
Waking up into the morning sun draft,
and the feel of cold, clean toes
Just all I can think
is about what to eat and
whether to wear warm clothes
It’s a beautiful, wonderful
summer’s gay evening, and
I feel all jumpy to start
For seeing you will make me spill,
and my heart with start to laugh
It’s so, so piercing that you have to go,
So let’s make this last day wonderful,
pretty, gay, laughable and easy to remember
So it’s the last day of school forever,
and here I am,
trying to keep the tears away
on this December,
Oh December…
together, forever December.
Mikky, age 14
Rebel
You frown at my clothes,
You frown at my hair,
You frown at my attitude,
You say I don’t care.
I am not bad,
Just misunderstood,
You say I can’t be nice,
but I know I could.
I will be a new person,
kind and good,
I’ll show you that it is possible,
I’ll do what I should.
I’ll be polite,
I won’t be loud,
I’ll smile and wave,
I’ll make you proud.
Sally, age 14
Heartbroken
You asked me out,
but I said no,
I broke your heart,
your friends said so.
I thought of you,
each night in bed,
and realised,
I loved you too.
But you moved on,
you met a girl,
who loved you back,
a face like pearl.
You were happy,
but I was not,
my heart was snapped in two,
because you stopped liking me,
when I started liking you!!!
Sally, age 14
Lying here on the floor,
Crying till my eyes are sore,
Why don’t you love me any more?
What is love to you?
Cut off the phone and shut out the light,
Love is a battle I’m willing to fight,
What ever happened to love at first sight?
What is love to you?
Now that you’ve gone you’ve broken my heart
Left me alone and taken a part of me
Thought it’d be till death do us part…
What is love to you?
Anon, age 12
Love
Roses are red
Violets are blue
How come
No one knows
I care for you?
Deep in your eyes
I see it strong
But in my heart
I know it is wrong.
Peta-Maree, age 12
The girl in the mirror
I stare in the mirror
As I put my mascara on.
A sad girl stares back.
She’s not around any more
She is chubby and lonely
I’m skinny and popular
If I look hard enough
I can still feel her
Still here in me
But sometimes
I just wonder if that girl
Ever existed.
Sophie, age 11
Us xx
Brown hair
Green eyes
Clumsy
Kind
Funny
Random
Musical
Year 7
I’m me.
Brown hair
Deep brown eyes
Cool
Cute
Funny
Musical and Thoughtful
Year 8
You’re you.
Sweet
Embarrassing
Funny
Loving
My imagination
Us.
Anon, age 11
Reading
Sitting here in the breeze
Watch as the wind blows the trees
I love this place so quiet and peaceful
I never knew
reading a book could be so enjoyable!
Cathy Cassidy your the best
Making imaginations never rest!
Sarah, age 10
BFF
Best friends,
Buddies,
They’re there for you,
somebody you can trust
Kendra, age 11
Door
The Door,
its moving and drifting away
I have to run,
there’s no way i can stay
I’m slipping oh no
The light’s starting to go
And all of a sudden …...
I wake up
Rachel, age 10
Curse
Just when I thought
It was getting better
It got worse
I’m starting to think
I am under a curse.
Hannah, age 12
Reddish brown hair
so different and defined
And angel face that makes me gasp
blue eyes like clear crystal
so beautiful and lovely
A personality
so funny
Kind
loving
understanding
everything that is perfect
I met him
not long ago
I knew from the start
that i loved him so
I knew that i would always love him
I promised that i would always care
I didnt want him too know
He doesnt
But now i know he loves another
skinny
pretty
kind
caring
funny
why cant i be like her?
why cant i be skinny and pretty?
I love him so much
please see me as someone you can love too
I love you so much
it would fill a thousand universes
But I want you to be happy
I will love you
forever and always
i am someone who you can speak too
In my heart and mind
Even though you love another
and though she cares for you
I love you more than anything
You are mine
Layah, age 14
Matt
He shines so bright
He lights up the night
He glows in the day
I hope he never fades away
He blinded me once
Don’t stare at the sun
Matt is beautiful
Matt is her sun
But I’ll tell you that
He was mine… Once
Shine on.
I Really Love My Guitar, age 14
i am not her, i am me…love me
I am not her
I don’t have a slender figure
I don’t have beautiful hair
I don’t have good looks
I don’t have a tall body
You say you see her from the inside out
Saying it’s the person inside
I agree with you there
But in truth that’s not fair
Because you never cared
To see me from the inside out
So now you love her
And she loves you
You’re not together yet
So may I please hope?
That you will see me
So you can be free
I love you more than anything
More than the world
More than the stars
Can’t you see that you belong with me?
You are all I ever see
I stand there watching you
You say your so in love
Don’t you know that you’re all I think about?
Day and night
But please…
Be happy
Be free
I would die to make sure you are
She had better give you the love you deserve
But keep in mind
That I love you
And will do so till the day I die
I am here
I am there
I am with you
I am part of you
You are in my heart
And somewhere
I am in yours
So please look and see
That I can be
Someone you can love
I love you
Layah, age 14
A neon surprise
This colour shines at 12 in the night
I can’t believe it comes out so bright
It’s very much a blinding sight
But that’s just neon.
It shows very well on what people wear
Like accessories they put in their hair
Lots of kids love and that’s totally fair
Like Shannon,Jake or Leon.
Spread across walls as we can see
Isn’t that what neon’s meant to be
A clean coming welcome from our street
Definitely neon.
A neon surprise
Right before our dancing eyes
Glows happily before it lets the sun rise
A perfect touch of neon.
In the noon it still gives you cheer
It can tell you that there is no fear
Still attractive whenever it’s near
That is neon.
Sarah, age 11
Where were you?
Where were you
when I was burned and broken?
Where were you
when I was watching for you?
Where were you
when I was hurt and helpless?
Where were you
when I was tortured and killed?
Mum… where were you?
Layah, age 14
The Broken Dream
A dream lies broken on the floor,
Betrayed by its creator,
It provided an open door,
But it was shut.
Megan, age 12
Emos/ Rockers
None of us slit our wrists
We are just more emotional
than others
We like to be on our own
And not to follow the crowd
Don’t bother calling us names
Because we don’t care
Sophie, age 11
Friends
Even though things have to change,
doesn’t mean everything is different.
Just because she likes a guy,
Doesn’t mean you can’t be friends.
If she wants to die,
Tell her you c=wouldn’t be able to live.
If she tells you she’s feeling lost,
Tell her you’ve been looking for her.
If she talks behind your back,
Tell her it made you stronger.
If she’s truly sorry,
Forgive her.
If she’s going though a tough time,
Don’t tell her she’s not.
If everyone hates her,
Show her how much you love her.
When she says ‘we’re friends forever,’
Don’t doubt for a second it’s not gonna be.
Emii
Truth
you try to hide
what’s inside you
its breaking free
you cant run from the real you
let it out
in your loudest shout
its you
the real, true you!
Julissa, age 11
The voice of the unheard
Among the shouts of false leaders
a child’s voice is silenced,
though the wisdom of their words
surpasses their years,
their voice is
cast into the shadows
to be ignored and forgotten.
Before mankind were taught how to think,
how to speak, how to live,
our minds just wondered through
time, space and logic
until we stumbled
upon the mysteries of the universe.
We children are all that is left
of this genius
but we are forced to be reformed,
to be alike, to be quiet.
Hundreds of years we have been silent,
but today, I shall speak.
Leanne, age 12
Off Limits
who’s off limits?
is your bffs ex
is it your friends brother??
or their cousin?
what if they ask you out
are they off limits then??
what if you ask them out??
but they just want to be friends??
Newtothis, age 14
Girl
She was so free, so alive…
I didn’t know her –
but you could tell that she
really was in her own little world.
She strutted down that street,
freedom pumping through her veins
and musical lyrics flowing
through her brain.
Chocolate hair
plunged down her back
which swayed to the rhythm
this way and that.
Her name I did not know,
but she was a story
that would live forever here…
Emma, age 14
I sit in a room
filled with junk.
The seat is hard,
The computer painfully slow.
Papers litter the floor,
Piles of ripped clothes
Block the door.
Waiting to be mended…
Waiting, and waiting…
Just like the shower waits,
Smashed tiles and paint-pots,
Stacked up in the bathroom,
Centipedes curled up in between them-
Another unifinshed job.
And the kitchen lightbulb waits…
Cooking in the dark isn’t so hard really,
But it is when the cooker is waiting too.
Well you promised that you’d fix these things
But somehow you never got round to it.
An old broken clock,
A pink toddler’s chair,
A shower-rail outside,
for the shower,
when it’s fixed…
These are the things
you never do
This is why
We despair of you.
But you always manage
To cook something up
From the leftovers in the bare cupboards
On the old rickety gas cooker,
And you’re always so gentle
With your caring hands,
As you help up wash our hair
In the kitchen sink.
Our life is not perfect,
But we love you mum.
Tricia, age 13
Maybe, maybe not.
It’s crazy how you give to me
This powerfulness so willingly.
I’m the girl
who isn’t cool.
I’m the girl
who works hard at school.
I’m not the girl next door,
But you’re the older boy.
There are many, many girls out there
Who wouldn’t treat you
Like a toy.
We’re on,
We’re off.
We’re off forever.
We love,
We hate.
Still I endeavour
To find you someone
Just like me
Someone you’ll like
So i’ll be free.
Cause i can’t help playing with you.
I can’t help saying to you,
Maybe, maybe not,
Maybe on, maybe off.
Tricia, age 13
i close my eyes
it makes no difference,
it’s pith black anyway
the countdown is over
and he’s coming
i don’t want to die
these words may be my last
i hold my breath
he’s coming past
there’s cracks in the door
i’m shaking
i see his white sheets his hands reach through
i’m found, and dead
this’s no game of
hide and seek
this is
when the mummy finds you you die!!!!!!
Abi, age 10
Santa
Wouldn’t it be so tragic?
If Santa lost his magic?
Or the sun decided to switch off?
Or the moon had just had enough?
The wind has decided to stop blowing,
What shall we do? He won’t be showing.
All the fairy’s wings have gone
All the pretty dresses there’s just none.
Someone help I need some magic
Oh…. Wouldn’t it be a little bit Tragic?
Sophie, age 9
You
I’m standing in front of you,
You’re breaking my heart,
You tell me you love me,
It tears me apart,
I know tomorrow I’ll be thinking of you,
All the day, and all the night through,
I always seem to find,
You occupy my mind.
You know you’re my saving grace,
Without you I’d be all over the place,
Tonight with you’s pure perfection,
I need you here for my own protection.
I’ll always need you in my life,
You’re the one that I adore,
My trouble and strife,
The one that I live for
Emily, age 15
Halloween
Halloween is full of spite
Vampires having a bite
Laughing with your friends
Halloween will never end
Scaring friends in the night
your gonna get a fright
BOO!
Blathnaid, age 11
Lies and Truth
Why did you lie?
When I tried to love you
Why did you call me
those things
now we
can
never be together
Olivia, age 12
‘Losing Races’
Hello, goodbye
please tell me why
the stars don’t shine anymore
like they did once before.
How come the world
spins round and round
To the muffled drum of our sound
How come people die, everyday,
old or young it doesn’t matter either way But still they do
and some one cries
out there in the Universe,
beyond the skies?
Their wings fold up, their job now done
their child they were guarding
has been called by The ‘One’
A tear streams down
their un-sinned pure face
And the world keeps turning
losing another race.
Patrice, age 13
The tide of Friendship
I have been your friend
For a year and one day
But I will never mend
After when you walked away,
Friendship is a tide,
Sometimes a fun ride,
But if the tide turns
And you are left alone
Think positive for now,
Never ever moan,
Show you will survive,
And bob out of the sea alive,
There are plenty of fish in the sea,
So you must not forget
When the tide turns
You must not fret.
On a lighter note,
Friendship is quite nice
If you think about a reef
For that nice, there is no price
But I must let you know,
I’ve been tricked before,
But I swam around the blue,
And I knew friendship was a tide,
Washing round your ankles.
Holly, age 10
The no books blues
the broken hearts all fill with sorrow
wishing there’s no tomorrow
on the playground all alone
everyone calls but no ones home
you walk along the path
and in your presence she waits
trying to put a smile on your sad sad face
they don’t realize a friend is gone
that someone is missing
but do they stop to think
about your feelings too?
thats why this is called
the no books blues…
Clea, age 11
To Cathy
Hey Cathy Cassidy
How are you?
I have a dog
Do you have one too?
My favourite singer
Is Avril Lavigne
My seconds Lady Gaga
And they’re both teens
I love Hot Pink
Also Sky Blue
I like Cherry Red
But I want to meet you!
I’ve read all your books
Like Ginger Snaps
I read them in bed
Then I go for my naps
Reading is my thing
So is writing
From poems to stories
But I don’t like fighting
I hope you enjoyed
This poem of mine
I wrote it myself
Goodbye, till next time!
Berenika, age 9
Princesss? but you never ask me.
it’s nearly a year
since we ditched each other
then i texted him one night
and he said, hey,
where’ve you been?
i’ve been missing you here
what took you so long?
and i stared at my phone,
wishing it was not a dream,
‘cause i still want him
and i said, really?
you missed me?
he took his time,
replying to my messages,
guessed he was trying to find the words.
then my phone sang,
and he said,
the truth is,
i’ve deleted everything about you,
but i regret it,
and i’ve been searching for you ever since.
so we keep on texting each other,
and the next day,
abd the next day,
and the next day,
and the other days.
he calls me princess,
and he says he’s a bad person,
and the girls like him more that way,
but i never see him in that way.
so now he still calls me princess,
but guess what?
he never asks me to be his girlfriend again.
i don’t know why.
we still want each other, right?
but why he never asks again?
i really don’t know.
Ashley, age 14
New Zealand
I love the sun,
i love the sky,
i love the people by and by,
I love the red pohutakawa’s,
and the sweet warm,
october showers,
i love the beach,
i love the sea,
I love the bustling, sprawling city,
I love the name
Aotearoa,
please, can i stay here forever?
Charlotte, age 15
Dead!
I slowly die inside,
From all the times I’ve cried,
(I’ve cried for you)
You look at me,
With your beautiful eyes,
You look right through me,
Like I was never alive,
I am invisible,
I always will be to you,
For some reason I knew,
I would always be like this to you,
I wish you were missing me,
Like I am missing you,
But no matter what I do,
I am always dead to you.
Charlotte, age 15
Too late.
He always loved her,
She always knew,
He tried to tell her,
She didn’t care,
And when she did,
It was too late,
He’d already moved on,
She was too late.
Kirsty, age 14
Best Friends
I said I will always be there for you,
You said I’ll be there for you too.
I said I’ll always help you when needed,
You said and what ever weve done, weve succeded.
I said I’ll pick you up when you fall,
You said give me a hand, and we’ll get through it all.
I said through ups and downs I’ll give you a smile,
You said, thats all I need just to run a mile.
I said you can come to me when ever you feel down,
You said I’ll remember that and just turn around.
I said, thaTS what we are best friends for ever,
You said you got that right, no matter the weather.
Lauren, age 13
Changes
Hate
Date
Dote
Dove
Love
see how easily
hate can tun to love?
Sophie, age 13
Me…
I always wanted to be me,
looking at the cutest guys
and getting
the best kiss of all.
I looked both sides
thinking or hoping at least
my dream had become a reality.
What do you think?
Did it come true?
Guess?
Hope you guessed right,
cos it did.
I got the cutest guy
and the best kiss ever!!!!!!
Anita, age 14
Snow
The snow biting into me
Deeply Frozen
What are they talking about
Creeping like a spy
How dare she,
I never thought
It’s not dark anymore
Salty tears flying down
It’s getting lighter
I must go
Her lips touched his again
But I thought
My life is gone
He has left my life
And then I tripped
Dark,Black Hole
He’ll be Sorry
My one and Only
Katherine, age 13
Love
If ever there was
such a thing as love,
Where beauty and peace collide,
the world we know
would not be ours,
for it would not exist,
because our world
is not a loving place…
yet there is love to be found.
Jess, age 13
Restlessness
I’m crossing off the days,
one by one,
slowly.
Each week, routine,
‘when the routine bites hard,
and ambitions are low’
The lyrics fit,
because ambitions are low.
Sleeping fills time, between evening
and dreaded morn, that I can’t wait for…
Days pass,
I am living vicariously through characters,
I am a PI, I am a journalist,
Dreams, a crazy mix of thoughts and hopes,
But the evening is so long…
I peer into the darkness,
the precious hours passing me by,
are they that precious?
Will the world end soon?
The television plays loudly,
to a sleepy audience of two,
barely awake,
desperate to seize the evening,
after days of labour,
and they let you know,
over and over and over,
attempted relaxation,
worrying, calculating, drifting in and out,
Exaggerated yawns,
blend with the blaring TV,
The restlessness is unbearable,
and I’m crossing off the days.
Rosanna, age 14
Dancer
The little girl she dances
She dances in the rain
Mismatching clothes
From her head down to her toes
People may notice
People may look
She doesn’t care or know.
She tiptoes through the puddles
A fairytale begins
No unhappy endings
She’s too young to admit…
Wellies, bright as rainbows
Pirouette through the park
She brightens up the cold grey morning
Oblivious to the dark.
Warm and cosy bobble hat
Pinned tightly to her head
Buttoned up so preciously
In yellows, greens and reds.
She sings along the pathway
Amazed at what she sees
Simple things like loosened strings
Dew on the grass and honey bees.
And life is all around her
For love of simple things
Rosy cheeks and tousled hair
She has music; she has wings.
Patricia, age 13
Friends
Friends are someone you trust
Friends are someone who care
Friends are someone
you see everywhere.
Friends are somone you play with
Friends are people who are nice
The only place you dont see friends
is when your in bed at night
Sometimes we quarrel with our friends
And that makes us sad
Because you know that deep down inside
your friends are not really bad
So just remember when you think
Your friends are special
Respect them as you would like to be respected.
Georgie, age 11
That Day
i feel my tears
fall down my cheek
my face wears a frown
my happiness was at its peak
then it all came crashing down
your words were like knives
crashing into my back
so im gonna leave
my bags i will pack
but as i was about to flee
i thought came into my mine
why should i have to leave
there are others that aren’t your kind!
and now i found people
whom i can trust
and now my use to be friend
my apolgies i thrust
my friends are the best
to me they are my life
i love them to death
to my back there is no knife
so when you come crawling back
i’ll just have to say
” ehh.. im sorry but…
don’t you remember that day?”
Siobhan, age 11
Cathy
Who is Cathy Cassidy?
She is the best writer ever!
She is like the new Jacqueline Wilson
But maybe even better
When I read her books,
I’m in a differant world,
And I can’t stop reading!
As soon as I read my first book by her,
I wanted to read more of them
And I have!
Who is Cathy Cassidy?
What do you think?
Eliza, age 10
Boy
I looked him in the eye
i must say i didnt know why,
but as soon as i looked
i coundnt help but stay
and just say ‘hi ‘
he came over slowly
as my heart skiped a beat
his eyes oh so gently
did i again meet
we held each others gaze
and sudenly i ran into his arms
as if i had nowhere else to go
we hugged
and then he pulled back
this is it i thought
as his lips oh so gentle met mine.
I woke up suddenly
it was all just a dream
one i surely would never forget !!!
Brittany, age 13
My Best Friend
Today i found a friend,
Who knew everything i felt,
She knew my every weakness,
And the problems that I’ve felt.
She understood my wonders,
And listened to my dreams,
Knew how i felt about life and love,
And knew what it all means,
Not once did she inturrupt me,
Or tell me i was wrong,
She understood what i was going through.
And promised she stay long.
I reached out to this friend,
To show her that i care,
To pull her close and let her know,
How much i need her there.
I went to hold her hand,
To hold her a bit nearer,
And realized that this perfect friend I found,
Was noting but a mirror
Ciara, age 9
Ballroom dancing,
Sparkle and steps,
Cha Cha and Samba,
Waltz and Foxtrot,
The joys of a trophy,
Or even a medal,
Luck is on your side,
You’ve practised as hard as you can,
Now comes the day,
Your heart is racing,
Your nervouse yet excited,
You dance your best,
The results are announced,
You’ve won a trophy,
You twirl and curtesy,
Your partner takes a bow,
Your work has paid of,
Now you’ve done it,
You’ve won!
Talia, age 13
Life is a gift
something you can’t buy
most things come round again
but you will only get one life
so treasure it with all your heart
always make the most of it
because life is the greatest thing you’ll ever have
xxx
Lauren, age 11
Mountains are covered
with glistening snow and slippery ice
Ice forms intense, piercing peaks
that cut through you like a rickety drill
Ice stares at you,
He turns you into stone
and ducks into frozen statues
The lakes are all iced over
and the parsimonious crows
are slowly catching their death
Olivia, age 10
the stars and the sun
if you are you
and i am me,
if a rose is a rose
and daisy’s a daisy,
how does beauty
shine through everyone
the good and the bad
the stars and the sun
just another girl
Every dream I dream,
every wish I wish,
every hope I hope,
will come true,
in the eyes of you,
‘cause they all…feature you…
emma, age 12
I feel sick,
sick to my very core,
‘cause you’re leaving me,
but my heart will always be yours
Emma, age 12
Bullied
If the bully is blooking out your fun,
If the bully is blooking out your sun,
If the bully is hurt you,
Get your phone out soon,
And call Childline 08001111
Georgia, age 12
I love to run
I love to hide
I love to camp near the seaside
I love my dog
I love my bunny
But most of all
I LOVE ME!
Georgia, age 12
What if?
What if I said I loved you?
Would you say that you loved me back?
What if I asked you out?
Would you say yes?
What if I called for you?
Would you answer the door
or slam it in my face?
What if I got your number?
Would you give me your real number,
or a fake one?
What if I tried all these things?
And it all worked out fine?
Things slip out of your hands too quick.
You’ve got to grab them while you can.
Otherwise you end up with nothing.
I still love you.
Sophie, age 11
Autumn
The leaves are golden brown.
The suns creates a beautiful atmosphere
when it sets.
Children make the most of the weather.
We walk hand in hand into the sunset
It’s the most romantic season,
Autumn.
Sophie, age 11
Flying
When I’m falling
Who will catch me?
Will you catch me?
The boy in black,
With his sea green eyes?
“No” he said
“I’ll teach you to fly”
Becky, age 13
I’ve always felt lonely
but when you came along
You’ve solved all my problems i
n a ding and a dong
You’ve fought all the monsters that hid in my room
And the evil, quirky thoughts
in my head they did loom
But you kicked that all away
And my life turned into a glorious day
And when I see your face every day
I know I can trust you to make my day fun
Together we’ll conquer the ghouls and the ghosts
And the spiders, and monsters-
the monsters that scare most
And we’ll juggle them and fuddle them
and giggle them and riddle them
until they are jiggling all the way home.
And then we’ll link arms- You and I
And we’ll never look down and fly, fly, fly :]]
FOR SUBI ROCKS! AND LESH!!! MY BESTIES 4EVA!!!
Michaela, age 14
It’s a celebration not to miss
When you rise from your bed
And you’re poured with great hope
And wishes in your head
Your friends are away
And all over the land
You suddenly feel alone
And disappointed, quite sad
(As you’ve said to me)
And you never seem to realise
That just somewhere out there
People you know are
Sending out prays
Saying “Happy 14th Birthday!”
They’ll never give you the flick
You have friends that will always be with you
So, best wishes for you, Nick
Michaela, age 14
True Beauty
The green grass
Glistens with dew
The Golden Sun
Shines with Rays
The Giant World
Spins around and around
The People
Live, eat and sleep
Me
I watch over the thing I call true beauty
You
And Nature and the world
The Moon
Sends beams across the dark blue sky
glitters with starts that look like Gems
and huge rays banish darkness
from the depths of the world!
Nature!
Victoria, age 14
I try to run away
From life
From love
From everything.
I realise that I’m okay
But i am trying to run away
Not from everything
But from myself.
Accept me, I learnt today
And now I won’t run away
From life
From love
Or from anything.
Katherine, age 13
Ruined
Everythings gone
We go seperate schools, it’s hard
Ruined
Your still my number one
But I havn’t seen you in four months
Ruined
Our relationship is going no-where.
You will always be first in my heart
But people move on
I still love you
But I don’t think you love me
Ruined
Sophie, age 11
Forever
I want to live forever
But we don’t live forever
Make things last forever
Live days like there your last
Forgive enemies
Take risks
Break the rules
Kiss me
Kiss me now
Sophie, age 11
Dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream, dream
I’m beautiful
I’m rich
I have a great boyfriend
I’m famous
I’m in a band
People look up to me
Dream, dream, dream.
We can’t actually believe these will happen
But if you
Believe
Try
Take crazy risks
And be happy, always
There are chances
With every success comes a dream
Dream, dream, dream!
Sophie, age 11
My World
Emo!
Loser!
Saddo!
Freak!
Div!
They shout and laugh.
I open my diary thoughts and feelings fly,
spin and are let loose.
My world is right now.
And I love it!
Be proud to be you.
DO NOT wish you were anyone else!
Your world is the greatest world ever!
Sophie, age 11
Make me collide
Make me fly
Make me cry
Make me smile
Make me yours
My heart has never felt this way ever
Your deep blues eyes stare into mine
I capture the moment
I want to be where you are
Let me kiss you
Let me miss you
Let me dream about your deep blue eyes
Sophie, age 11
I don’t have friends, I don’t want any
I am not ugly, nor am I mean,
I just like to be alone.
I like the quiet places,
the libraries, the forgotten fields.
People don’t understand.
If I could have a friend,
she’d be like me.
She’d give me space, but she’d be there,
waiting. She wouldn’t fuss over boys,
nor would she fake, she’d be herself.
But no-ones like that.
So here I sit, alone with the sheep,
the sheep and the mulberries.
They stain my fingers,
I dye the sheeps wool.
Then I see.
There’s a boy in the next field,
he’s lying in the hay.
These fields, they’re not so forgotten after all.
He see’s me looking, nods his head.
I smile. I didn’t see him at school,
I wonder where he’s from…
His hair is just like the straw.
His smile is brilliant.
He gets up. “Hi there” he says.
He jumps the barbed wire, walks towards me.
“Hi” I say.
He sits next to me. Close.
“I’m Jack”, he says,
“Nice to meet you”.
I blush.
Then he leans in…
His lips touch mine,
It gets late.
I pull back.
“I have to go, sorry”
I never saw Jack again.
Jessica, age 13
Fire
School as normal
sitting there,
drawing on books twiddling with hair.
The fire bell rings
and everyone jumps,
they stand at the door
as her heart pumps.
they walk outside
silent and carm,
people have stopped
to watch in alarm.
the firemen arrive
and the fire dies,
reporters watch
while making up lies.
A man in blue walks
up to her,
she knows whats coming next.
As he tells her that they tryed to save
her bestfriend
but it was too hard save the girl.
so she cries herself to sleep at night
Wondering how the fire started
Cathy fan, age 11
What Am I?
I prowl through the long, coarse grass,
searching for my pray.
Should it be a buffalo or a zebra
or a hyena today?
The sun beats down on my skin,
sending heat through my fur,
And the andrenaline that’s pumping through my veins
are making me purr.
My yellow eyes search the scene,
looking for a sign of life:
And there it is!
Looking energetic, healthy and alive.
My tongue licks my pointy teeth,
and my claws as poised for attack,
As I prowl forwards towards it’s back.
Yes, it’s a delicious zebra,
seemingly away from it’s herd,
And it hasn’t noticed me yet,
it is busy watching that African bird.
I approach it, closer and closer
where it is standing near the Boab tree,
As I get ready to pounce,
I think about how I will keep
this precious meat all to myself, although it is enough for three.
And I am pouncing,
sailing through the air in an arc,
and almost immediately the zebra starts to run.
But it’s too late!
Oh yes, it’s too late.
I have already sunk my teeth in,
I have already filled my tum.
I have already had my fun.
Jodie
Cathy Cassidy is the best,
She puts all other authors to the test,
My favourite book is Indigo Blue,
Its also my best friend’s too!
I scream and shout,
When new books of Cathys’ are out!
Hannah, age 11
Carry on breaking my heart,
I swear you think it’s just a spare part…
You told me you loved me,
Then said you loved my best friend too…
You told everyone else,
Just forgot to mention it to me…
Now you say you love me like a sister,
So what’s it going to be?
You walked all over me,
I thought you wanted me…
So, just carry on breaking my heart,
Cause I swear you think it’s just a spare part…
Emma, age 12
I make a wish,
and it is said to come true when it breaks,
But I cannot wait any longer,
It is said to be the best
Something to treasure of all the time,
You know it to,
Its deep inside you
Show me what its like to live a life,
To make your dreams come true,
I wish for you
Soo…..
I Make a wish,
And hope that it,
Will come true,
When it breaks
Joanna, age 12
Apart
The sea is overflowing
The sky is no longer glowing
Water is the fear
Drying out among my tears
The light is no longer showing
Between us now and then
Our hearts are not connecting
My fear grows deeply within
But I know the stars are decreasing
And the ice is no longer freezing
While the apes are now a-walking
And the parrots are now a-talking
I know our love not is increasing
We’ll never stop this creasing
On our foreheads, on our heart
I can’t stand to be apart
From you
Micky, age 14
All I ever wanted, was to be a little bright
Not to shine or glitter elaborately,
But just to glow a little above everyone else.
I wanted to forget my past,
And look forward to a new future.
Too bad that didn’t happen
Why, I really don’t know.
Maybe they just didn’t believe
Or maybe they just ignored.
Perhaps they thought I would never improve.
Too bad they didn’t know who I could have been
If I had just been given the chance.
Lyath, age 11
Your best friend…
They will hold your hand and keep you warm.
They will protect you from this storm.
They will pick you up when you feel down.
They will always be around.
They will understand, love and care.
So be there for them too and treat them right.
For after all they are the ones
that shed the light onto your life.
(Dedicated to my best friend, who is totally awesome!)
Jesse, age 16
out in the woods
i love outside
its an adventure in the sun
journey through a world
to a place never ever to be seen again
as it changes every day like life
and that is where a new story begins
in the outdoors.
Annabelle, age 11
I run.
I keep running.
I run, but I’m not moving.
They’re after me.
They always are in this dream.
And, as usual, I can’t move.
I fall.
I keep falling
I fall, but I’m not hurting.
They’re catching up.
They always do in this dream.
And, as usual, I can’t move.
I scream.
I keep screaming.
I scream but they can’t hear me.
My alarm goes off.
It always does in the morning.
And as usual, I wake up.
Jeanie, age 13
Blossoming flowers in the spring,
the lovely lavender smell they bring,
soft, lilac and light,
sometimes attractive and bright.
Lauryb, age 10
Lily
Fiesty, Mean
Shes her queen
Loves Dan
Hangs with his gang
Looks after Cheesy
Dosen’t want to make him wheezy
She ditches Smoking
And that stops her choking
She turns into a nicer person.
Georgia, age 10
sunset:
sunset on the lake
the sun glistens on their waves
while winds blow softly
Amy, age 14
No one wants to be
the last one there.
Everyone wants to be
loved and cared for yeah,
life is like a race,
everyone wants to win.
but you have to fall behind sometimes.
Kate
why do they laugh when i’m hurt?
when i cry why do they smirk?
why do they never tell me the reason?
and why do the names change every season?
Cullen4ever
And i just sat there.
I didn’t help.
I didn’t care.
I didn’t speak.
Just sat there.
Kirsty, age 14
cOOL
IMaGINATIVE
BORN IN COVENtRY
AUThOR
CATHy
Natasha, age 11
I once knew a boy
Who broke my heart
He took it and killed it
And tore it apart.
So I took it back
And killed his too
So now he knows
He loved me too.
Erryn, age 11
i heart this boy
there’s this boy
who knows
that i really like him.
ever since
he found out,
he’s been off school,
not at the drums lessons we both go to.
i think he’s advoiding me,
but my friends say he’s just ill,
to make me feel better.
they tell me that if
he is advoiding me,
he’s not worth it.
but i still like him.
what do i do?
Erryn, age 11
Cat Vs. Mouse
She watched me
Her yellow eyes following me
Her black tail swishing
Whipping the wind
Her whiskers long
Her claws ready to rip
and shred me to pieces
Her ears upright,
hearing for my scuttle
so she can make a move
silently I ran from her
viscous gaze and dived home
for my own safety
She was Cat
And I was Mouse
Louise. age 11
going around in circles
feels like stop-motion
im trying to control
my every notion
i got dynamite
im gonna lite the fuse
im gonna turn around
and show you what i can do
im not like the rest of them
if thats what you think
i have a close-knit group of friends
and i can get more in a blink
i love life
the way it is and
wouldnt change it for the world
yeah yeah im a simple gurl
simple gurl in a simple world
and im not gonna hurl myself
at every obstacle
cause i rock
i rock, i rock
a lot
i got dynamite
im gonna lite the fuse
im gonna turn around
and show you what i can do
im no tlike the rest of them
if thats what you think
i have a close-knit group of friends
andd i can get more in a blink
blink (x 3)
wink win
i love life
the way it is
dynamite and fuses
what are the uses
of being ugly
and walking around
with nothing to do
bam i rock!!
Annabeth, age 13
i watch the waves
each one is different
each one its own.
Siobhan, age 10
tongues kissing
hearts racing
cheeks blushing
breath panting
hands moving
voices screaming
tears rolling
blood pumping
feet dancing
music blaring
bodies writhing
words slurring
teeth biting
clothes tearing
nails digging
wheels screeching
horns beeping
doors locking
drinks pouring
lies spilling
truths hiding
eyes closing
make up smudging
nightmares playing
mouths pleading
knives scraping
floorboards creaking
windows smashing
daggers plunging
blood pouring
bodies falling
angels waking
death taking.
Zoe, age 13
She waits solemnly in the tower,
waiting…waiting,
hoping that one day,
she’ll see the eternal blue sky again.
The unmerciful walls blocked out all forms of light.
She was royalty,
born with the God’s riches and beauties,
must she be made to suffer?
To marry one of foulest
as if it was an honour.
All she ever wanted
was to lead a carefree life.
She remembers the nursery rhymes
her Mama used to sing:
Faries fly in the sky,
Flowers bloom like a loom,
The wind blows and moans.
Chermaine, age 11
LOL POEM
Dizzy
Is
Zabtastic
Zamazing
Yes i know the Z’s r made up…
Lucy, age 13
You were my sunshine boy,
no smile was more sweeter than your’s,
those feelings seem so clichéd now,
but hey I am just a teenager,
silence was all it took,
silence the most deadly weapon,
more subtler than words,
more hurtful than sticks and stones,
what ifs?
Just run round and round in my head,
when I open my mouth to ask you why,
the words just turn ashes,
all I can do is cry,
cry tears so thick they stain.
Alex, age 15
Where life begins for one
It ends for another
While one laughs
One may cry
It a living cycle
Which never ends
With each day coming
Like a wrapped up present
Unknown is its contents
Till time ticks by
Hour by hour all is revealed
Sorrow or joy
There’s no turning back
The present is the present
WIth no way back
It feels the past is gone forver
Though truly memories never fade away
Zara, age 16
Tree
The tree is a book,
Revealing its secrets.
It is old,
But new to some.
Caitlin, age 14
we giggled so much we cried
and didnt no why
just a random moment.
9 o’clock came
and we watched the sunset
i sat on your lap and you said
“oh my god, i just need to say i love you so much”
But after that summer we had to stop
coz you were a year younger
and we got picked on.
So i just want to say
you mean the world to me
i love you so much
There is not a day goes by
When i dont think about you.
xxxx
Lauren, age 14
Cat & Mouse.
Who is Cat?
She sounds like an innocent kid…
But is she?
She has a good disguise that adults love
but underneath it all her heart
isnt only full of gold,
There is a little heavy, rusty bit of metal
in there too…
And its about to form bigger.
Who is Mouse?Mouse is sweet,
He always seems to land himself in trouble
but you cant blame him, right?
He's been through some tough times,
we all know that!Molly, age 10
Today was the day you broke my heart…
I have a very special friend,
she has golden curls and hazel green eyes.
she’s the leader.
Today was the day.
are first day of secondary school,
i knew things were going to change.
But, in a good way.
But life didnt seem to want to go that way.
Instead you chose over her,
the girl with the dark hair,
the girl with beautiful skin,
the girl with everything.
My life seemed to fall apart.
now im alone.
All on my own…
Sophie, age 11
I remember when we’d catch the train together.
I remember when we were at debate camp.
I remember how you were always the better friend,
but I pushed you too far.
I said things that I shouldn’t have.
I lost a true friend.
True friends don’t come around very often.
Not ones like you anyway.
I hated soccer, but I tagged along.
The library, the chocolates.
When you started ignoring me,
right at the time when I really needed someone.
I lost everything.
And you weren’t there anymore.
You still can’t even look at me.
Jess, age 13
The doctors told you I have depression.
They said the cuts would fade.
I have to take pills now,
I don’t go to school.
I live with mad people.
Scary mad.
I screwed up bad,
I don’t have a future.
My friends all left me behind.
My boyfriend told me
he couldn’t deal with it all.
My parents think that it’s all my fault.
I didn’t really try to kill myself,
but that’s what everyone thinks.
That’s why I’m here.
There’s no such thing as a happy ending.
Not in my world.
Mary, age 13
Boys don’t cry over Girls.
i’m craving,
i’m wanting,
i’m needing,
all i hope is that he notices me,
all i wish is that he smiles at me,
but it doesn’t happen,
he walks lazily towards his friends,
i’m just as invisible,
as tiny, as miserable,
as dusts that fall on his feet.
he’s in my dreams,
he’s in my mind,
he’s in my heart,
but he never realize it,
‘cause he never notice me,
i’m just a girl down the hall holding her teddy bear in the party room,
he’ll never approach me,
he’ll just pass by,
i’m just as lonely, as pathetic, as cold, as the wind that passes him by.
thought i know love,
thought it’s nice, it’s sweet,
i love him,
and it hurts,
it’s crashing down my feelings,
burning my blood,
makes my heart beats faster,
makes me breathless,
makes my tears roll faster,
makes me sick all over life.
but life must goes on,
and i should move on,
he’s just a dream that wouldn’t comes true,
i’m wasting my time over him,
boys just don’t cry over girls.
Matilda, age 14
Personalities
i feel like i have already grown up
even though im only 14
i have had alot to deal with in my life
yeah sure i can blend in
with different types of people
i can change my personality
to suit a specific type of person
but all of the different types
of personalities
arent my real one
i just like to read
and listen to music
and dance and just be me
but at school or at dance class
i change to suit their personalites
i dont talk that much as me
but when i am there i just go on and on and on
please help
Anon, age 14
Love
Love can hurt.
It can be lies or betrayal.
It can make you lie
about you and your family.
It can make you do wrong ,
it can make you hurt others.
Never lie to make people like you
cause in the it will hurt all the more.
It doesn’t hurt to be yourself,
it just helps.
Listen to me, i have been through it before.
It really hurts.
Jasmine, age 10
And Sometimes.
And sometimes i sit
and wonder why,
you chose me instead of them.
With them, you can have the world.
With me, all you get is this.
Kirsty, age 14
It really going to be hard to say goodbye,
I hope that we will meet again… i think im going to cry!
It really is an emotional time for us today,
The teachers are going to miss us, i know that’s what they’ll say.
Have you ever got the feeling to put on a frown?
Well don’t let us moving to another school get you down.
If you just believe in us no matter what we do
Especially the worst of us, you’ll say, ‘How did we ever doubt you?’
It really going to be hard to say goodbye,
I hope that we will meet again… i think im going to cry!
Kirsty, age 11
sometimes i stretch out my arms
and you don’t come.
You fly past me
with a big smug grin on your face.
Swooping into that girls arms.
Its like your deliberately
cutting me into pieces
enjoying every moment.
Megan, age 12
Envy
You see that girl over there,
The one with the long, black, curly hair?
It reaches the base of her spine,
It’s so pretty, I wish it was mine.
That one, right there! Can’t you see?
Big shades, hoop earrings,
make-up natural and free?
Guys are gawping, take a look,
I might take tips from her book!
Blue tee, white blouse, black skirt, low tie,
Boots reaching right up her thigh!
Didn’t you see her?
Oh.
Well, she wasn’t that special anyway.
Lauz, age 11
Friends are cool
friends are fun
friends are best
there’s always one
Friends are there
friends share
you can get more
that’s for sure!
Bethany, age 11
as much as i want to break away,
from him who broke my heart
once again,
i just could not-
why, why, why?
Sapphire
F IS FOR FLOWERS
R IS FOR READING
I IS FOR ICE CREAM
E IS FOR EVERYTHING
N IS FOR NEVER
D IS FOR DANCING
S IS FOR SUNSHINE
H IS FOR HAPPINESS
I IS FOR IRELAND
P IS FOR PARTIES
Evie, age 10
What did I miss?
We loved eachother so much.
We enjoyed every little touch.
We never fought, we were perfect.
My friends were jealous,
yours were too.
You did everything you could do,
to make me happy, when i was down.
I was happy, and i thought you were too.
Until the day, you broke my heart.
Over a txt, how low is that.
I only have one heart
and I thought it belonged to you.
I thought i was the happiest,
luckiest girl in the world,
until then.
What did i miss?
Teagan, age 13
They say
They say i can’t do this, and can only do that.
They say i am ugly and fat.
They say i can’t sit wiht them.
The table is only for the cool kids, like them.
They say i should go jump off a cliff,
as for it is the only helpful thing i could do.
I considered this but catch myself up short.
Who are they to boss me around
and tell me what to do?
So i go to school the next day,
and see what they have to say.
“Oi fat pig, do you want our left overs,
you look a little hungry.”
I turn around and begin to open my mouth
then i think to myslef,
why am i bothering to get upset.
So i just turn and walk away.
And i havent heard from them to this day.
Teagan, age 13
Annie is very pretty.
She is blonde and petite.
She wears flowery hair slides
Parents think her sweet.
Annie doesn’t like me
I can tell of that for sure.
Cause i’m not like all the others
So in she digs her claws.
Annie wanted Matt,
They’d look good together,
Two tall tanned blondes
Both popular and clever.
I pretended not to care
‘He’s not my type,’ I’d say.
Anyway, to a girl like me,
He wouldn’t give the time of day.
Then one day he kissed me
The feeling was delightful.
He said ‘Sure, Annie’s pretty,
But you are beautiful.’
Tricia, age 12
Life has its up’s and down’s,
just like a roller coaster i guess.
And sometimes it’s really hard
to get through your down’s.
But never give up and always keep on trying.
Always be happy with what you have got
and don’t wish for more than you got.
Cuz compared to some people
you have everything!
Live life how you want to,
not how others wnat you too. =)
Lifeless, age 13
I’m stood there with my mum,
Making cupcakes in the kitchen,
When the phone rings,
I reach out and answer it,
“Hey, today ? “
My mum asked “who is it ?”
I reply “it’s Amber,”
“Well go on, speak to her”
my mum insisted,
“so do you want to come
round to mine for a bit” Amber asked,
“No sorry Amber
I’m spending the whole day with my mum,” I say
“Oh go on Chloe,
you don’t have to stay here with me,”
my mum whispers to me,
“Mum this is supposed to be our special day,”
I whisper back to her,
“Okay Chlo no worries, maybe tomorrow ?” Amber says to me,
I say “yeah, tomorrow would be great,”
When we’re finished on the phone,
I run over to my mum and hug her,
We whisper to each other “I love you”.
Chloe, age 11
I lie there on the sofa, I look up at the clock and it says 12:00pm.
I wonder where dad has got to I say to myself.
My eyes are flickering, I need to sleep but I want to see my dad.
Eventually I fall asleep when I hear the door shut.
I jump up of the sofa and run to my dad.
As I reach the front door I realise that it isn’t him.
I stutter, “wh-wh-wh who are you ?”
The man replies “sweetie, it’s your dad”
I look at him, “what about my dad, is he alright ?”
He reaches to pick me up but I run back into the living room.
I sit crying into a cushion when the man comes to see me,
I shout “leave me alone !”
“Sweetie you dad has been in an accident,”
I reply “what kind of accident ?”
“A car accident.”
I burst out crying again, I try to wipe my eyes with my pyjama sleeve but they are stinging so much.
“You can come back to my house then we will call the hospital and see if he is alright, okay ?”
I whisper back to him “okay.”
He picks me up and says “we will have to ring your mum.”
I say “no she walked out on me, I don’t want her and she will also say why had dad left me on my own,”
The man took me to his car and drove me back to his house and when we got to his house he told me dad had died.
I didn’t stop crying for the whole night so he phoned my mum and she took me to her new house.
I told mum “daddy has gone,”
She started to cry aswell and then I stayed with her forever.
Chloe, age 11
I saw a girl yesterday.
She was quite pretty.
I saw a guy yesterday.
He was quite handsome.
I saw a dog yesterday.
It looked like a kitty.
I saw a beetle yesterday.
Now THAT was cool!
Magnetta, age 14
All I ever wanted, was to be a little bright
Not to shine or glitter elaborately,
But just to glow a little above everyone else.
I wanted to forget my past,
And look forward to a new future.
Too bad that didn’t happen
Why, I really don’t know.
Maybe they just didn’t believe
Or maybe they just ignored.
Perhaps they thought I would never improve.
Too bad they didn’t know whom I would have been
If I had just been given the chance.
Earth, age 11
So Not Me
That girl in the mirror,
Is so not me.
That fake straight hair,
and the even faker smooth face.
Is so not me.
Where is my wild, curly hair
and my mischievous dark eyes,
My sprinkle of freckles,
and my caramel-coloured skin,
My comfortable t-shirt
and my even comfortabler jeans,
Where are they all?? I sit and wonder.
Is it just me, or am I being a puppet for them?
Where are all my friends,
who promised that’d always be beside me?
My A+ grades, and my honor roll seat
Where are they all? I wonder,
I once again look at that girl in the mirror,
The one whose staring back,
Is so not me.
Earth, age 11
Cathy is brilliant!
Amazing imagination
Time for more Cathy!
Harps sound when I read book
Yahts are cool
Cool Cathy Cassidy!
Art is my thing
Sweets are tasty
Sexy men doing tapestry
Ideal books for kids
Daft boys kidding round
Yoyo’s or not, Never swot
Emma, age 10
Family’s are strong,
for lifetime long.
its hard for some,
who have to over come,
Some are split,
some just don’t seem to fit.
Be greatful for what you have.
Claudia, age 10
Just a girl at only thirteen,
She knows by now people can be mean.
She may be spotty,
a bit overweight and not have the latest style,
But theres no need for nasty comments
that wipe away her smile.
She sits on her own,
At lunch she waits at the table
completley alone,
How can someone so small,
Go through it all?
She spends weekends alone,
Her dads in the army away from home,
Her mum ignores her as she cries,
Theres more to her than meets the eye.
Shes very loyal and kind,
One of the most trustworthy people you’ll find.
But no one cares enough to see,
The don’t care what she could be.
For now she remains…
just another broken hearted girl.
Rebecca, age 13
tears streaming down her face,
he wipes them away, says shes a disgrace,
screaming with anger,she runs away,
but he catches her up, just like yesterday,
a hand slaps across a cheek,
a cry of shock, to scared to speak,
a look of hatred, but also of fear,
the moment she dreads could be so near,
a sharded moment of greatest despare,
a shared depression hangs in the air,
he holds her face, kisses her roughly,
she pullls away, but he holds her toughly,
A pleading look from terrified eyes,
but he doesn’t feel for her agonised cries,
a blade of silver, a flash of red,
the beautiful girl lies down, dead.
Anon, age 14
Friends
If friends were flowers
I’d pick you.
Swaying gently in the breeze
Shimmering in dew
Charli, age 13
Dear Diary…
I dearly write in clear blue pen,
Dear Diary, here it goes all over again.
I sign my name along with a kiss,
My usual way of writing ‘dismissed’.
“What happens again?”, you may ask,
Imagining the answer would be such a task.
If you saw me now
You would see why,
An old, white van…
Inside is a young girl shouting “BYE!”
That girl is me,
Moving house another time,
Upset and depressed,
Unable to carry on this rhyme…
Goodbye, old house!
Hello, new flat.
Mika, age 13
I knew I’d always love you,
I thought you loved me too,
I thought our relationship was real,
I was sure my heart would never heal,
I thought the sky was always blue,
and the clouds were always white,
It appears I thought a lot of things,
None of which were right.
Megan, age 12
HAMSTER
His face is concerned,
No one knows why,
He never lets it show.
That he is alone,
By himself in his world,
In his white-wired cage,
It is his prison.Running around,
All day in his wheel,
Going absolutely no where,
Does he know this?MAYBE HE IMAGINES
HIS OWN LITTLE WORLD
SPINNING AROUND
BUT NEVER MOVING
MAYBE HAS FRIENDS
IMAGINARY FRIENDS
THAT WE KNOW NOTHING ABOUT
HE HIDES IT FROM US ITS HIS LITTLE SECRET
Jessica, age 11
Invisible
Walking through the school hall
Listening to the bell,
Acting as if she were a doll
Hidden in her shell.
Sitting on her school desk
While others fool around,
Joking and laughing their hearts out
And flying above the ground.
Waiting and waiting for someone to notice
The girl with those blue eyes descended from the Scottish,
Feeling invisible, with no one to care
What did she do ? Is this fair ?
She was new, to that talented high school
Jocks, punks or cheerleaders , even pets who drool
Being so lonely , it hurt alot
If only , I had friends, so she thought.
But who would notice the invisible?
Sitting quietly in a corner in the class,
Who would notice the invisible ?
Silently watching the day fade in the hour glass …...
Sama, age 13
Chances
On your flares there’s blood
It looks like there has been a flood
And I can’t believe my eyes
Because when you try to understand
Why I never hold his hands
It’s probably my confidence
CHORUS
I’ve been giving you way too many chances
I’ve forgotten all the times
When we would forget that nothing yet
Had happened but your lies
The memories circle like bees
Surrounding a honey pot
Now, I’m gonna now remind you of
The chances that you got
In your hair there’s mud
Below your lip, there is a stud
And I can’t believe my ears
Cuz you try to give me a hand
But you’re just about to land
On our planet now
CHORUS
I can’t believe I was running to you
Coming to you, you don’t deserve
The chances I gave, everything, hey
I can’t believe I was running to you
And then do you see what you mean to me?
Actually, what you did, was lies, I try
To compromise, but the sky ain’t blue tonight
It’s turning black by 6 a.m.
Cuz all I ever wanted is that you can let go
And everything you do is just make and do
But I don’t really care cuz we had everything
And I will sing this song
Katherine
My friends
Mia spends ages in the lav,
Libby eats chocolate in the bath,
Jordanna’s the best friend
I could ever have,
Leah watch movies
All the time,
And I go shopping while my friends
Do a mount everest climb!
Ceri, age 8
My heart beats for you
My lips smile for you
My eyes search for you
My ears listen to you
My nose captures your scent
And in my mind i never stop
thinking about you
Everything about me
revolves around you.
Zara
You are the one who catches me when i stumble
the one to dry my tears, when they decide to tumble
You humm me a lulluby as i fall asleep
Your beautiful voice softly flowing into my ears
You are the one i dream of each and every night
AS youe face lingers on the very edge of my sight
You are the reason for the smile on my face
the one i look forward to seeing each day
And i gues you think that someday these feelings will grow old
that guess i must say is in every way wrong
for the feelings you cause me, the passionate love
feel as though they’ve been tattooed to the centre of my heart
Which will never stop beating till death do as part.
Zara
My enemy awaits
Staring me in the eye as though im the bait
i shiver at the realisation of where ths may lead
though i cant walk away for its my only deed
To fight for justice and freedom for my people
to face discrimination in the eye
even if my sacrifce is to die
i must face it, fight it, struggle on
scream to the world to bring it on
For i am up for this
i believe in my rights
i will do this for my people and never for spite
and nothing or no-one can stand in my way
with my duties and all i claim this day
To be the very victory of my life
On which i would look back on and witness my power and strive
And till this day i carry on
The power and strive that still have not gone.
Zara
Erm,
Boys are losers.
Boys are Dumb.
Boys are people.
Not like us.
We are great.
We are girls.
We are the better gender.
We rule the world.
He moves over to me. i move away.
He moves closer so you wanna play?
i kick dirt. I scratch.
Cat and mouse this is,
i’m winning and i’m the cat.
Suddenly trying hard not to fall,
i climb on the bench at the end and,
un belivably tall he catches me,
though he’s a boy and all.
He smiles and lets me down
and walks away and i just frown.
Why would a boy care for me?
I’m not popular, what you get is what you see.
i think for a moment and start running.
Not know what i’m doing i’m just chasing.
he turns around and then i kiss him.
I don’t know why,
i guess fate made love the minimum.
Sometimes boys care.
Sometimes they are there.
Sometimes they make your heart skip a beat.
Somtimes boys…
are just the person you need to meet.
As for him. Well lets just say…
It wasn’t just love at first sight OK?
Hannah, age 10
Girl in the mirror
Why are you crying?
What is it that makes you so sad?
Girl in the mirror
Why why why why
Those tears that pour from your eye?
I wish i could help you
I wish you would smile
I wish all my wishes came true
Girl in the mirror
If you could be me
I’m wishing that I could be you.
Christine, age 14
You’re My Best Friend
You are my very best friend,
On you, I can depend!
We have identical interests,
We know that brothers and sisters are pests!
You are my very best friend,
To you I always can lend.
But when you moved to faraway France.
I knew I had not a single chance!
You are my very best friend,
Sometimes we drive ourselves round the bend!
We share an adoration to chocolate,
But just to let you know, you’re my very best mate!
Izzy, age 14
Scarlett
Scarlet is the best
with her red hair and wedge heels
she is always fun and happy !!
when disaster srikes and gets her down
magic comes
and turns her frown around…
Beth, age 13
I am
alone
depressed
locked
inside
my head,
no-one
to
talk to
to
turn to
when things
get
tough.
I
do not
belong
in this
cruel
harsh
degrading
world.
I am
an outsider.
I see
people
turn
their heads
and stare
at me
as I
go past.
I am
confused
and hurt
wondering
where
I belong!
Stacey, age 12
For Our Sara
Dead before life began
You never got to hold my hand
Gone to a place they’ll never say
Your spirit chills me like a cold day
I never got to hear you boss me around
I never thought I’d want that sound
Your voice haunts me in my sleep
But in my heart, you, i will always keep
I know I cant change your death
But I swear sometimes I can feel your breath
No tombstone, but I promise I wont forget
You always leave my face wet.
Haley, age 12
im standing alone
the spotlights on me
i look at the people,
but can they see
who i really am?
can they hear my heart go
boom bam?
because for once i matter
i was put down to many times
with peoples titter tatter
but one day il take a stand
and god it will be grand
because the winner takes it all
the loser stands and falls
bullies can only reign for so long
giving people hell
farewell and still… the spotlight’s on me.
World – be ready for me!
Rebecca
Meant to be. . .
We’re walking down the street
Just you and me.
My hand is in yours,
In perfect harmony.
As we walk past
People smile and wave
“They’re meant to be together” they say
“Isn’t that great?”
We’re meant to be
Nothing can tear us apart
Meant to be
And this is where we’ll start. . .
We’ll get married
I’ll be in a white dress
We’ll have three kids,
Tom, Alice and Jess
We’ll live in a big house
Surrounded by green grass
And when we grow old
Our love will still last. . .
But when we get to my door
You turn around and say “I’m sorry
But we’re done”.
I don’t believe it
I thought we were meant to be
You found someone else instead of me
First love shatters the heart.
And the life I dreamed of is out of my head
I’m with someone else now.
No one smiles or waves.
And they still can’t see
That we are meant to be.
Anya, age 12
i need you today
life keeps getting in the way
trying so hard to understand
but
slowly stray away
I need you today
i gotta do whats best for me
you’ll be ok
But i won’t
cause i need you…
Girl Anon
Age
When I was five I learnt to dive, in my small paddling pool!
With a bump to my head I laid in bed as I read my book with my bear.
When I was six I learnt to mix, mud pies and flies together!
With mud on my face I picked up the pace, and ran inside as it started to rain.
When I was seven my sister turned eleven, and I made her a birthday card!
She got a dog, and named him Bob, and that’s when I started to laugh.
When I was eight I found a mate, and we were both late to class!
As we were standing in the hallway, I think in what was May, I started to say, what a good day.
When I was nine I took what was mine, and put it in my new room!
We had just moved house, and then I screamed when I saw a mouse, as I ran to find the best room.
When I was ten I saw Big Ben, my sisters new boyfriend!
I thought he was scary, and my mum, Mary, told me not to be rude.
And now I’m happy, sitting at home, as I think about my age!
Rosie
I look at you,
you look at me.
the love of my life,
you may be.
you walked away
i started to cry
you turned around…
and said good bye.
Lucy, age 13
Dancer
Doing her own little thing
Acting so cool & unique
Noticing everyone watch her
Can she see we’re in awe?
Everybody admires her.
Racing about the dance floor
Oh how I wish I could be her…
Myah, age 9
Theres no where to run
No where to hide
all the town chasing
you know they will be nearby
And when the time runs out
your in that jail cell
all the cops waiting
Till your time runs out
We all need freedom
We all need hope
And when the clocks ticking
Your time dont run out
Tasha, age 12
Song
Rain keeps tapping on the window pane,
Day after day it’s all the same…
My heart beats slowly
Dragging along
I’m empty inside
So I write you a song
Fingers tapping on the window pane
My heart beats faster and I start a refrain…
The beat picks up
And so does my smile
I sit there tapping my
Feet for a while.
Sunddenly I rush to get
Some lined paper sheets,
Quickly, quickly- or
I might lose the beat.
A flourished treble clef
Stares at me from the page
The notes begin to flow
From the pen to their stage
And they’re dancing on the paper
And the song begins to shape
And my thoughts relive my dreams
Cause it’s never too late.
The music’s made of love
And I wrote this song for you.
You’re what i’m thinking of
And my dreams are coming true.
I reach for my guitar
I strum some Rhythm and Blues
I play the precious riff
That I just don’t want to lose.
My heart beats faster
Singing along
I’m in love with you
And I just wrote you a song.
Tricia, age 12
‘Spotlight’
I’m always waiting to shine,
The queue getting longer and longer
Always at the back of the line.
But inside now I’m much stronger
But you never thought I could be
In the spotlight.
Yeah you never thought I could be
Maybe you were right.
But you didn’t care, you didn’t know.
You left me in the night
Left me all alone.
Oh oh oh oh. . .
Don’t think I’m gonna take you back so soon
My problem is that I’m still in love with you. . .
But because of you my life is ruined.
What can I do?
Who cares, it’s my time to be in the light,
Show the world what I’m made of.
Oh yes, it is my time to be right
There’s nothing I’m afraid of.
But you didn’t care, you didn’t know.
You left me in the night
Left me all alone.
Oh oh oh oh. . .
Stepping right up,
Up on the stage
I look at the script
And it’s a ripped page.
What will my future be?
What will the pages hold
What will the writing say?
What are those words in bold?
You didn’t care, you didn’t know.
You left me in the night
Left me all alone.
Oh oh oh oh. . .
Life is getting harder,
Life is getting tough
Still anything is better
Anything’s enough.
My life without you
Is a dream in my head
But I’ll forget you
Who cares what you said
‘Cos you didn’t care, you didn’t know.
You left me in the night
Left me all alone.
Oh oh oh oh. . .
It’s my time to shine.
Anya, age 12
A Diary Entry By Cat, from Lucky Star
I feel miserable.
I met the coolest boy ever today.
His nickname is Mouse.
Super cute name, cool hair,
He’s very streetwise and hangs around
The places my parents call BAD.
I’m not allowed there but it seems so cool.
Mouse is cool too.
I knew if I gave him my real age
He would think I’m not cool enough
I had to say I was 14.
Hanging around with him was fun
But I knew someday he would know the truth.
But for now, I have to be with Mouse, I just have to.
Louise, age 12
It been about a month now
It happened oh so fast
My head was in a whirlwind
The world moved slowly past.
Write your name on my books
Give you cute and funny looks
We do all the things young couples do
I say that i’m in love with you
Then he smiles straight up at me
Suddenly he’s all i see
His big blue eyes,
Gaping wide,
His cheeky grin
Makes my head spin.
Hi fives me texts me,
Says we’re besties,
But i know i’m not the highest
Up there on his shelf
There’s this other girl
She’s his someone else.
I see them in the corridor
I see them hug and kiss
And theres a wrenching at my heart
It’s really him i miss.
But i push the thought from my mind
I think i’ve left him far behind.
Cause now i have a boyfriend
A boyfriend of my own
And i kiss you, close my eyes
To prove to myself i’m not alone.
I don’t know where i’m going
I don’t know what i’m doing.
Deep down i know i want to stop
But it’s my fear of losing.
What if i get pregnant?
I’m only twelve years old.
You’re so strong, so passionate
When you touch me…
I go cold.
Do I really love you?
I don’t think i do.
But this trap that i’m caught in
I just don’t have a clue.
We’re doing things we shouldnt do
You tell me that you love me
Then you ask
‘Do you?’
I don’t know how to answer
I don’t know what to say.
Then you grip my arm
What else can i say?
I miss the gentle holding hands
The treks through dewy meadows
And playing in the sand.
I miss the only tiny kiss
A long long time ago
I miss his smiling, laughing lips
Much more than I show.
I’m sorry. I want to stop this.
Please take me home.
Trici, age 12
Cornwall
When I went to Bude,
Absolutely no one was rude,
We went for a walk and were impressed,
To see that Bude was a real success!
We went to Padstow the next day,
And it was really nice I have to say,
We went to the beach,
‘Cos it was within our reach,
It was really fun,
And we even had some sun,
We went for some lunch,
And were really lucky,
‘Cos I was expecting it to be yucky,
Rick Stein’s fish and chips, were lovely,
Even my dog had some,
I bet he was thinking ‘Mmmm…Yum!’
On Monday, off to Bodmin Moor,
And we went to Jamaica Inn,
Jamaica Inn is the name of a book,
Written by a woman called Daphne Du Maurier,
She’d stayed the night,
And it gave her a fright,
My mum had read the book you see,
And told the gist of it to me,
Then we went to Golitha Falls,
All because Dad found a postcard of it,
It was really pretty I have to admit,
But some of the paths were like mud pits!
The next day,
Florence and Honey were our horses,
Mum had Florence and I had Honey,
They were really cute,
Pony trekking, that was what we were doing,
Then we stayed local,
Pub lunch and shops.
Wednesday, we went to Tintagel,
And when we were finished,
We were unbelievably fragile,
I was aching the most,
And Tintagel was right on the coast,
Merlin and King Arthur,
Were there a long, long time ago!!
Then, on Thursday,
We walked around Bude,
Bought a few things,
And then went and had some food,
I had a toastie,
And Dad had a pasty,
And my dog, Jasper had a bit of both!!
And then on Friday,
We went to Fowey,
And it was very rainy,
Jasper was wet and cold,
And then just to help,
Some cannons started banging,
Jasper was scared,
Shaking and quivering,
So we got some cakes and went to the car,
Then drove back to Bude!!
Saturday was our week in Cornwall coming to an end.
Back home again.
Caitlin
The mask upon the ivory mask
Is red
Glitter cascades in to the eye
Peacock feathers point up to the sky.
A row of sapphire rhinestones, three
Drip from the forehead
Shining at me
A star on the left cheek,
A tear on the right,
Ever open lips
Speak silently in the night.
Lashes that will never blink,
Lined with red and black
Slanting eyeholes peirce the white
Of the ivory mask.
It’s dark and the only glowing light
Stares from the eyeholes
Into the night.
My heart beats heavy,
My hands are a quiver
A gust of wind blows me
And makes my spine shiver.
I try to see behind the mask
To glimpse the identity
Of imperious night walker,
But it proves to be an impossible task
For behind the eyes
There is naught but glass.
Trixxx, age 12
I am under a deep, dark,cloud
The sky moody and grey
It almost seems he is coming back
but I never hear from him each day.
Oh let me die sweet sorrow
if he will never come back
Why did this happen to Him, to Me , to us.
Will he be here again
or is he up in the air feeling what pain I feel,
Oh let me die sweet sorrow,
Oh let me die.
Freya, age 10
You’re my BEST FRIEND
You’re very kind
When I think of you, you
bring happiness to mind
Friends like you are sooo
hard to find
That’s why you’re
ONE OF A KIND.
Kelsey, age 10
why do i always get stuff wrong?
first I broke a CD player at skool.
big mistake.
then i told her that he would survive…
i thought i knew… he was getting better…
i saw her that night.
skipping down the street happily.
her brother, too..
he was on his scooter in a big coat… he was happy!
then the next day we got the news…
we lost an angel.
Laura, age 10
Wanted
Have you seen the best writer in the world
Her second name starts with a C
and so does her first name
She writes wonderful books
She might wear pink clothes,
Black clothes whatever the occasion
You might even see her
In your dreams when you are asleep…
Sophie
Adopted By Scotland
The weather is always cold and rainy
Sometimes the sky stays grey for days
Staying inside can make me go crazy
Waiting for those sunshine rays.
But despite the weather, I am pleased
I stay in the country I do.
For I have been adopted by Scotland,
Maybe it’s time you did too?
Amy
Cat & Mouse
Clean
After midnight
Trickster
Messy
Out all night
Used to trouble
Scully’s enemy
Everyone knows…
Aoife, age 10
God made coke
God make Pepsi
God mad some one so damn sexy
God made water so we could surf He also made the hottest guy on Earth!!!
Pippa
Cathy is
An author!
The best!
Happy!
Yummy!
Calum & Caitlin’s mum!
Adventurous!
Stunning!
Super!
Indescribable!
Daydreamer!
Youthful!
Ellie
(I write songs and this is my fave)
Don’t bother me.
you’re freaking me out.
The whole world could change,
just give me a chance.
A popstar is waiting,
to make her stand.
Leave me alone.
A popstar in the shadow with you.
What am I sopposed to do.
when life is hard, even harder with you.
A popstar in the shadow with you
Emzys, age
Some Song i wrote.
Think about feelings
before you speak,
No matter what attention you seak,
It will always lead to trouble,
like your trapped in a bubble,
So dont be a fool,
‘cause it ain’t cool,
if you wanna have friends,
And set some trends think about fellings
BEFORE YOU SPEAK!
from megan, katie your my BEST friend.
Megan, age 11
US
we sit there,
talking for hours,
we know everything
about each other
the sleepovers
the holidays
the baby sitting
the days out
the days at the allotment
the days we were armed
with the camera and sellotape
and the days sittin in,
watchin films and tv
singing, talkin, cryin, laughin
the best days of all
wen its just us two
without the couple
just us two
the closest cousins ever
i love you soooo much
and you know it x
Ellie, age 13
that girl in the mirror
i look in the mirror,
i see a girl smilin back
i look across the table,
nobody looks at me
i am back opposite the mirror,
the girls there again, crying,
i look out the window,
my friends are there,
smiling at me
beckoning me to come out.
when i am sad,
the girl is the opposite.
when i am happy,
the girl is depressed.
can the girl come out
of her cage now?
Ellie, age 13
What is scarlet?
Scarlet is a rose
blooming with no fret,
A ripe juicy strawberry
in the garden,
A glass of red wine
in the hands of a drunken man,
silk ribbons that thread
through a little girl’s hair,
The book ‘Scarlett’ I have read,
Cheeks blushing red,
Even Mars is known as the red planet.
So what really is scarlett?
The question puzzles us all in our head…
Chermaine, age 11
Everybody is good at somthing
whether it is dancing,singing,
art or maths
I can’t find what I am good at!
I complained to my friend
who is a brillant dancer
“Don’t be blue” She replied
“Look at this friendship bracelet
you made me now that is your talent”
So find out what your talent is today.
Ask someone who you trust!
Katie, age 11
curly hair and spots
not great qualities,
But i never thoutht
it would happen to me
boys never seemed to like me
i’m not sure why maybe
its personalty that he took
a shine to me talked to me
all the time now
i know i may never see him again
i think back to the time
he nearly kissed me
did he realize when he turned to me
was it my imagination
until someone ran in
i think i’ll miss him
Aoife, age 11
Television
I love my TV.
It always comforts me.
It has movies,
Documentaries and of course,
The news.
Just turn it on,
You can’t lose.
My mum moans at me,
That I’ll get square eyes.
But I know that
that is just a bunch of made up lies.
I can’t get up,
In seconds,
I’m glued!
And if you pull me away,
I’ll be in a terrible mood!
Greta, age 12
I am a girl
not just any old girl
i am aged 11
i have two cats
one called tabby
one called oscar
i have a pet called ollie
i am a sister to
a great sister nicole
i am a daugter
to a amazing mum linda
i am a grandaughter
to my wounderfull gran and grandad
i am a stundent
in a very boring school
i am me
sorry but you cant change me
Demi, age 11
WHAT a Dream!
Studies bring you education,
As well as a mountain
Of tension.
Studying is very good,
But you have no mood.
It gives you stress,
And makes your life a mess.
You want to be the top,
Of your class which is a lion’s lair,
But your studies went flop,
And you just didn’t care.
In the exam,
Your mind goes blank.
You TRY to cheat,
By passing notes with your feet.
“BAM”
goes the teacher’s hand.
And she gives you a zero in the exam.
You feel scared,
Because you have flunked the test.
You feel so bad,
And you got to do something fast.
Your parents gave a lecture,
And made your brain puncture.
You promise to do your best,
In the very next test.
Then you woke up with a jerk,
Given by a big, fat berk.
You sit up straight and sigh,
And picked up a bag at your thigh.
Your test papers and inside,
And you took a glance at them.
You find you got all A’s
And you say to yourself,
“Silly me. I’m clever.
It was all a silly dream.”
Hoo, age 11
FORGET???
Should i want your love?
your touch
your warmth
your attention
should i have the need to talk to u?
why does my love for you
grow stronger each day?
all i want is to forget
the pain that you have caused me
You dont care
you just gonna move onto another girl
while leaving me
alone
heartbroken
wondering
crying
how could anyone
cause someone so much pain
and not care?
How???
Tessy, age 13
I love you but i hate you
I want u next to me but
i wish i never met you
I want you back but
Im happy that i left you
Why does my heart want but
push away the love that you give me?
Tessy, age 13
The lonley girl.
Most of the time friends
drive her round the bend.
Not just round the bend,
but through the playground and around
the corner and up the corridor
until she reaches the loos.
She goes to the loos a lot,
just to get away
from all of the shouting and yelling outside.
She often reads her book
in the cubicle,
or she just daydreams.
She dreams that one day
she will become popular,
or at least find a friend.
Or she daydreams
that her older sister could come along
but she can’t play with her
because shes left home
to live with her boyfriend.
But for the time being,
the loos are the safest place to be.
Olivia, age 11
Allienated.
He watches from outside
Hiding inside the black
Alone and afraid
Sad and broken
Raised in the darkness
On a diet of hatred
Nobody to save him
Doesn’t know why
They see him as a failure
Anger on the rise
Taking control of him
And just like that
He stops the world
And just for a second
They noticed him
Before the world caved in
And he became allienated
Again.
Kirsty, age 13
The Cupcake
Baked to a glow
in the heart of the sun,
Crumbling together
to form a mixture as one.
The essence of love,
peace and a good appetite,
All blended from hope
so I can enjoy it tonight.
A labratory of fudge
and sugar and cream,
Swirled to a turret
in a fairy tale dream.
Golden and pink
and glistening too,
The smell of a wonder
that formed with icing as glue.
So crafted with care
and a sprinkle or three,
Just like a locked door
and the cake is the key.
And so every time
I’ve decided to bake,
I don’t bake anything
except the magic cupcake.
Sasha, age 12
L is for life is
O is for obviously
V is for very
E is for exciting,,
Gayle, age 14
you
i look at you,
you look at me,
i see hate,
you see love,
i cry,
you laugh,
i remember,
you forget,
you’re just a boy,
i’m just a girl,
everyone can see your friends,
my friends
its so easy
i love you, you hate me
we are ment to be
just you wait,
just you see.
tigersrgr8t, age 11
She ranted and raved.
She screamed and ran away.
She tricked me and hurt me.
I ran back to her side.
I begged her to forgive me,
for something I hadn’t done.
She laughed and giggled.
She lied and betrayed.
She pointed.
I was too loyal.
I was too kind,
for my own good.
She laughs.
I walk away.
She points.
I ignore it.
She put on an act.
I thought she was my best friend.
She tells me what I don’t want to hear:
“Walk away now, Em
and you’ll never see Marie again.
You know full well who’ll she choose.”
‘I do,” I say, “I really do,
but you broke my heart,
slowly and brutally.
I can’t fake the way I feel.
Get over it. You’ll find a new toy.”
When she turned on her heel,
I wanted to run and give her a hug.
To tell her I way sorry, I didn’t mean it.
But I chose my heart,
not that fake.
I never looked back,
until I saw the pain in Marie’s eyes.
I can still hear her say:
“Couldn’t you have done it for me?”
I slowly shook my head.
“You didn’t see,
the pain she gave me.”
“I did,” she replied. “She,
is the coward, and you.
You’re the stronger one of the two.
I need her, though. I am a coward.
I don’t want to be her next victim.”
I nodded my head,
and walked away.
She ran after me,
and held me in her arms.
I quietly sobbed. S
he stroked my hair.
I needed her.
She knew what had happened,
she knew what was said.
So why didn’t she help me?
They said she wasn’t a true friend.
I knew it was true.
Because, a true friend
will stick up for you.
Me, age 12
why is life so unfair?
i always get hurt here and there,
weather its inside or out,
im going crazy theres no doubt,
life seems to hate me,
why cant somebody take me
somewhere where i dont feel insane?
no snooty brothers,
where people would notice me,
why cant they just see,
all the hurt inside me?
Lucy, age 11
Leaving Primary School,
I promised myself,
that I’d never go back
But, my best friend and I,
no longer mix.
We’re practically strangers.
Would you have once thought that:
the fun, crazy, popular girl
was friends with:
the quiet, shy, geeky girl?
I found myself, with each day,
yearning for year 6
So, I organised a reunion
Huh! What a bad idea!
Everything was awkward
Everything was quiet,
even though we had loads to say
It was the girl who
I’d cried over leaving,
that told me the words
I didn’t want to hear:
I needed to leave the past
in the past and move
into the future.
If I didn’t, I’d be alone.
See, she’d moved on,
but I couldn’t change.
I couldn’t lie to myself.
Year Eight wasn’t so bad.
I swapped puppy fat and textbooks
for hair starightners and magazines.
I hated myself.
I stood up for myself when the girls,
picked on me at school.
I said:
I am who I am
and if you don’t like it,
then that’s your problem,
not mine.
I cannot change
because you want me to.
I will not change
because you tell me to.
Learn to live with me.
unknown, age 12
I love you
I need you
I want you
Do you care?
You don’t even know
I am scared
You’re my best friend
This love is dangerous
This love is wrong
I don’t care
You’re mine
but am I yours?
I’m too scared to ask,
for jeapordising the friendship.
But, I love you
Can I be your friend?
Or do I need more?
Everyone but you knows
What are you?
Blind?
Please
I love you
I need you
I want you
Anonamous, age 12
I have a problem,
with some of my friends,
I’ve let the one in so many times,
butshe broke my heart
and crushed my soul.
I told her I’m through,
I can’t take anymore,
which is true.
But, we share a best friend.
I can’t risk losing her –
I know who she’d choose.
So, what do I do?
Do I let her back in?
Do I give her a choice?
I can’t do either.
Letting her in is a big mistake,
but making my friend
choose between us,
that’s even bigger.
I know what I’ll do:
I’ll let her back in and say:
“I’m doing it for her sake,
not yours or mine.
I want her to be happy,
but you and me,
we no longer mix.
Always remember that.”
The one thing I cannot help,
is if I enjoy the ride,
as I have many times before.
I’ll have to keep my wits alert,
while she is about.
Emma, age 12
I’d always thought,
that you’d be the one
I went to when I cried
But, then you broke
my vulnerable heart
You’d done it before
and I’d always ran back to your side
I waited, I watched
but I couldn’t take anymore
I said my goodbyes and walked away
We were already friends, her and I
You knew we were good friends
You and I had been known
as friends for six years
It was always
You and Me, Me and You
But for the little weeks I knew her,
She was more of a friend
than you ever were
She was a shoulder to cry on,
A friend to listen,
A heart to rely on
Her heart was so pure of love
I knew I needed her friendship
which is why I said:
“There’s planes, trains, cars, bikes,
but even if I have to walk a million miles,
I’d be there next to you,
as you have been for me.”
I hated to be vulnerable around a friend
it had once cost me my heart.
But I can now safely say,
I’ve left it in good hands
I know it won’t get broken,
I know it won’t get hurt,
I know it won’t get damaged,
because I’ve left it with you, Ellie,
My wonderful best friend
Emma, age 12
My Number 1 Gal
My Number 1 Gal
has to be my mom,
She’s protected and loved me,
She’s hugged me
and comforted me.
She was the one,
who stuck a plaster on my knee
and said: “All better!”
when I’d fallen over.
She’s been my rock,
for over twelve years.
She’s rocked me,
when I cried and
hugged me until I
stopped screaming.
She’s been put through,
many unpleasant jobs,
but she doesn’t care,
because I’m her Number 1 Gal
and she’s mine.
When there was nobody else to turn to,
she stood at my side and
wouldn’t let me back down.
She made me do my homework,
listened to me read.
But she’d made me who I am today,
Emma Louise Hayes
So, mom just let me tell you.
I love you and care for you,
even when I’m stomping up the stairs
in three years time when I
want to go to a party
in a ridiculously short skirt.
Because, if standing over me,
whilst I do my homework,
and sending me upstairs to change,
is what is needed to make you proud,
then so be it.
That is all I want, mom
To be able to give you what you want
and to stand tall and make you proud.
So, when I beg you to tell me what you want,
for your birthday, please do.
Because it’s more for me in a way.
Please remember I love you,
although I sometimes don’t show it.
Because,
you’ve made me who I am today,
Emma.
and you’re my
NUMBER ONE GAL!
Emma, age 12
Cliches`.
In school, groups are cool.
Are you in a group now?
I am not, and I don’t care,
You probably can’t see how.
At times,it’s ok to be free,
To feel the fire in your soul,
You’ll find it easy in a bit,
Independancy is on a roll!
But back when I was in a cliche`,
The glamour snobs and that,
I realized I was being used,
treated like a door mat.
So me and my friends stand alone,
Proud to be ourselves,
Some say it’s good to fit in,
I disagree, oh well…..
Emma, age 11
Seasons
There are four seasons in a year,
They’re Spring, Summer,
Autumn and Winter.
Spring,
is a season that everything is energetic,
Even a cactus looks aesthetic
The fairy of Spring prettify plants,
And all of them are singing chants.
Then here comes Summer ,
He’s like a great drummer.
Nobody can ever stop his passion,
Like a lion which cannot be driven.
Hi! Autumn here you are!
You are such a wonderful star.
Leaves fall off from trees,
Wind which belongs to you sprees.
Winter has arrived,
Diligent bees are sleeping in their hives.
The ground is covered with snow,
Nothing moves even a doe.
That makes a cycle,
isn’t it beautiful?
Verona, age 12
[a song i made with my friend
that moved she loved pizza]
marching with the pizza parade,
playing the pizza way
singing and dancing
with the pizza mascot
I went shopping
and i find a pizza shop
YUMM YUM YUMMY!
Jamie, age 11
The Boy we all fall for:
We fall for the boy
who makes us happy,
we fall for the one
that stands out in there own special way.
We fall for people
and we don’t get to choose
because when you actually fall for someone
for real
you change. You thought
that boys were stupid then
and before you know it
there all you think about.
Why? Why this obsession?
Because you’ve fallen for them
and you can’t help it.
Don’t listen to your friends
be true to your heart because
in the long run your freinds will understand.
And even if your heart was wrong
the boy you fall for will be different.
So listen with your heart and
everything will be fine.
Jessi, age 12
The lights are out
and I barely know you
Were going up
and the place is slowing down
I knew you’d come around
You captivated me,
something about you has got me
I was lonely now
you make me feel alive
Will you be mine tonight?
My heart is racing
as you’re moving closer
You take me higher
with every breath I take
Would it be wrong to stay?
One look at you
and I know what you’re thinking
Times too fast
and my heart is sinking down
You turn me inside out
Beth, age 11
Boys
This is for all the girls
who gotta get that special boy…!
I get your attention
Talk to you, do something funny.
Anything really to make you see me,
to make sure you know I exist.
Then I knock on for you
Every day
Then start flirting with you.
Then ask you out.
Not straight away
I start a conversation
then ask you out
You say yes!!
I’m froze.
I got you!
Sophie, age 11
In My dreams, I Live In A Fantasy World
In My Dreams all I have to do
is sing a song and I’ve got you.
In My Dreams I’m in a famous band
with five kids from school.
In my dreams everything cost 1p!
But that’s in my dreams.
I kinda believe all that stuff could happen.
But the chances are slim.
I could get you if I wanted.
I could get a band together
and try and get a deal
with a record company.
The 1p part,
oviously couldn’t happen!
I could get you,
it’s if you say ‘yes or no.’
The chance of becoming famous,
30%
I live in a fantasy world,
a giant place I like to call
‘Sophie’s fantasy!’
Sophie, age 11
Have you heard
of a girl called Rose?
Shes mean and spiteful
but nobody knows.
They thinks shes so nice
cos of her lovely looks
She looks like a picture
in one of my books.
With ruby red lips
and wavy long hair.
The most wonderful clothes
that she does wear.
But sometimes at play
she pushes me in the mud
Oh how I wish someone understood.
I guess Rose will carry on
her mean ways
I just wish
she’ll stop them someday.
Myah, age 9
Sadness
I sit at window
Think about my day
my life
And how did I end up here
I’ve made some mistakes
I’ve made people cry
But wrost of all
I left you behind
Didn’t think it could get any worse
I try to imangine ur smile
but all i see is ur anger.
The sadness i feel.
U don’t know.
Because I’m the one sufferein in silence.
people say move on.
but I ignore them
so they leave me alone.
I think I will only feel better
if i were with.
I’m not making this up
It’s a true story
u Know who u are
so just come on back
Eimear, age 12
People people
Every single song, tune,
Resounds in your head.
At the charts you fume
Because it’s all about romance
They can’t understand
IT’S ROMANCE I DON’T WANT
I can feel complete
Without a boy’s name to chant.
I can feel just fine,
Thanks a whole bucket of nails,
Without a pick-up line.
I don’t need a guy to up and reject me
Or tell me
he’ll pick me up around seven
Every Friday of the month.
I don’t want to giggle
over the phone about Kevin
Either. Really, that’s enough.
I don’t want to call my classmate up
And then laugh, and drop the phone
I don’t want to knock over his cup
Just to be able to talk two lines to him and run.
I don’t want to tease him everyday
Or tell him to go away.
Guys are just people,
not dangerous animals.
FYI, they’re going to be here to stay.
So stop giggling in the corner
Or saying that guy
at the bus stop is so hot.
Aliens they are so not.
They’re humans, people,
different, maybe,
But like us
In class, they too stare at the window
wanting to be free
Or wonder why girls
seem so far apart.
So stop wondering
what boys are like.
Look in the mirror and know
that there could be one guy
like you and me!
This ‘alien gender’ tune
you seem to be singing is way off key!
It’s just not worth the hype.
They’re not things to giggle for
Or things to embarass yourself at.
Or things with emotions
you could just toss to the floor.
Or things that you can only
seem to flirt with.
I DON’T need romance to complete me.
Thanks very much,
but I’d just like to be friends,
maybe.
Yihui, age 12
ALONE,
I sit alone in a hallway
where nobody goes,
TICK TOCK the clock whispers,
more silent then ever
quiet fills the world,
watching and waiting
in a world that never moves
as people go and say goodbye,
i will stay looking at the misty night sky.
Leila, age 11
The Kiss
I remember. Do you?
The crashing waves,
the salty tears,
the warmth of our hearts beating as one.
The sand and wind,
the moon and stars…
The shell necklace, the seaweed hair.
That was the end but really the beginning,
of more than I can say.
We talked and wrote but that was nothing
compared to back then.
I wish you were here right now.
To talk to and to be held by.
I shall never, never forget you… x
Jessi, age 12
C – Careless Dan, angel boy,
A – Anya, Polish superstar!
T – Tutu, Jude’s little dog,
H – Hearing horsey neighs,
Y – You are amazed!
Kate age 11
I think of him in the rain…
I wonder why I did not stay.
Maybe I was scared of what would become
or maybe I was a coward
caught in the crowd…
Does he remember me?
Does he think of me?
Why, oh why, did I say no???
What would he say if he saw me now?
Would he be shocked, stunned?
No.
He’d be disappointed.
I hurt him bad and now I suffer.
And he is gone, gone forever…
How did this happpen?
Jessi, age 12
Every time i dream
I dream of how we used to be
every time i pray
i pray that you will be OK
And every time i think
you pop into my head
like an old friend
visiting before the end.
What would we be like
if we had not been betrayed
by each others hearts?
I do not know
I want to though
i want to turn back time
i want you to be mine…
Jeese, age 16
She wanted to be a Dog
not a puppy
She wanted to be a dragon
not a lizard
She wanted to be a cat
not a kitten
She wanted to to different
Be someone better
She hoped she could try
But how can you be a bird
when you don’t know how to fly?
Geena, age 12
I’m Lost
I’m alone
I’ll never feel whole
I laugh with my friends
Though It dosent feel right
I make myself smile
Though I feel stupid and small
You laugh till you cry
You get lost in the wind
You stay with your heart
but the path never ends
You trail round playground
Your eyes dull and black
You stay silent
But nobody knows
Gemma, age 10
DID YOU MISS ME?
I am sorry
that I didn’t tell you.
But now it has been almost a week
and I am longing to hear
your soft voice over the phone.
I want to feel your cold pale skin
as you breathe on mine.
I want you to smile at me
with your silent smile
and it wouldn’t matter
if we didn’t say much.
I need to tell you so much
but just one look at you
would be enough.
I want to breathe in
your normal signature smell
and mistake it for a new one.
I want to push your hair
out of your eyes
as the wind spirals it in all directions.
I want to wrap my arms around you
as I whisper the question
that I have been meaning to ask,
Did you miss me?
Kiera, age 11
In her shoes
Pirouetting
Prancing
Twizzling and flying
Dancing around
Skipping and smiling
On my tip toes
Spinning around
Running and jumping
Now is my time
No time to laugh,
this is just so hard
‘beauty,
‘a talent’
‘amazing’
‘fantastic’
is what people say
when they see me dancing
This is my dream
To be a ballerina
But it is hard work
I am not lying
The feeling that comes to me
when I am dancing
Is nothing anyone
can ever give me
Morgan, age 12
She comes out of the ballroom
Her long black hair swaying
and her green eyes twinkling
The man she met looked into her eyes
The rain starts pouring and i wake up
That was all a dream right? Or was it?
Emily, age 9
Typical Boys
He Says He Loves You
But He Doesn’t
You Say You love Him
And You Do
He Says He Cares
But He Doesn’t
You Say you care
And You Do
He says you’re The Only One
But you’re not
You Say You’re The Only One
And He Is
He Says He Needs You
But He Doesn’t
You Say You Need Him
But You Don’t
Rebecca, age 14
Tonight’s the night
I jam shut the door
with an office chair
I screech my loudest
but there’s nobody there
I grab at a packing case
and unzip it fast
I fill it with stuff
that I know won’t last
He’s behind the door shouting,
telling me I’m dirt
He doesn’t know
how deeply I’m hurt
He wouldn’t care anyway
after so many beers
He doesn’t know
all I can taste is salty tears
I grab at the housekeeping,
pocketing the cash
I then hear an almighty smash
I see an office chair
mangled in pieces
I see his clothes
covered in stains and creases
He walks towards me,
backing me into a wall
He makes me crouch down,
pretend to be small
He laughs and he jaunts
and he calls over his mates
He tells one he can have me,
free is the going rate
I cry and I scream
but it’s no help
I am stamped on hard
but I can’t even yelp
I know he’s got a knife;
I’m as good as dead
I can see this new guy
and have a feeling of dread
He pulls at my hand,
but far too hard
He’s broken my shoulder,
forever scarred
He tells me
if I don’t behave I’ll die
He’ll kill my anyway,
no time to be shy
I run to the kitchen,
don’t care about the pain
I take one look out the window
at the rain
I grab at the kitchen knife
Tonight’s the night
I take my own life
Beth, age 12
the baby cries and I cuddle her
she looks amazing…
her blonde curls
framed her pink face and blue eyes..
I love her too much to let go of her
But she needs the sleep
so I out her into her bed
and close the door
suddenly the phone rings
and I reach for it
Somebody says in a whisper
‘you better watch that baby of yours’
and then the phone goes dead…
I know that it’s proberly a joke..
Loads of people prank call…. don’t they?
But anyway I run upstairs
and open the door and gasp
there is a lump in the duvet
I walk quitley and I see it
the lump instead of my baby
there is a doll lying there with
blood over it’s face
I scream and scream
like I have never screamed before
Rabia, age 14
Strawberry Haiku
Friends are like fruity strawberries,
Some are sweet and some are sour,
Savour the ones with flavour.
Lauz, age 11
You win.
Okay,
so i told you it wouldn’t work.
I told you you were being stupid.
But then, what do i know?
I’m only Patricia after all.
Maybe you have won.
Maybe i didn’t see it,
until it was too late.
Yes, i think you’ve won.
You got what you wanted-
You have my friends,
You have my enemies,
You have me, aswell.
Now we’re done, i guess.
You have my boyfreind too.
You have my mum- and my dad.
You have all you’ve ever wanted.
So why don’t you leave me alone.
I accept defeat.
You beat me.
But even as my old friends hate me
more and more,
And my boyfriend loves you
more and more,
You still never stop.
I give up.
Why don’t you give up too?
Patricia, age 12
Cathy Cassidy rocks!
All of her books are cool!
They make me really happy,
Her Dizzy book is the best,
Yet again they’re all fandabadozi!
Aimee, age 10
I dream of floating in the sea,
in a purple boat
made just for me.
It’s delicate sails blowing behind,
picking up all the treasures i might find.
I dream of having the perfect companion,
like a clean white friendly stallion.
Oh woulden’t it be great
riding on his shiny back,
riding along the country’s dusty track.
These are my dreams,
my longing wishes,
and these are things i want to come true,
we all have wishes me and you!
Ashika, age 11
She stared at me,
her friends whispering in her ears
i tried my hardest
to hold back my tears
her friends nudged her slightly
and they all laughed
how come they had a way
that made me feel sad and daft?
They made their way over to me
my eyes were blured with tears
so i could barely see
she said, “You need to learn
that you’re not welcome here!”
Down my cheak rolled a tear.
“I am welcome here,
it’s everyones school.” i said.
She laughed and shook her head.
“Kid, get a grip!
No one wants to speak to you!”
They were making me feel lonely
and sad too.
I was ready to cry quite a lot
but then i remembered
something i’d forgot.
My teacher had said,
don’t let nasty things enter your head
keep your self together
and block those nasty words out forever.
So i stood up for myself
and said, ” i am welcome here
so don’t shake your head
i’m gonna get settled here
this is where i will spend the next year
words don’t harm me
you’re just jealous, i see”
they left me alone after
and i didn’t feel sad or any dafter!
Lauren, age 11
i feel so alone
im lost in the pain
curled up in a ball
there’s nothing to say
no words to describe
the agony im in
no way to tell you
how awful it is
im moody and mean
i shut people out
it’s not because i hate you
its cos theres no way around
the wall that surrounds me
and smothers me in hurt
i wish i could climb over,
i wish i could get out
i take so many pills
but nothing seems to help
i really want to scream
but then you’ll be so scared
i try to hide how bad its hurting
so that you wont have to worry
i’m sorry i’m not normal
im sorry im not right
im sorry i cause so much pain
and keep you up all night
Amy-claire, age 14
My best friend
is funny and smart
she’s silly and pretty,
happy and cool
shes an amazing swimmer,
so fast in the pool
shes knows all my secrets
and keeps them to herself
she knows when im hurting
and i dont want to tell
her fave colours purple,
she’s always in a rush
she is my favourite person
she the best out of the rest!
Amy-claire, age 14
Destroyed Dreamer
I fiddle with my pencil,
And gaze up into space,
I think of many different ways,
On where daydreaming first took place.
The egg-bell rings and I walk outside,
Still thinking of new ways to hide,
I feel a tap on my shoulder,
And I whip around,
There she is standing,
A look of odd proud.
“hey look here,” she starts,
“Another weird Dreamer!”
Now that really hurt,
I try not to hear her.
“What a loner!” she cries,
And her friends have a fit,
Then she has one too,
Think of ways that she can make me split.
I turn and run,
I am pretty fast,
But they gain on me quickly,
And pin me at last.
I shove and kick,
And let out a scream.
But then the bell goes,
And they stop being mean.
Another hour has past,
And I’m dreaming again,
I can’t hear the sniggers,
Coming from ‘them’.
The bell rings again,
At last school is over!
I run at full speed,
And not try to hover.
Today was the last day of school,
And I have become weaker,
Just another lost soul,
Of a Destroyed Dreamer.
Heather, age 13
Midnight Silence
I slowly toss and turn,
Inside my warm, soft bed,
I try to think of the day that’s past,
Over and over again.
I wonder why she did it?
Treated me like a worm?
I thought I was her best friend,
But I guess that I thought wrong.
I saw her do it, with my eyes,
She did not look one bit surprised,
She did it and left me there,
She knotted me up here and there.
I am not going to forgive her,
Not in one million years,
No matter what she says behind my back,
‘cause I am not all ears.
She did it right in front of me,
I almost nearly cried,
Instead I ran and hid myself,
For it was she who crushed my pride.
I guess that he didn’t expect it,
She came on way too strong,
And I know that he was scared,
And that she did something wrong.
I slowly toss and turn,
Inside my warm soft bed,
I try to forget the day that’s past,
Get it out of my head.
I listen out for something sweet,
I know it will be quite a treat,
As I listen through the Midnight Silence,
I slowly drift to sleep.
Heather, age 13
That girl
They call me nobody,
They call me that girl
I don’t fit into any of the groups
I may not be cool,
I may be quite smart,
But to them
I’m just that girl
Lauren, age 11
(For a special friend who has been there for me)
Life is like a rainbow,
You never know what is at the end
But i love you
And your my very best friend!
Katie, age 12
Each day i think of what could have been.
Your hand in mine.
Everything was fine.
the way the waves used to crash on my toes.
No-one knows.
i stare at the board.
not really seeing.
tears rolling down my cheeks.
Goodbye my summer love.
I wonder what could have been?
Tristan, age 10
The leaves are crunching under my feet,
After falling under Autumns defeat,
It’s getting cold as winter meets,
and I can hear my heart beat.
Catherine, age 12
i always think of him
i do truly love the way he is
he isn’t too skinny he’s slim
i would never stop thinking about my boyfriend
he’s just more as a friend
Shannen, age 13
I rose up from my bed,
It’s Christmas day!
What should I make today?
A carrot cake?
A log cake?
An Angel cake?
I’ll make an Angel cake!
I’ll knead the dough,
Oh what fun!
I’ll put it in the oven,
Then put it in the open,
Then,squirt some icing.
Parents wake up,
I am done with the cake,
Merry Christmas!
I open my presents,
And wish for the present,
Sent a Christmas card!
Angeline, age 11
Love
Some think it’s pointless
Some think it’s beautiful
It blooms when you least expect it
And leaves when you want it to
Some people never love
Some people have never been loved
But if you want love
You’ve gotta dive for it
Love is bright
But the days your in love
Can be the darkest too…
Haley, age 12
Cool ideas!
Amazing books!
To cathy, i love your books!
Her books make me happy!
You have the best books!
CATHY CASSIDY!!!!
Rebecca, age 10
Why suddenly the obsession?
Could we all just be good friends?
What’s with all this make-up,
what’s happening here?
We’re not even teenagers and yet
we’re all “in love”. It’s sickening…
Don’t you all have minds of your own?
Why are we suddenly hooking up?
We’re not even old enough to do anything,
So what’s the point?
Disgusted, age 12
What is scarlet?
Scarlet is a rose blooming with no fret,
A ripe juicy strawberry in the garden,
A glass of red wine i the hands of a drunken man,
silk ribbons that thread through a little girl’s hair,
The book ‘Scarlett’ I have read,
Cheeks blushing red,
Even Mars is known as the red planet.
So what really is scarlett?
The question puzzles us all in our head…
Chermaine, age 11
my best friend.
some think they’re fantastic,
and some are pains in the bum.
but i think that friends are totally great, cause
abis such a wonderfull one!
so when my worst enimie.
gives me a hard time,
she cheers me up with a game, or impresions,
or even a funky rhyme.
but abi isn’t just a mate,
who you have a good laugh with.
you can share you deepest secret, without it spreading the classroom!
so next time you are down in the dumps, but abis not
around. just think of her
and then she will always be around…
well, if she isn’t already….
Kate, age 10
Walking accross the hot yellow sand
breeze gently brushing my cheek as it passes
seagulls in the air
its all peceful for now
As the day closes to an end
the sea changes its ways
however the breeze is still cool
seagulls have disappeared leaving me in the quietness
its all peaceful for now
The night has approached
the sea gets more violent
the breeze turns to winds
and the trees sway violently from side to side
twigs breaking and leaves crunching
i turn around and gasp
im not in peace now!!
Gale, age 14
Kids
Let’s start at the end and end at the start.
Why? Asked the girl eating a tart
As if she was. Interrupted the jerk
You just said that to make the rhyme work.
Besides, he continued facing his minions
We don’t care about her opinions.
What’s with the minions and all these weird words?
It doesn’t make sense without any birds.
Birds! He exclaimed, getting off-track
What’s going on? All this is JACK!
His mother arrived quite out of the blue
Son! She cried. Off to bed with you!
Of course she didn’t appear from thin air
And as she was tired she didn’t really care
About what? Asked the girl, bobbing into view
Yeah what? Asked the boy, his shirt now askew
They pushed and they shoved effing and blinding
Not really caring what they had been finding
His mum saying son, instead of his name,
And exactly where from which she came
They didn’t really know
What that meant and so
They just kept of hitting
While her grandma was knitting
They didn’t know why
Her grandma could fly
They just did not get
Why she was wearing a net
But what did they care?
If it wasn’t fair
What they were thinking, at the end of the day
Was about nothing else, but not work but play.
Veronica, age 13
The harsh wind brushes against me,
As I walk in the graveyard,
My fingers slither and touch the cold stone;
underneath you are there,
As I walk in the grave yard,
My knees force me to go down;
I try to resent- it’s too painful,
As I walk in the graveyard,
I shudder and tears moisten the air,
As I walk in the grave yard,
I need to leave;
I touch your stone and whisper,’Goodbye,’.
One thought, ‘When will I see you?’.
When I die.
I run off from that horrid, cold, harsh, sad place
In which you are forever trapped.
I cannot get you out. No-one can. No-one…
Simran, age 9
Why??
i loved u
why didnt u love me?
i was always there for u
why werent you there for me?
when we kissed i felt like i could fly
was I just a prop always by your side?
i kept ur secrets
why couldnt you keep mine?
i made the mistake of giving me to you
i made the mistake of loving you
i should of given up on you
when i had enough
but i stayed to long
so thats why
i didnt think that i would be wrong
im stronger im better without you
but why?
why?
do i still love you?
Tessa, age 14
IF
If you could go anywhere
and not choose where?
If you could keep to yourself
how you feel?
If you could get
everything you need
without speaking a single word?
Then would you?
Abigail, age 14
I wish.
I wish i was an angel
so i could soar up in the sky
without a care in the world.
I wish i was a swan
so i could glide across the sparkling water
looking proud and beautiful.
I wish i was cupid
so i could give everyone a bit of love
and hope in their lives.
I wish i had enough pureness
to fill everyones heart
so everyones soul could be free and alive.
I wish …
Katie, age 12
Him,
Her,
You,
Me,
Together,
Us,
We;
You can fall,
You can fly.
Let’s do this.
Anon, age 14
fear
everyone goes through it
even if you don’t want to
you have no choice
if its ghosts, robbers, bullys, films or bugs
everyone goes through it
even if you don’t want to
Amaani, age 11
Walking down the street
I see you sometimes walking down the street,
I see you sometimes flying in the air,
I see you sometimes kissing in my sleep,
I see you sometimes wandering through my dreams.
But you’ll never be here.
Never here.
I’ll never see you here with me.
Emma, age 14
Fearless ..x
You’re Fearless
That’s Why I Love You
You’re Independant
You Don’t Let Anything Stop You.
There’s Something About You
We Run And Run, Further Away From The Park In The Rain
We Stop.
You Put Your Arms Around Me
And Kiss Me…
It’s Fearless
Sophie, age 11
The Boy In Blue Sneakers
The Boy I like Has Blue Sneakers
He Runs His Fingers Through His Hair
There’s Something About Him That Makes Me Smile
I Don’t How It Gets Better Than This
He Runs Up To Me
I Can’t Help But Grin
He Asks Me Out…
The Boy In The Blue Sneakers!
Sophie, age 11
Fairy tales…..
Have you ever heard of fairytales,
All the made up stories?
Castles and cellars, goodies and baddies
All the romance and glory?
Do you really think that Cinderella,
Went to a ball and met a fella?
And that she ditched her step-mother and ugly sisters,
And wore glass slippers that gave her blisters.
Do you think that poor cinders had brushed all the floors?
That she polished the windows, and scrubbed at the doors.
Do you believe that she really had a happy ending?
And kept that pretty fella (all that is depending)
Do you really believe that sleepy beauty,
Slept for 100 years, and still stayed a cutie?
Do you think that that lovely prince suffered for her sake?
(He ran through a forest and kissed her awake)
And that ugly beast Maleficent, her heart as cold as steel,
Made Beauty prick her finger on a spinning wheel.
Do you believe that that little girl sat out in rain as deep as the sea,
Slept on 20 mattresses, and at the very bottom of them felt one tiny pea?
And when Pinocchio got swallowed by a hungry whale
(By the way – that was my favourite fairytale)
Orlagh, age 10
I wished upon a lucky star,
For a lucky star…
And got you!
I love you like a swimmer loves to swim,
Like a dancer loves to dance,
Like a little kid on their birthday.
You’re forever in my head heart and mind.
I want us to be together forever,
I love you too much to let you go, babe.
I sometimes have to remind my seef,
that im not dreaming,
You really are mine.
Thats how good you are.
I love you so much dearest boy,
Without you im not me
And with you im forever happy.
Together forever? Deal yeah?
Hah, i’m wishing so.
Ellie, age 13
Clever writer
Amazing talent
Truely amazing situations
Happy and cheerful
Youths life stories
Really good looking
Oh my gosh she is pretty
Creative imagineation
Kool!
So… Cathy rocks!
Annabelle, age 11
Its 3 o’clock
I can tell by the way people move
its hot it’s stuffy
the room is getting smaller and smaller
the jumpers come off
the windows are opened .
its Still not good enough.
The teacher finds a fan.
I’m the only one with my thick black jumper
but I can’t show them what’s underneath.
Drip, drip, drip I wipe the sweat,
drip, drip, drip, I’m on fire.
Drip, drip, drip
my heads going to burst.
Drip…… it all goes black.
If only someone told me I wasn’t FAT.
Erin, age 12
Hannah and paul are on there way
to sit with krusty along the bay
krusty is no ordinary cat
cats dont like water but she doesn’t know that
planet slush is for joey and kit
sounds very nice doesn’t it
well hannah isn’t really that happy
she talks to paul with his hair green and flappy
paul used to have toffe coloured hair
now it is green it’s just not fair
Mr.mckenzie has a tantrum
when joey comes in looking like a phantom…
Emily-Mae, age 12
Cathy Cassidy
Cathy C is a writer, you see.
She loves writing books for you and me.
The subjects, interesting, the pictures, bright.
The moral shows a different light.
Characters with attitude, innocence and style,
in her books adventure whithin a mile.
Great stories of passion, sadness and death,
and stories of guilt, beauty and mess.
Her writing, you see, is special, oh yes.
She probably has a very wide desk.
She never runs out of new things to write,
as she has seen it herself in the broad daylight.
Her creativity lasts for a super long time,
she’s artistic and wise,
line after line.
Cathy you see,
your writing is loved.
better than Twilight and all the above.
Your advice about life is wise and correct.
you help young girls with no respect.
your writing is the best
at least to me.
and that is something any others see.
I love Cathy’s books,
no shame to that!
There awesome, their cool,
and that is that.
CATHY CASSIDY ROCKS!!
Claire, age 11
The Takeover Of Darkness
My Life, a picture of lies
Filled with all that I despise.
The lies take over, that’s all I have left,
Not even simple boundaries to keep people set
On the lives that they may lead,
Oh how much darkness they will need.
You blood goes cold and your heart goes black.
On everyone, everything, you turn your back.
In the dark you shiver, your mind opens wide
And what’s this new obsession anger cannot hide?
Thoughts of disbelief circle round you’re head,
You realise a craving, of something that stains red.
We must take the blood, simple, easy and well,
From those who made your life a living hell.
Take the lives of those you despise, do it with a smile.
But crimson blood pouring in a flood, makes you run a mile.
What the heck happened? When did this occur?
Where did it come from? Secretly, you are sure.
In the mirror, staring back? Is that I?
I said this before; and said with a smile.
‘Regret is anything but good
and will shed much more blood.’
I knew you wouldn’t listen,
But how that blade did glisten.
So, dear friend, I say this in tears,
Lives were lost, such young dears.
I shed your blood, and mine is gone,
Before this night our souls brightly shone.
Was there any need?
In lies, revenge, regret or death
They all cause so much grief.
This is how my life was set,
Killed you? Revenge. Killed me? Regret.
LaLaa, age 14
THE BOY I LOVE
Crossed the finish line he falls.
I can remember helpin him
him lookin into my eyes.
I could see twinklin!
He kissed me, on my lips.
His lips so soft and tasted of cherries!
Mmmmmm…....
I smiled, he smiled, he laughed.
He turned and ran, never to be seen again!
I don’t know his name, i will never know his name!
But the memory of that day will live on forever!
If you’re out there baby,
I want you, i need you, i love you!
He will never hear what i am sayin,
In my head i know he is still there for me!
Paige, age 13
I don’t tell my parents
I don’t tell the school.
My friends will never listen
They say, “Stop being a fool.”
My foes laugh in my face
And strangers just smirk.
Nobody likes my guy
They think he’s a jerk.
Because
He doesn’t have parents
He doesn’t go to school
He doesn’t have any friends
To say “Stop being a fool.”
But I stick with him all the way
For reasons you can’t see,
So don’t you judge my guy just ‘cos
He has no one but me.
Clare, age 11
Boys are from Mars
Boys are immature
Boys are stupid
Boys are random
Boys are funny
Boys are cool
Boys are cute (apart from some!)
Boys are what make girls girls
Boys are all of those things
Boys are from Mars
But… Us girls love them!
Sophie, age 11
“K and A, you up first.”
K scans the crowd to see who she’ll pick first.
“D.” she says, not even glancing at me.
A’s next, “Hannah,”
“Anna,”
“Montana.”
Now it’s only S and me.
K doesn’t even
hesitate.
“S!” she says, a triumphant look in her eyes
A frowns, her disappointment, not in disguise.
“Lara?” she calls out.
The whispering starts, I begin to pout.
This isn’t new, no-one wants me on their team.
Because girls are just really mean.
“Lara, try and kick it in OUR goal, ok?”
“Lara sucks at sport.”
“Lara mucks everything up on the court.”
“Why do some people like her?”
“Why do they care?”
“Can’t she disappear into thin air?”
“Look at her hair,”
“Look at her clothes,”
“Have you seen where she goes?”
“I’ll tell you where I’m going,
I’ll tell you now,” I shout.
“I’m going home, you cow!”
And with that, I take a bow.
Lara, age 10
What Girls Do
A shake of the head,
A roll of the eyes,
The rumors and lies.
This is what girls do,
this is what they say.
It is like this every day.
The mothers reply,
but it is a lie.
Walking in the hall,
Taking in it all.
Everyone staring,
All this Torture I’m bearing.
No-one caring…
Lara, age 10
Good bye my friend
When you’re sad you cry
When you cry you start to weep
When you weep you give in to despair
When your friend has gone
And you feel alone
Your heart already broken breaks again
Leaving you empty and sore inside
Nothing can be done for they must go
Though I cannot abide it
My friend has now gone away forever
Never to return to me I am alone
Sadness destroying me
For seven years I have known them and
For seven years I have loved them
All I can say is goodbye today
And perhaps I will see you
But not just anywhere but in my heart
I feel my heart coming together or the part that belongs to you
I will always miss you and always love you
Though my heart will never be fully complete
Good bye my friend
Forever
Layah, age 14
A snowy poem
Snow flutters from the sky and I wonder why
The robin has so much fun and yet there’s no sun
Silently falling, it blankets the ground
Softly, so softly, without any sound
Its crystal white magic falls calmly on trees
The birds they fly south over the seas
Sprinkling to the floor
The snow covers the hilly moors
Gently it falls reaching the shores
The sheep are camouflaged against the snow
As the fire gives its warming glow
As I go to bed and put down my head
The graceful doe she softly treads
Upon glistening snow
That sparkles so
That falls with the rush
Of the rivers flow
Layah, age 14
school is finally over,
summer has begun,
time for holidays and beaches,
and lovely warm sun.
time for doing fun things,
like swimming in the sea,
and running around the beach,
thinking how good it is to be free.
but even though its summer
it doesnt mean you should forget,
to read cathy cassidys books…
SO START READING AND DONT FRET!!!
Louise, age 13
Walkin’ down the street
one sunny day
feeling like nothing’s
in my way.
No clouds in the sky
no rubbish in the street
got a fabulous feeling
from my head to my feet.
All the birds and the bees
are singing to me!
Stephanie, age 12
Sam
Sam is the boy I like
The other day he was staring at me, smiling
I think he likes me to
Summers here
He’s never in when I call for him
High School.
He goes CTC. I go Grimshaw
He was the best thing I ever saw
But it takes time for a friendship to grow
We never really had a relationship, of any sort
Of course I still like him
And I hope one day
He’ll have the same feelings for me
As I do for him
I Love You, Sam…
Sophie, age 11
Here i am,
I’m all alone,
No one to comfort me.
However i try,
To make some friends,
There’s no-one to comfort me.
Why is it me?
Why not someone else?
Please someone-comfort me!
The last hour is here,
I’ve made no progress at all,
At least now there’s someone to comfort me.
Until tomorrow.
Jessica, age 11
TEA CUPS AND WAR
We spoke around the table with tea cups in our palms
We spoke around the table, and sang of family fables
With Tea cups in our palms
We ignored the thought of war taking place in our country
We just spoke around the table, of light and old known lands
It was as if it never happened,the guns and knives in hands
It was as if it never happened, those wars in our lands
It was as if it never happened, our families set out to fight
We just spoke around the table with tea cups in our palms
Michaela, age 13
THE SEA I CALL HOME
The sea shells
The blue bells
The sea gulls
The sea swells
The light house that watches over the land
The footprints spotted over the sand
The salty spray of the sea
The reckless courage of the pier
Rotting away from the scrapes of the sea
Just like me, my old wrinkly skin
Aging as the shore goes in
My old, white toes that greets the foam
Of the sea that I call home
I will cry here, lie here, fly here, play here
This is home so I will die here
My soul will always be free
Among the ocean that calls for me
Michaela, age 13
Sometimes I cry but the tears are invisible
Sometimes I die but no one holds a funeral
Sometimes I smile but nobody cares
Sometimes I come but it’s like I’m not there.
I’m the observer, no opinion, no thoughts,
I get what I’m given and I give what I’ve got.
Clare, age 11
First Catch Your Candyfloss
Through the clouds,through the sky,
Up in the air where the birds fly high!
The candyfloss floats all around,
So high up that it’s never found!
It twists and turns, away up there
Twirling and whirling,without a care
Try as you might but you never will,
Because to catch the candyfloss you need such skill!
You can fly up in a plane,
But let’s make it perfectly plain….
As hard as you try,
You’ll never satisfy….
YOUR NEED FOR CANDYFLOSS!
Heather, age 12
Valentines Day!
The Worst day of the year!
I never get ANYTHING!!!
Nobody in my class fancies or loves me.
Everybody else gets something but me…
The ugly old ducking who nobody likes.
Let’s give it up for valentines day!
The worst day of the year.
Julia, age 10
Dreaming of you,
As I think about the future,
It wouldn’t work,
We can’t be together,
I’m gone in a fortnight,
Why did it take so long,
To realise you were perfect?
Why can’t I admit it,
why am I afraid?
It’s because of him,
the ex,
the one that’s always there,
I don’t want to hurt him,
or hurt our friendship.
What do I do?
Em, age 14
Her hair falls across her shoulders,
down to her waist,
like a dark waterfall in the moon light.
Her eyes sparkle like emeralds,
old and wise as a cats.
Her skin is like smooth porclien,
delicate and fragile, clear and pale.
She is as beautiful as any angel
and clearly not human.
Just who is this mysterious angel?
Kayrene, age 13
FREE
There’s the final bell
We shout
It rings.
We run out,
Like crazy, wild things
Laughter and yelling
Echoes down the street
Round the block
Through the town
Around the world
SUMMER.
SUMMER.
SUMMER.
And now we watch the others run,
And imagine days of sun
Long grass
Sugary pink cotton candy.
Days that nothing matters,
Days without trouble,
No bending over textbooks,
No watching the clock
Or minutes in the schoolyard
You’d rather forget.
Because none of that matters anymore
It’s summer,
WE’RE FREE.
Gabbie
if you hate your life,
and you want to have a break.
there is only one way for it to stop.
pick up a book and read!
Amaani, age 11
One fresh morning when the breeze
was mild and the grass was lush,
a row of on going trees were waving gently
as the whirring wind lapped
against their rough, gnarled bark
as if they were lining up to see
the magnificent mountain towering high
above the white clouds of cotton wool.
In the centre of a long stretch of grass
there is a small blue lake,
crystal and refreshing.
It holds a quivering reflection
of the amazing white tipped giant.
What a breath taking view.
Cerys,age 11
i am going to middle school,
scared out of my skin,
my teacher gives me a not reassuring smile
and turns her back.
i roll my eyes around the room,
they stop on a poster with the words:
STOP BULLYING in huge letters
and a drawing of a little boy
with people laughing round him.
Thats the thing,
The bullies enjoy it they think it’s fun.
It’s not for the victim.
Esmae, age 9
I’m Sorry
I’m sorry I hurt your feelings,
I’m sorry I broke your heart,
I’m sorry I didn’t know,
Because I would have been there from the start.
I’m sorry you didn’t know about,
My girlfriend-your worst friend,
I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,
And that I left it to the end.
If only you’d told me you liked me,
I wouldn’t be here right now,
Holding hands with my girlfriend,
The girl you call a ‘cow’.
Rosie, age 10
why am I?
why am I the one whos always hated?
why am I the one whos always baited?
Why do people think Im fat?
Why do people treat me like a rat?
Why do my supposed to be mates betray me?
and smell my fear
And suck out my confidence so I feel miserable?
Why did my best friend ever
Have to move and leave me alone
In this this world of terror?
Alone forever?
Its quite sad actually.
Niamh, age 11
Beau,
Sleeping Beau,
Tummy going up and down,
Breathing slowly as he sleeps,
My dog.
Cindy, age 11
Wind whitstles,
Rain rumbles,
Trees tumble,
light looms,
Flowers flop,
Ghosts grumble,
They want to change their headstones.
Cranny’s crumble,
Rabbit’s run,
Foxes fear,
Wolves wonder,
Trees topple,
Ghosts grumble,
They want to change their headstones.
Abigail, age 9
I LIKE THIS ONE BOY
I like this one boy.
He is charming and kind when he wants to be.
He always treats me with respect.
He always makes me smile when I’m near him.
He makes me laugh.
I always think of him at night.
He has asked me out twice.
But the thing is I have brothers.
And they tell things.
So until I go to secondary school
I am going to say no to him.
But there’s two more things you should know.
He can be really horrible to other people
He has anger problems.
And he’s in year eight and I’m only in year six.
Of course we’re not meant to be.
I love him so but it will never go any further
Even though we really like each other.
It is so sad things don’t work out
The way you want them to.
Tanish, age 11
S-Sun tans
U-Under the shade
M-More ice poles please!
M-Money to go on holiday
E-Excited children
R-Running about
Brooklyn, age 9
Love
Love
What is love?
A kiss?
A mars bar?
Love
Confusing
Dangerous
Scary
Love
Adoration
Divine
Gentle
Love is many things
But love is also
Me and you
But me and you is
A broken heart
Still love you babes!
Rebecca, age 10
Do you see her?
Do you see her?
The flick of a shadow?
A trick of the light?
Do you see her?
Watching you through the night?
Do you remember her?
That girl who loved you?
But you stamped on her heart
And broke it in two
Do you know?
How many hearts you’ve broken ?
The flicks of shadows?
The tricks of light?
And do you know?
How i’m watching you? Through the night?
Do you feel?
The pain you’ve caused me?
No you don’t you don’t feel
I gave you my heart in a box and the key
So when you’re next out
Look around
And about
How many tricks of the light do you see?
Rebecca, age 10
I run,I scream,taunt,
They make my life hell,
i dont know who to tell.
They push me, I fall,
They laugh because im tall,
They say if i tell something bad will happen,
I run, I scream, I taunt
They ruined my life,
I have no confidence,
Thats it i have had enough,
I will tell my teacher.
Every thing is better,
There is a boy in my who i like
He is called Shaun,
I have a friend and a life
I admit i was bullied,
Now say if your bullied,
tell someone.
You can have a life too.
Lara, age 10
i am sat there on that sad, lonley beach,
listening to the strong waves
daring to crash against the rocks.
i am imagining life how it is, how it was,
peering up into the clouds and imagining hope,
adventuring through my world,
my dream world full with happiness and laughter.
I should have guessed, should have known
that something wasnt right.
i guess i’ll never have that choice again.
i mean, i cant just turn back time
and if i could i would make the world
all that anyone has ever wanted
and make my dream come true.
But i know that i’ll never have that chance again…
Olivia, age 13
On the Plane
Flying high,
The clouds below us,
They don’t want us to leave,
Neither do we.
The sunny skies,
The rhinestoned water,
Shining in the Spanish Sun.
Land is approaching us,
Welcoming, with open arms,
Arms of sand,
Arms of sea,
It’s good to be home
But nothing beats the Spanish Sun.
Jessica, age 11
Can you see me?
He told her it didn’t work
Yes he really was a jerk
He said she wasn’t pretty enough
He wanted his girl to be seen
He found someone else a girl named Jean
So that night she walked alone
On the street she did roam
And the next day the boy got a note
“CAN YOU SEE ME?”
The dote
And the poor girls note that was written
was in blood to her smitten…
Hers.
Rebecca, age 10
A girl with dark brown hair
Is walking down the hall
Clutching a book
With her thoughts in
No one know
No one cares
What goes on in her head
In her mind
They think shes stupid
They think shes dumb
But they don’t know
Who she could be
What she is
She padds carefully along the empty hall
Not knowing
Not expecting someone wating
Not for her
But then he smiled
So she smiled
And then in a world
She doesn’t know
There is hope
Reaching a hand to help her
And to say she will survive
So smile at some one
And give them faith
In themselves
And in others.
Hannah, age 12
I have a book i call my big black book.
It is where everything in my head goes.
Where my thoughts go
Where my dreams go.
What i want to be.
What i don’t want to be.
My friends love it.
My enemys hate it.
I carry it everywhere
And write my life in it. It is my life.
Then some one found it and read it.
And took it. And i never saw it again.
Until someone dropped it from a bike.
I couldn’t see his face.
He had started writing in his hopes and dreams.
I don’t know who it was, but i realised
He needed to tell someone his thoughts
For them to acctually listen not ignore.
So listen for once and don’t ignore…
Hannah, age 12
Without You.
Without love.
Well what can i say?
I will probably cry all day.
Some say when you are with the one you love,
it feels like your up above
And when i’m with you i have to say
i feel that way.
But without you i know
that my heart will break as soon as you leave the room,
I need you for all my life,
My heart skips a beat, i’m in the spotlight.
Though your kisses are cold and hard,
When you leave is harder for me.
And though it is just the start,
I need to make you see
That without you,
There is no life for me.
Just the Emptiness is there,
This is just not fair.
Hannah, age 9
The Firework Display
SQUEAL, BANG!
I can hear the fireworks ever so clearly,
I can see the fireworks ever so brightly,
The colours are dazzling,
Ever so sightly.
People breathe in awe,
Gasping so slightly,
I just stand there,
Waiting, watching,
For I am in a trance,
I am besotted…
Megan, age 10
My Name Lydia,
A Greek Name,
People in england say its unqiue,
not very unique for me.
I’ve lived for 10 years now and so far
my curls and face cause me alot of trouble with friends.
Im a very Unlucky girl
my family are poor
My mouth causes trouble and well a bit weird
BUT..
on the other hand im a quite a lucky girl
Great writer as my teacher says,
Funny and cheeky girl
with long lush curly hair.
Everything that a girl would love.
Lydia, age 9
I am part of a trio
somtimes i feel apart
drifting on my own
I go down a black hole
and then i feel petrified
and scream
but no-one bothers to hear.
Megan, age 12
D-Dying to get out of London
I-Is falling in love
Z-Hardly ever sleeps at festivals
Z-Gets tired in the mornings
Y-Y did Storm take her away?
DIZZY!!
Olivia age 12
My best friend
She is popular, cool and funny
She brings out the best in every one
The best in me
She made me seem cool
Perky and sweet
everything im not
Then one day
She dissapered
No one knew where
I asked the teacher
She didn’t know
I wondered ten i went to her house
To find the police
My best friend had been hit down
By a car yesterday
My best friend cool and funny
Died last night on the road
Hannah, age 12
I threw all of your stuff away.
I gotta to clear you out of my head.
I take you out of my heart,
and ignored all your messages.
I tell everyone when we got through
cause I’m so much better without you.
But it’s just another pretty lie.
Cause I break down,
everytime you come around.
So how did you get here
under my skin?
I swore that I’ll never let you back in.
Should have known better
in trying to let you go,
cause here we go go go again.
As hard as i try i know i can’t quit
There’s something about you
that’s so addicting.
We’re falling together
you’d think that by now i’d know
cause here we go go go again.
Jasmine, age 11
Our relationship..
We laugh, we smile.
We have our own unique style.
Sit side by side, and joke.
Sometimes we sit there and wonder
how many people think we have more than a friendship.
But he has a girlfriend, i’m not it.
I like to think of it that way, I love him.
But hey, life is complicated, thats what he said.
He loves me like family, but me i disagree.
I want him to love me forever,
but more than family.
He loves his girlfriend, though.
And he thinks i dont know.
I try to hide my feelings
but they are very hard to hide…
The Misfit, age 13
At school,
i just can’t help
looking at him
and regreting why
i did not notice
the love till today
once,he had loved me
at that time,
he was just a nusiance
to me.
i did not care about
the fact that he
loved me.
now he has gone off
with another girl
its then i realised
how precious he was
until it was too
late
now at school i feel
the regret of why did i not chose him,
Christopher.
Sapphire, age 11
Bullys are sly
they make you die inside
your scared the pain will never end
but be strong
and fight through it with all your might
everyones here to help you
don’t worry you’ll be alright!
Megan
The Fire was burning orange and bright,
The Sparks were jumping into the night.
Crackling,spitting,hissing and popping.
Flames were leaping, dancing, sizzling and bopping.
Cathriene wheels wizzed around and around,
leaving a trail of sparks on the ground.
up go rockets way up high into the depths
Of the black night sky,
with a sizzle and all of a sudden a great big boom!!!!
Courtney, age 11
Cathy Cassidy,
A fabulous writer,
Thoughtful author,
Hoped her hair could be lighter (red),
Years of book signing.
Cathy Cassidy,
A wonderful girl,
School’s for dreaming…
Spun my life in a whirl,
Inspiring us to write,
Daydreaming star!!,
You’re a hero!
Sarah, age 12
As i walk slowly across to your grave,
i feel like running away.
i am to scared to face the truth,
you cant be gone, you just cant.
you wouldnt want me to run,
face the truth when it first happens,
you would always say to me.
Thats what brought me here,
to your grave.
I’m facing the truth.
What about me though,
what about our life and what about dad?
you left without telling me
this is where you would end up.
i kneel slowly by the grave
‘Never give up, as life is to short,
don’t hold grudges, just forgive and forget,
love yourself for who you are,
love others too, otherwise you shall regret.’
You used to say this to me every night ,
and afterwards you would say a cheery sleep tight.
I can’t hold my tears back any longer,
more memories pop into my head.
The tears roll slowly down my cheek,
fall noiselesly onto your grave.
I get up and slowly walk away,
i love you mum is all i say.
Tigs, age 13
I picture him standing next to me.
I can only wish though,
I also wanted him to be mine.
It never happened though,
as he is dating my best friend.
He is heading towards the class
i keep my head down and leave.
and now i cant help
but let the tears spill down my cheeks.
Only if..
Tigs, age 13
Summer.
I am peaceful in this old oak tree.
im not to found of heights but,
i am up quite high, no one could possibly see me.
Breathing in the cool salty air
that has blown in from the sea.
I an hear the waves rolling into shore.
I can hear those seagulls
squawking..
I can hear children laughing, screaming with joy.
I can see them, with smiles so bright.
I can see the boats way beyond the shore.
I can see partners, hand in hand,
enjoying this peacful day.
As today, is the first of day of summer,
my favourite season.
Way up in this tree i watch everyone enjoy there lives.
Teagan, age 13
I can only dream.
I dream that i am the beautiful one,
looking pretty all the time.
I dream i have long blonde curls
covering half way down my back
I dream that you and I are dancing,
everyone stops to stare.
I dream I am like her,
the one who evryone talks about.
The one everyone wants to be friends with.
But it is only a dream,
soon I awake to the real world, not a fantasy.
I can only wish that i was her.
People may talk about me,
but no for the same reason as her.
I am different, in my floral dress,
my hair hanging straight and brown down my back.
I am the tall one.
The one who doesnt wear any make up.
The one who wishes she was the girl
in the high-heels and the short skirt.
I can only dream ..
Teagan, age 13
People say im pretty
People say im not
People say im silly
People say im blonde
People say im messy
People say im a pig
People say i cant dance
or even sing
Well do you know what,
I may be pretty, i may be not,
I may be silly, I may blonde,
I may be messy and i may be a pig,
and i may not be able to dance or sing,
but i am me.
At least i dont call people names
and make judgments on what they can do,
so being me
is better than being like you.
Teagan, age 13
Liddy
My best friend is as tall as a tree
as blonde as the sun and
as amazing as a octopus!!!
when i sing she sings with me
when i dance she dances with me
when i laugh she will laugh even harder
Thats why we are
Best friends!!
Hatty, age 13
The Tear
It strolled on down my face
and fear pounded at my chest,
he’d never been this angry
he always said I was the best
So I ran away
with the tears streaming down my face
I thought I would collapse
before my mind went astray
Everyone came for me,
the police, family too
But all I needed to hear
was that apology from you
But then you came into sight
the tear stopped streaming down
You said those blessed words
And kissed me all night
Patrice, age 13
Why do they whisper
Why do they grin,
why do they judge,
Why do they sin,
Why do they push,
Why do they shout,
Why do they tease?
When no teacher’s about,
They do all these things,
they find them fun,
They do these things
when the school-bell rings,
When no-one is there,
when no one seems to care,
THEY DO THESE THINGS
JUST FOR THE FUN…
Anon, age 11
Believe
Even though its hard to believe,
your gone and you have left me,
i miss you more than i can say,
i miss you more day by day,
i know we have to face the fact,
your gone and never coming back,
i try to keep my head up high,
even though its killing me inside
my dear little dog how i miss you so,
its agony to believe you had to go
Katie, age 12
You’re “cute” and you’re smart
And you’re charming and bad
You’re popular with girls and boys
You’re never ever sad.
You’re funny and witty
And so good at sports
My friends sigh as you walk passed
In your stylish GAP shorts -
But I know the truth about you
I know what you did
How can you live with yourself?
You selfish, awful kid.
I hope time eats at you
As it goes, “Tick tock tick”
I hope you can’t sleep tonight
Because you make me sick.
Clare, age 12
Wanted
Have you seen the best writer in the world
Her second name starts with a c and so does her first name
She writes wonderful books by the looks of things
She might wear pink clothes, black clothes what ever the occasion
You might even see her in your dreams when you are asleep
Sophie
how do i love him
even if i hate him?
but every time i see his eyes
i love him
i miss him so much
even if its been just a few minutes
i wish to god he didn’t go!
Claudia, age 12
I watch her running through the woods.
Her shoe falls off and
I just know she cant run anymore.
Her hair is bright red and I feel a tingle
Run down my spine
Even my horse, midnight, seems excited.
I watch her calapse on the floor
And lean against the magical wishing tree.
I see her close her eyes and
I’m pretty sure that shes wishing something
So I take my chance and ride up to her.
She seems surprised but relieved to see me.
Myah, age 9
C – Careless Dan, angel boy,
A – Anya, Polish superstar!
T – Tutu, Jude’s little dog,
H – Hearing horsey neighs,
Y – You are amazed!
Kate, age 11
Chosen
I’m the one, who always gets picked on,
I’m the one that can’t say no.
I’m the one that’s always chosen,
But never for the right reasons.
The school gets gratified,
Who do they blame? Me.
Just because it’s me.
So what if I’m the one who’s always in trouble,
You would be too if you been through what I had.
No one helps me get over it,
My family doesn’t even know what happened.
No one knows, except one.
That girl I met at the beach.
She asked me to come with her,
I did, we talked and she
Was the one only person I spilled my secrets to.
I loved her.
Trust me, for a teenage boy
I don’t say that a lot.
We decided to go rock climbing,
She went first. Up to the top.
And disappeared,
She got to the top and jumped
Into the sea with the rocks below,
I climbed to the top and found
A note explaining what she had done,
Grief overwhelmed me.
I just about went crazy,
She had chosen me to stay with her and I’d failed.
So now you know what happened.
Can you blame me for why I’m trouble?
Tasha, age 13
Anniversary
One year.
It’s not so long.
Just a mere flash
In the eyes of the universe.
I remember…
I was standing here
In this field
Flushed,
Excited.
I was moving to year seven.
I was growing up.
I wanted to grow up with you.
And then you looked at me.
Straight at me.
And you said those horrible words.
Just Friends.
As if that meant anything.
As if the past months meant nothing to you.
As if you hadn’t kissed me.
And the journey home from school,
Was not the mad, skipping, dancing rush,
The loud, tuneless singing
With my girlfriends,
Celebrating the summer,
The gladness to be alive,
That it should have been.
It was heavy,
lonely,
slow.
I felt i had lost my identity,
As if the last fringes of my self
were being swept away by the long grass
As I walked across the field
Down the lane,
Across the road
Under the bridge
Past the shops,
Home.
This year,
The journey home
Was a mad, dancing, skipping screaming rush
Through the rain
Onto the bus
The loud, tuneless singing
To music from the back,
As we shook the rain from our hair,
And laughed as the flood
Ravaged the building.
It was how it should have been.
Back past the shops
Under the bridge
Across the road
Down the lane
Into the field
And the long grasses
Swept against my legs
And the rain poured down
And your words echoed in my head
On our anniversary.
Tricia, age 12
School’s Out
another year
has just gone by
We hardly noticed.
So much has happend
in so little time.
It’s strange to see it now.
Year seven.
Gone in a flash.
Year eight next… Who knows?
Maybe my wildest dreams will come true
Maybe everything will stay the same.
Maybe everything will change…
So quickly, that when we look round
And wonder how the days went so fast
We will think
That nothing
Has changed at all.
Tricia, age 12
Love is…
Love is a dewdrop on a blade of grass,
Love is the twinkle in the eye of an admirer,
Love is a tear shed with great joy,
Love is a dog-eared Shakespeare collection,
Love is the shimmer of the glistening sea,
Love is a biscuit, savoured by me.
Flo
Look At That Girl
Look at that girl just standing there
With her bright blue glasses, and her long brunnette hair,
Her face so pale, her cheeks so red
The parting so neat on the side of her head,
she went to her friends for the last goodbyes
before walking down the lane with a couple of sighs.
Cerys
BFF
B is for best friend
F is for fun
F is for forever…
Lilly, age 9
(this is for a best friend, Emma Bairstow)
She is the friend
who i can rely on,
we share our secrets
i know i can trust her,
i will always be there for her
We have our laughs,
we have our fights
but no matter how much
we argue i will always
be there for her
she’s clever,
intelligant,
she is strong
she puts up with things
that i just could not,
i will always be there for her
thank you Emma
for being there
for me too and no matter what
happens i will always
be there for you
Lauren, age 11
A is for always posing in the mirror
M is for making my bed in the morning
Y is for yet to tell a good joke
Amy, age 14
You.
The sound of your voice
calling my name makes my heart stop.
You grab my arm
which brings me back to life.
I look at you in awe.
No one could be more perfect than you.
You make my world spin.
You have been their for me
my whole life,
and yet it seems
you have just noticed me.
When you finally did talk to me,
i swear my world stoped.
You were the one
to fill my broken heart.
I think that I might
just actually love you.
But by now
you have orobley forgotten.
Simone, age 14
Win.
Rain pounding on my face.
Ashpult crunching beaneath my feet.
Pain shoots through my chest and legs,but that
won’t stop me from winning this race.
Help is what i need to win this race,but noone
seems to hear me cry.
Everything I do now is on my own.
All i have left ahead is a couple more feet.
Let the crowd be in awe of my record time,
Simone, age 14
That Night.
Your face shone
like a thousand stars.
Your body moved
like the branches of a tree
swaying in the wind.
You spoke to me
like choral singer.
Every look i could get of you
made my blood turn to ice.
Nobody is more beautiful than you.
That night will be the best night of my life.
Simone, age 14
The sun reflected
your shinning eyes.
The moon brought out
your silky hair
Your skin, so fair
Your body so graceful.
You’re like a bird,
following the wind,
letting it take you away,
Embracing the elements of earth
Simone, age 14
Requirements
They say:
Do this
Wear that
And act like me
Cause don’t you see
I’m where it’s at?
But I say:
I’ll do what I like
I’ll wear what I want
I’ll act like me
Cause don’t you see
Individuality’s where it’s at?
Maisie, age 11
Thinking
You sat there
Staring into space
Thinking
Thinking hard
About what I might never know
That was the last I ever saw of you
That was all I ever saw of you
But it was enough
Enough for me to realise
my true feelings
But it was too late
You’d gone
Forever
Never to return
So I sit here
Staring into space
Thinking
Thinking hard
And I think I understand
Maisie, age 11
Running away
Running away from my lair
U know I didn’t have a care
No-one knew
No-one had a clue
I knew it was wrong
Nope, my hopes were furlong
Grasping life with my hand
Along I walked near my land
Walking,talking myself
And I knew I’d put life on the shelf
You know, when I was running away.
Bryony, age 10
I’m sitting in this empty room,
staring at the wall.
I hear the soft patter,
of footsteps in the hall.
Mum must be getting snacks,
should I tell her now?
Of how my best friend hurt me,
and made us have a row?
I saw her with my boyfriend,
licking ice cream by the beach.
They’d been on the fair rides,
tanning like a peach.
I’d called her up for shopping,
she said she was at her aunts.
But I saw her at the seaside,
with my man, I had a rant!
They were snuggled on a deckchair,
My fists clenched really tight.
“Hey, my so-called best friend,”
“are you trying to start a fight?”
They sprung apart so quickly,
They saw me wiping tears.
My boyfriend tried to hug me,
“Get away!” I leered.
“I’m sorry.” she said anxiously,
I laughed right in her face.
“I’ll never ever forgive you.”
I walked away at a pace.
I removed them from my speed dial,
I decline their calls.
I ignored their SOPPY text messages,
I was too appauled.
I haven’t slept a wink at all,
But I won’t shed a tear,
They just aren’t worth it,
They aren’t how they appear.
I think I’ll give my mum a cuddle,
Before I say goodnight,
I won’t accept apologies,
I’ll get them back, give them a fright…
Lauren, age 11
Kick me under the table
Stand on my toes
Read my post-its
Talk to my foes
Sneeze on my hands
Steal my gel-pens
Grin at me randomly
Gossip to my friends
Rate me a zero
Ignore all my texts
Make fun of my clothes
Make out that you’re my ex
I know it looks bad
And none of your love shows
So you keep on talking
And act like you don’t know
Until there’s a day
My phone beeps, I read:
“I STIL LUV U HUNI
DO U LUV ME??? PLZ???”
And I’ll just reply:
(‘Cos I’m not a poet)
“IF U RELI LUVD ME
U WUDNT FEAR 2 SHOW IT.”
Clare, age 11
my poem
i think of you everyday,
i cant stand leaving school
at the end of the day,
because i have to leave you,
i love you so much,
your the best boyfriend
i could ever want,
i’m yours forever more
Hayleigh, age 11
roses r red,
vilots r blue,
cathy cassidy is the best,
and her readers r too!
Mary, age 12
Am I lost
Will I be found
where exactly am I
do you know
I’m in cathy cassidys head
helping her with her ideas
Saskia, age 11
blue eyes
strawberry-blonde hair
pale as porcleain
freckles
loves to laugh
a little weird
this is me.
love ME for ME.
take ME for who I AM
Mel, age 13
every time i see you
i can’t help but smile
When you give me random high fives
I get high hopes
your smile , your eyes
are enough to make me melt
but then I see you in the hall
hugging someone else
Anon, age 13
Destroyed Dreamer
I fiddle with my pencil,
And gaze up into space,
I think of many different ways,
On where daydreaming first took place.
The egg-bell rings and I walk outside,
Still thinking of new ways to hide,
I feel a tap on my shoulder,
And I whip around,
There she is standing,
A look of odd proud.
“hey look here,” she starts,
“Another weird Dreamer!”
Now that really hurt,
I try not to hear her.
“What a loner!” she cries,
And her friends have a fit,
Then she has one too,
Think of ways that
she can make me split.
I turn and run,
I am pretty fast,
But they gain on me quickly,
And pin me at last.
I shove and kick,
And let out a scream.
But then the bell goes,
And they stop being mean.
Another hour has past,
And I’m dreaming again,
I can’t hear the sniggers,
Coming from ‘them’.
The bell rings again,
At last school is over!
I run at full speed,
And not try to hover.
Today was the last day of school,
And I have become weaker,
Just another lost soul,
Of a Destroyed Dreamer.
Heather, age 13
Midnight Silence
I slowly toss and turn,
Inside my warm, soft bed,
I try to think of the day that’s past,
Over and over again.
I wonder why she did it?
Treated me like a worm?
I thought I was her best friend,
But I guess that I thought wrong.
I saw her do it, with my eyes,
She did not look one bit surprised,
She did it and left me there,
She knotted me up here and there.
I am not going to forgive her,
Not in one million years,
No matter what she says behind my back,
‘cause I am not all ears.
She did it right in front of me,
I almost nearly cried,
Instead I ran and hid myself,
For it was she who crushed my pride.
I guess that he didn’t expect it,
She came on way too strong,
And I know that he was scared,
And that she did something wrong.
I slowly toss and turn,
Inside my warm soft bed,
I try to forget the day that’s past,
Get it out of my head.
I listen out for something sweet,
I know it will be quite a treat,
As I listen through the Midnight Silence,
I slowly drift to sleep.
Heather, age 13
Horror Junkie
Night after night,
I curl up in my room
Curtains twitched shut
and walls shrouded with gloom
Numerous terrors
play out on the screen
Endless dark deaths
for that night’s Teen Scream Queen
I gnaw on my nails
right down to the quick
Gut clenching with nausea,
grotesquely sick
Spine prickling with fear,
that addicting drug
Filling my system,
an unmoving bug
Pumped with adrenaline,
a deep thrilled dread
Foul nightmares afresh
whirling in my head
Disk after disk,
I plough through them until
There’s no horrors left
to provide that thrill
I delve through masses
of terrors galore
Sifting through B-movies
dripping with gore
Cult-classics,
Hammers and box office flops
Riddled with terrible acting and props
But they fuel my hunger,
passion and fear
They represent all the things I hold dear
So whether they’re new, or from ages gone
Good bad or freakish,
I love every one
Rachel, age 14
Love is like chocolate,
Love is like sweets,
I am mad about love,
And I love to Love!
How can we stop Love,
From fading in the darkness?
We cannot, and never will…
SO LET LOVE CONTINUE!!
Isobel, age 10
Lightning strikes twice
In thunderstorms only
Great damage can be done
Heavy rain also pours down
To be careful also be safe
No one who won’t think will get hurt
I hope you will be careful
Now i am going to…
Go,so be careful,Be safe
Jessica, age 11
Footsteps
I walked quckly,
as swift as a bird,
I turned around
as soon as soon as i heard,
The footsteps and breathing
behind me,
But when i turned
there was nothing to see!!!
The breathing continued
so i walked no more,
I ran until my face hit the floor!
An ugly,
scared face loomed in my eyes!
I was scared out of my wits,
it had taken me by surprise!
I tried to scream
but nothing would come out!
There was a man beside me,
short and stout,
They picked me up and took me away,
I am still with them,even today!
(Not a true story!!!)
Victoria, age 11
Shadows of my heart
The holes on my wings
Remind me of something
I remember long ago
When I was happy
When I had a heart beating
and the blood thick
And my wings black as night
My halo fell and gone forever
My eyes smeared with tears
My life crashing down
My heart turned to black
and shadows all around it
My wings bent and torn
Shadows and memories
can never touch that day and time
Of what happened to me
It won’t change any thing
Not now not forever
I have to stay like this forever
With out the memories
Amy, age 15
Why?
You told me
I was the best thing
that ever happened to you,
But then you broke my heart in two.
I loved you still,
and i probley always will.
I took you back,
and you did the same old drill.
In my heart,
you will always be the boy
who takes my breath away,
makes my heart skip a beat
and made all those butterflies
go away.
All those times you broke my heart,
made me spend those loney nights crying.
Only in fact made me stronger.
And one day you will look back
and think about why you lost t
he best thing ever.
and I’ll come back
because i love you.
always have and forever
i will.
Simone, age 14
Right at that moment
i knew that there was
going to be something
And there was this feeling
that made my whole world stop
Please tell me
that this feeling wont go away.
He smiles and my heart just stops
But then i realize
that he was looking at someone else.
Anybody could see
that he was in love with someone
else expect me.
Nobody likes you more
than i do,
and you will never know that.
Time will pass by,
but my love will get stronger
And whenever you realize
that we were meant to be
just talk to me.
Don’t ever say that your unloved
because i love you.
Our friendship is great
but it’s not what i want.
So open your eyes and like me,
because i LOVE you.
Simone, age 14
The one
Could you be the one?
You never stop smiling
when you see me.
You always play jokes on me.
I feel like where the only two people
on earth when you talk to me.
You ask me whats wrong
when I’m feeling blue.
Could you be the one?
You’re the one!!!
“Hey, boy, I think you’re the one!”
Sophie, age 11
The only one for me!!!
Some are cute
Some are kind
Some are cool
Some are funny
But your the boy for me
Your all of these things
And more
Your the boy for me
When you turn around in class
And tell me something funny
Your eyes sparkle
I don’t really listen
I’m really in a trance
In love with you
I just laugh with you
Your the boy for me
But you love that girl
In the class next door
I don’t care
Cuz’ you can still love me too
So I’m gonna take a chance
And ask you out for the YR6 prom
Cuz’ your the boy for me
Bet you don’t know
What I daydream about
Me and you, yeah
Me and you!
You’re everything
Everything I want
You’re all a girl could ever ask for
Your the boy for me
But, were going to different schools
I could get your address
But what if it’s far away
I could get the bus
But my mom wouldn’t let me
I’ll think of something
Anything to get you
To get you to go out with me
Cuz’ your the boy for me
I’ll always love you
No matter what
I know were just friends
but someday I hope
we can be something more,
way more then that!
You’re the boy for me
You always will be
And I’ll never forget you
No matter what happens
Whether we go to different schools
Or if you move away
I’ll never forget you
No matter what
Because
Your the boy for me!!!
Sophie, age 11
The Beautiful Ogre
Mum says my hair is curly and red,
unusual and pretty.
Mum says my eyes are brown
and twinkly striking and beautiful.
Mum says my height is short and sweet,
girly and cute.
Mum says my freckles are a sign
of beauty, tiny bouncing dots.
Mum says my glasses make me ‘me’,
show off my eyes.
Mum says by figure is curvy and bouncy,
lovely and smooth.
Mum says my smile is pearly and white,
glinting and wide.
Mum says my style is hip and original,
cool and colourful.
They say my hair is frizzy and ginger,
huge and weird.
They say my eyes are ugly and colourless,
tiny and pug like.
They say my height is tiny and tot,
mousy and freaky.
They say my freckles are holes
in my face, disgusting blobs.
They say my glasses make me four-eyed,
show of my ‘puggies.’
They say my figure is big and fat,
mountains of flesh.
They say my smile is yellow and buck,
stolen from Bugs Bunny.
They say my style is ancient and terrible,
second-hand rubbish.
Who should I believe?
Lauren, age 11
Sighing
is all there is left to do.
Sigh
in sympathy when he doesnt care.
Sigh
in pain when he thinks of you
as you wouldn’t expect him to.
Sigh
at home when things go very wrong.
Sigh
in the shower when you’ve had enough.
Sigh
in your bed when you wish life was over.
Sigh
when you want to start again.
Sigh
at your mistakes.
Sigh
after crying.
Sighing is all there is left to do..
when your not living a perfect life.
Reema, age 15
Dizzy, Indigo, Hannah.
Dizzy’s mum left
when she was small.
now twelve, standing tall.
but when her mum finally comes,
the police are involved
and mum’s on the run.
Indigo has to move.
her mother likes blue.
but when she goes
to the flat from hell,
the friend ship has sailed.
how could max do such a thing,
no wonder they were moving.
There was a girl called Hannah,
her friend joey got a new brother.
with a chocolate bar and a bike.
Kit and Joey go out at night.
young love and magic and cats.
hanah’s friend ship is sinking,
OH RATS!
Hannah, age 9
There’s no place in the world
for happiness,
No place in people’s hearts
for love,
No place in anyone’s minds
to care,
In the night,
only nightmares.
Not a word of comfort,
Not a deed of love,
If only I could contact the angels,
Up in heaven above.
I spend my time helping,
In whatever way I can,
Comforting somoene whose crying,
Planting saplings on barren land.
The dark nights I spend praying,
For no more broken hearts,
For alcohol and divorce to be banned,
For friends to never part.
Wishing on every shooting star,
Distracting myself
from my own problems,
Tryig to believe in magic.
Maia, age 14
The House Where I Live
In the house where I live,
Friendly words are few,
There’s noone to turn to,
For nobody cares for you.
The crying
is as frequent
As the breathing.
My crying smudges the ink
On my homework sheet.
In the night,
I’m trying to cry myself to sleep,
Trying to draw comfort
From the warm, salty tears.
Trying to confide
in the lifeless Barbie dolls,
Stiff and lacking sympathy,
Trying to block the shouting,
to be grateful that I at least
have a roof over my head.
This is ‘the house where I live.’
But it isn’t HOME…
I wonder where home is?
Maia, age 14
Evertime i see you,
I become sad,
Coz i cant win your love,
& I become mad,
Coz i am madly in love with you.
I dont know how you feel about me,
& I wont know till i enter your heart,
& you dont know how much i love you.
maybe oneday you’ll know,
What love really means…
Love is everything in the world,
You’ll do anything for love
You’ll travell for love
You’ll fight for love
You’ll end your life
just for love
but out love wont end….
i love you
Lina, age 12
More love i give
Enjoyment fills us both
A relasionship between us
Never ending love
Dancing on are first date
Your eyes look into mine
Our never ending love
Unitied together forever.
Annabelle, age 11
we’re not part
of a gang
I am yin
you are yang
Dress in the
same type style
we can’t cope
in single file
Sometimes one
can be ill
Still one is Jack
And one is Gill
You can be mad
in things you do
But i’m insane
over YOU!
Cerys, age 13
I Am Without
I am a singer
Without a song
I am a book
Without any words
I am a lamp
Without any light
I am a tree
Without any leaves
I am a school
Without any children
I am a window
Without any view
I am a forest
Without any trees
I am the sky
Without the sun
I am the sea
Without the water
I am the night sky
Without the stars
I am a broken heart
And I’m empty without you
Maisie, age 11
Understanding
I was only little
When you died
Too young to understand
Too young to feel sad
I forgot you
I moved on
As is the way of children
But now
On your birthday
I stand in front of your grave
And cry
I cry for hours
Just sitting here
Feeling sad
Weeping in the moonlight
Gazing at the star
I thought was you
How come it wasn’t like this
when you died?
Why do the memories only haunt me
when you’re long gone?
I thought I’d forgotten
I thought I’d moved on
I was under the impression
I could cope without you
You died
I didn’t understand
But I grew up
Now I do understand
And because I know
what really happened
Not the lies I was made to believe
Some people say
growing up was a blessing
The knowledge a gift
For me it was a curse
The knowledge
an unjustified punishment
If I had known that
Knowing the truth
Not the fantasy
Would hurt this much
I wouldn’t have tried so hard to learn
Maisie, age 11
Everyday I miss you
You cheered me up
when something happened
Words will never explain you
I loved you
I looked after you
You made me the most alive
girl in the world
I need you right now
Right next to me
You smile at me
That made my heat beat
You had the most amazing green eyes
That I adored
Your brown hair that ticked my chin
That made me laugh
It’s just a memory now
I miss you so much
But I will never forget you
You made me smile
You made my life alive again
But one day I will see you
Up there in the clouds
With you holding my hand
Forever
I still have the things you gave me
Our photos your bottle of aftershave
And the locket you gave me
Two little pictures of you and me
Your smile is all I can see
And the words ‘I love you Amy’
I will always hear
But now I must move on
I will never forget you
Not now not in a week
Never
I miss you
And I will see you one day
With you saying those words
And you smiling at me
Amy
She is in America
I am in the UK
But that doesnt effect us
We both daydream evey day
We laugh together
And we also cry
I still cry about the day
we had to say goodbye
We were nextdoor neighbours
And we had so much fun
In year 3 the talent show we won
We see each other
on webcams and stuff
And we visit once a year
with a bit off luck
We write and we text all year long
Sometimes we are so happy
we even break into song
We will be best friends
untill the earth starts to stop
Leila my friend
I miss you such alot!!!
Rebecca
The Little Girl
The little girl leaned out the window
Waving to her mum
She did not understand the fact
Why everyone was glum
She shouted out “I love you mummy”
Thinking she would be glad
But then her mum started sobbing
And the little girl felt bad
Eventually the big white van
Was gone into the sun
Then her father said too brightly
“Well let’s have some fun”
At the dining table that night
They all picked at their food
The pasta sauce was rubbery
Even if they were in the mood
The next few nights
their food was scarce
And simply of bad quality
So the little girl she nicked some change
And said “It’s up to me”
Being just a young girl,
She couldn’t catch a bus
And when she walked down the street
The ladies made a fuss
“Where is your mother?”
They all asked her leaning in quite near
The young girl told them she had gone away
“Well don’t worry dear.”
They told her they’d have her
Safe at home by four
But she simply told them
“I’m headed for the store”
The woman stood there baffled
That such a small young girl
Could be just so grown up
And be gone in just a twirl
She skipped and hopped and ran and jumped
All the way to the corner shop
She bought good food plus a treat
For herself a pink gumdrop
When the girl arrived home
With her groceries
No body had noticed her leave
Or come in with a breeze
She didn’t know what to do
Now she had the goods
My, this is like a tale she thought
We hear in our childhoods
She remembered of old stories
Her mother used to tell
Of how a little princess
Had to make her family well
She thought my family is not sick
As such there on the couch
But in a way they were
Always sitting with a slouch
She decided to call one of her friends
Mothers who arrived
And the little girl suddenly felt
Of a mother so deprived
The girl had always pondered
How could she just fix things
But sometimes, she then realised
To seek help from other beings
When she went to visit
Her mum who was in a bed
Her family told her mum
What she’d done and kept unsaid
She hadn’t asked for glory
She hadn’t asked for a prize
But in a way she got one
For their smiles and their cries
So seeing as this is a tale
I must come away from the laughter
And tell you quite sincerely
They all lived happily, ever after.
Veronica, age 13
black,
the colour if darkness,
wimpers in the purple ray of the sun,
beating down heavily
as the sades get doomed,
black no more to be seen,
been weighed down
into the shadowed meadow
of the graveyard beyond,
cold and bare no were to go
it is black
and cant be controlled
Alix, age 11
Understanding
I was only little
When you died
Too young to understand
Too young to feel sad
I forgot you
I moved on
As is the way of children
But now
On your birthday
I stand in front of your grave
And cry
I cry for hours
Just sitting here
Feeling sad
Weeping in the moonlight
Gazing at the star
I thought was you
How come it wasn’t like this
when you died?
Why do the memories only haunt me
when you’re long gone?
I thought I’d forgotten
I thought I’d moved on
I was under the impression
I could cope without you
You died
I didn’t understand
But I grew up
Now I do understand
And because I know
what really happened
Not the lies I was made to believe
Some people say
growing up was a blessing
The knowledge a gift
For me it was a curse
The knowledge an
unjustified punishment
If I had known that
Knowing the truth
Not the fantasy
Would hurt this much
I wouldn’t have tried
so hard to learn
Maisie, age 11
They Say, I Say
They say:
Do this
Wear that
And act like me
Cause don’t you see
I’m where it’s at?
But I say:
I’ll do what I like
I’ll wear what I want
I’ll act like me
Cause don’t you see
Individuality’s where it’s at?
Maisie, age 11
Screaming
I scream
As the world explodes
The ceiling falls in
I scream
As the sky lights up
With the lights of enemy planes
And everyone else is dead
And no one understands
I was close to screaming
When I walked down the corridor at school
And everyone gave me dark looks
As if it were my fault my family was dead
As if I could have stopped the unstoppable
I scream
As I remember that day
When the pain hurt so much
But you hug me close
And the memories fade again
I stopped screaming
Even though the memories hurt
When you looked at me
You gave me hope
You made the screaming stop at last
Maisie, age 11
Here I am
Walking into school,
Staring at you,
Just me- the fool,
Sick of crying in the loo,
There she’s standing
There with you
There she’s standing
What should I do?
Then I walk up to you…
“Look at me
What do you see
What colour are my eyes
as blue as the sea yeah
Here I am
Do you understand
Here I am
Cos I understand
Do you
Please tell me,oh
Do you ooooohhh
Here I am
My fears locked inside me
Here I am
With you here to guard me”
Ohhhhhhh
My guardian angel
Ohhhhhhh
My protective angel…
Emma
P.S.
This song is dedecated to a special boy called Tom
Emma, age 11
Happiness
Happiness is something
that is on the inside,
When you smile,
there are still so many feelings
you can hide.
Happiness is love,
happiness is joy
Happiness is when a girl
meets the perfect boy.
Jessica, age 12
When you went
When you went
you left a hole in my heart,
When you went
i knew you were never coming back,
Our family isn’t complete
now your gone.
In the night
I cry myself to sleep,
I want you back,
but i know you can never come back.
I want you to know one thing,
you were the best uncle in the world
and you will never be forgotten,
you were loved more than you know.
Ellie, age 13
You
When I was down
you were there,
You support me
through the tough times,
You make me laugh
so much i cry.
When we met,
it was the best thing
that happened to me.
Thanks for being there
for for me when i have had hard times,
You lot are the best.
I love you all so much!
All I can say is…
you are all the best and thank you!!!
Ellie, age 13
MY FAMILY…
My Mom is a drunk
and my dad drives a car
my brothers a punk
and my aunt owns a bar
My sister likes shops
(thats where she spends all her time)
She steals lolly pops
is that a crime?
My uncle works hard
i think on the docks
my cousin in a factory
making wall clocks
Uncle Jim is a farmer
who has many sheep
who just met Palmer
who’s foreign and never has a sleep.
Aunty Jane is a cook
Cousin Laura is too
Milly an Tilly love how they look
Especially when theyre with their little crew.
I have many more members
who ive decided il name
there is Kimmy and Kerry
and Heather and Jane
Jimmy and Paul
and Liam and Wayne
Mickey and Nicky
and little baby Kade
and Peter who
likes to sit in the shade.
Theres also Faye and Anne
and Emily and Emma
and last but not least there is
Kay and Gemma
I Have a big family dont you think?
Want to know more about me
lets have a drink.
Gayle, age 14
As I see my people
i cry tears of blood
which makes my country flood.
I understand the pain
because its still in my vein.
I will have to open the door
to heaven soon
which I do not fear my dear.
My spirit will go up gently
but in a state to know
my people are dying.
My moment has come
i ask god to welcome me
into his house
i go in peace
but still knowing
my people are suffering.
Shredha, age 10
Dedicated to my Grandad,
wherever you are.
I was only a baby
when you passed away,
And even though your gone,
we still think about you today.
On your birthday,
we go to your grave and pray,
that your in better place,
but we wish that
you could have tried to stay.
You never knew me,
I never knew you.
The only thing you knew about me
was that you once held me,
when I was only two.
I always hear my Mum,
crying at night.
I know that she misses you alright.
She says that you called her lovey.
I miss you,
I love you,
even though I never knew you.
Why didn’t you stay,
Why didn’t you stay for me?
That last night in the hospital,
You were hugging me.
And then you told me that you loved me.
Then you closed your eyes,
and passed away.
Lara, age 10
The Frienship Ride
I was clever,
but misunderstood,
Alicia couldn’t figure out
where she stood.
Tia was popular,
but hurt inside,
Cass didn’t know better,
and wasn’t enjoying her ride.
Bella was snobby,
and meanness was with her.
Lily was too friendly,
and people used her.
Amee was in the A-crowd,
and didn’t have time for her real friends,
Ally was changing friends
because friendship, she lends.
I was clever, but misunderstood,
And I tried everything I could.
But I’m still chasing a tail
of broken friendships,
And stuff I don’t mean
comes out of my lips.
My friends got me
through my wimpy side.
And I’ve enjoyed the ride.
But all my friends
are moving onwards,
But me?
I’m moving backwards.
I’m back to the wimpy girl
I used to be.
Small and sad and lonely.
Girls change their friends
like they change their clothes.
And after they have rows…
I’m lost and alone,
Using a quiet tone.
Insults and looks.
Back to hiding in the library
reading fiction books.
I had hopes,
I had dreams,
But they all run down my cheeks
in tearful streams.
So I’m back to me,
The crying, wimpy me.
But I thank my old friends,
For the ride,
While I stayed by their side.
But for me, it’s over,
and I ruined it,
So keep your candle burning,
for it won’t be re-lit.
Lara, age 10
(this is a song i wrote
when i couldn’t work with my friends)
I lost my Friends,
I’ll wait to the end,
of a rainbow
I’ll probably never find.
its so unfair,
I wish i weren’t there,
So just please,
move me now
Emma, age 11
Books are a door
to a whole new world,
Open them up
and your imagination is the key,
Ride a pink Cadillac round the city,
Or surf the Bahamas sea with dolphins,
All you need to do is close your eyes
and keep your mind wide open.
Imogen, age 13
Stalker of the Night
(A Sonnet about the moon)
Every single night
it is always there,
Hanging far up in the black,
darkened sky,
Casting down, a bright,
searching silver stare,
A glowing sphere of light,
up on high,
From dusk till dawn,
so long has it waited,
It is silent, still,
yet always chasing
My stomach lurches,
my breath is baited,
My hands are frantic,
my is mind racing,
My fears will cease,
when come morn’s first light,
But no-longer can
I bare this any more,
My living nightmare,
stalker of the night,
I stare up fiercely,
I can’t ignore!
But a pale controller
isn’t what I find,
I see the moon,
its beauty, defined.
Beth, age 13
Music can change you,
It can make you smile,
The tempo may differ,
Every once in a while,
There are strings and percussions,
There are vocals and brass,
And sometimes the cymbals
make a very loud crash!
Evie, age 13
Why did I never see it before?
The boy I adore
was right in front of my eyes,
I ask myself why
why it took long to realise,
that your the one I want
for the rest of my days,
I feel so happy knowing
that you are mine
every time I look you in the eyes,
I want to be the person you need,
I find it hard to believe,
that someone like you would like me,
but I feel so happy knowing its true.
Alex, age 15
Pretty,
Gorgeous,
White and pink,
Looks like snow,
Around in spring.
Around for a while,
Blows in the breeze,
Can get annoying,
But very pretty.
Very busy,
Rushing round,
Oh No it has gone,
It must be summer.
Katie, age 10
I re-homed a rabbit yesterday
Finally my dad said okay
But am I just doing this to replace
My old rabbit
Just like a bad habit
The human race
Has the easy solution
to whatever wrong
Swiping the problems under the rug
Then fixes it with a quick hug
Yesterday I re-homed a rabbit
It has a strange habit
Of eating toast, at night
What a strange sight
Kracker has the whole garden as his run
He can’t help but have fun
What a lucky rabbit he is gonna be
But why am I re-homing him
is it for him or is it for me?
Hollie, age 14
I wish for a sparkle,
To appear in your eye.
I wish for your happiness,
And hope it’ll never die.
I wish for your passion,
Waving like the sea.
I wish for your love,
And all that you can be.
Katherine, age 13
BULLIES
You purse your lips
and shake your head,
But you just want to cry instead.
The names that you
can hear always
Will give you nightmares
(night AND day).
The sneering face,
the hateful smile
The days that stretch
on for a mile.
It seems that
everywhere you turn
There’s someone else
who’ll never learn.
But just know you’re the better one,
The hero here,
the rising sun,
Although it seems like
YOU’RE the devil,
You’ll never sink
to a bully’s level.
Clare, age 11
Just for Me
Tell me you love me,
Even if it’s a lie,
Just say the words,
And look into my eyes,
Play along with my game,
Pretend that it’s real,
Forget all your emotions,
And fake how you feel,
I don’t care if
when you kiss me,
It doesn’t feel right,
Just kiss me anyway,
And hug me real tight,
Tell me you love me,
I can pretend that it’s true,
Just say the words,
And we’ll make it through.
Anon, age 13
My Sun
You are my raging ocean,
My wild hurricane,
My burning hot volcano,
My lightning in the rain,
You are my thunder,
Echoing through the dark,
And you are my tsunami,
Scaring even the sharks,
You are my shooting star,
Unpredictable and rare,
And you are my waterfall,
Running free with out a care,
If my heart was the ice caps,
Just look at what you’ve done,
Forget all that other crazy stuff,
Because you’ve become my sun.
Zoe
sometimes
Sometimes im gorgeous.
somedays I look nice
Other days I look and feel
Like I should pay the price
Is ugliness a sin?
Or is simply right
Would it be wrong?
To assume
That I could see the light
My powdered skin so delicate
And lips so red and fragile
Like blood against
a white foreground
And my body be curvy but agile
I love myself everyday
Whether be good or bad
If you see me from the inside
You would thank that you really had.
You’re the best friend I have ever met
I love you through thick or thin
You didn’t judge my cover
You read what was within
Jayde, age 12
Out of a tree,
Straight onto my head.
Owow, it hurts,
Must go to bed.
Didn’t wake up,
I must be dead.
Went up to heaven,
Joined my mate Fred
Jessica, age 12
I am a girl
I am aged 12
I have a fish and a budgie
I have a pet called Spiny Van Crumpet
I am a sister to 2 brothers
I am a daughter
I am a granddaughter
I am a student
I am me
Jessica, age 12
ELEVEN TIMES
I’m sitting
on the edge
of her bed
My sister
and she’s
telling me
She says
that she
screwed
him around
screwed
it all up
she tells me
how many
times
she
cheated…
silence
I love
love
love her
and she
says she
hates
herself
another
girl…?
I
woundn’t
understand
but
she is
my sister
and I love
love
love her
The girl with the thorn in her side, age 13
A friend
I look for you
Near & Far
I can’t See You
What the…
I have had a tough day
Thats what I wanted to Say
I wanted you to be there
And that was that!
But
Your not here
and your not there
I cant see you
anywhere
i just needed to say
Thank you
You have been true
where in the world
did I find you?
I thank him upstairs
and all around us
For
When I look for you
Your were right here
Salina, age 15
Shannon is my best friend,
She took me as her mate,
puppy fat and pig tails,
used to be my look,
but now i am so different,
good figure and mini skirts,
Shannon is every boys dream,
they all fall to her feet,
exept a boy I now know,
A boy called Sam Taylor,
plays the sax and more,
lives on a boat, amazing,
he loves me and I love him,
but he doesnt know,
well know he does,
I have dumped Shannon,
I have the best friends,
why did I like Shannon,
she controlled me,
now I love my new life,
Sam, Emily and me.
By Ginger Snaps (Alice)
Alice, age 11
The One..
The one who I look at in class,
Instead of geography,
“I think I’ll pass”,
The one who walks past
and I blush,
When I see you,
I turn to mush,
The one with dreamy eyes,
Listen up, no more lies
...The one is you,
You’re the one,
You don’t like me,
yet I see you stare,
During science,
during literacy,
Anything else,
I see you glancing at me.
I take my chance
and ask you out,
You say you’ll think about it,
I just pout.
Very next day,
You say “Okay.”
Out to town,
To the movies,
You’re the clown,
But I Love You
Mollie, age 11
cathy cassidy
creative
amazing
thoughtful
how to express ?
you’re so cool
crazy
awesome
super
sonic
ideal mom
drive readers crazy
you really rock
Shirleen, age 11
The mermaids
Swimming through the water,
Jumping over waves,
Collecting pearls from giant clams
and hiding them in caves,
Swimming with the dolphins,
Playing with the fish,
Sitting where they like to sit
and making a magical wish
Watching children on the beach,
Having great fun,
sitting down to a picnic
with sandwiches and buns!
Jess, age 11
Yay I’m ginger
I think its the best
People always stare
at my red hair
I enjoy it
But some people
are to jeouse
to addmitt
and laugh at our
amazing moves
i’m a ginga ninja
So just stop winga!
Stephanie, age 12
a friend is someone who loves you
no matter how crazy you are
an enemy is someone who hates you
no matter near or far
a friend will last forever
an enemy will grow up soon
but today just say i love you
to all the fab friends you have
Emily, age 12
Bad Friends and Good Friends…
Friends look out for you,
Friends are meant to care,
But one day when I turned up,
she wasnt there.
So what was I meant to do?
Call her and ask why?
But then I realised
that I was just too shy.
I went to school the next day.
But what was I to say?
I walked up to her,
and looked her in the eye.
She walked off laughing,
thats when I started to cry…
There are bad friends
and good friends,
but just make sure
you choose the right ones…
Lauren, age 12
Friends
What are friends?
Friends are those
who don’t forget you,
When your down
they cheer you up
so that your feeling much better,
They are always with you
every minute and every second,
When your in any sort of trouble
they’ve always got your back,
They make you laugh…
They make you happy…
They make you feel very important…
And that’s why friend’s are very important,
to everyone…
Sahima, age 12
Scarlett
S – she’s bad full of mysterious idea’s
C – can’t help that she’s in love with Kian
A – action and drama is all her
R – random girl
L – learn’s to be nice
E – education is not her thing
T – travel’s alot at the lough
T – time passes quickly when she’s with Kian
Sahima, age 12
Trapped from society
Cramped in a corner
In the silent moonlight
My shadow creeps away from me
as I curl into a tiny ball
When wiil my mother come for me?
Im scared.
Anneliesse, age 13
Acrostic Poem…
C – is for clever
A – is for artistic
T – is for traveller
H – is for honest
Y – is for young
Sahima, age 12
Money!!
Money,
money you can spend
Big flat screen tv’s,
hot tub’s and everything else you want
If you’ve got the money
don’t ever ask how much it is
Because it’s what you want
Sahima, age 12
Shopping…
Girly, girly’s go to shopping
Make-up, perfume and clothes
Pinks their colour, everyone loves it
Let’s enjoy it come on
Sahima, age 12
Tom
This writing is real life,
About a boy called Tom,
From darlington first orchestra,
curly hair handsome face,
I found myself in a faze,
my heart soon broke
for a week ago he was in the heart
of another girl called Alix
I wish I could tell him how I feel
but I guess I am
an owner of a lonely heart
THIS IS REAL LIFE I AM NOT LYING
Emma, age 11
My friends say
They want a boy whos cute,
They don’t want a boy whos on mute,
They want a boy with blonde lush hair,
But with the hair i don’t really care,
They want a boy whos tall,
But i want a boy who
would catch my personality
when i fall.
Hannah, age 12
School’s so boring,
I hate all the subject’s,
English, maths, science
and the rest of the subjects,
Teacher’s are annoying,
They drive me bonkers,
Detention is the worst
i hate it so much,
After school i’m staring at the clock,
The teacher’s giving me
a big lecture about
how much i don’t work,
Come on clock,
tick tock tick tock,
All night i revised my lesson
because i didn’t want detention
again and again,
I went into school the next day,
My teacher checked if i’d learnt
my homework and she also tested me,
She was so proud
she gave me a golden star,
When i showed home
my parent’s said OH WOW!!
Sahima, age 12
The Girl Who Walked
She stands in the corner,
An observer,
Not a talker.
A waiter,
Not a walker.
Burrowing herself
Within herself,
Who is going to find her?
Will anyone be kind to her?
If she was just to fade away,
What would people really say?
Would they notice,
Would they care?
The quiet girl
With the curly hair,
The one that sometimes
stood right there,
Waiting for someone to care.
If she was to fade away
Like drizzling rain on a windy day,
Would she be missed?
This lonely girl
Who’s never been kissed.
Never been someone’s
something special,
Never had a home
for her heart to nestle.
A girl who’s heart
has never been broken.
It’s always been that way.
Ever since the day
She opened up her eyes and saw
The world was not the place for her.
She stands in the corner,
An observer,
Not a talker.
And then she thinks,
why must I wait another day?
My life will always feel this way.
She turns on her heel and walks away.
Before she left with no goodbye,
To watch the world from way up high,
Little did the shy girl know,
There was someone here below,
Who could have
made her whole world glow,
If she just gave it one last go.
Julia, age 14
Second Best
She sits at home
And wonders why
She’s there again,
Facing her PC again,
Sitting on her own again,
Pretending it’s okay again.
She sits at home
And starts to cry,
She’s here again,
Wiping off her tears again,
Breathing through the pain again,
Wishing she could change again,
Hating who she is again.
She sits at home,
Lets out a sigh.
She’s in again,
They’re out again,
They can fall in love again,
They can make new friends again,
Knowing she’ll be there again,
When everything turns sour again,
But until then,
She’s alone again,
Sitting in her room again,
Waiting for her friends again,
To come back home to her again,
When they lose
The fools they choose
They’ll think
“I guess, I go back to my second-best.”
Julia, age 14
La La Land
Jumping on a staircase
best friend on hand
I ride on a black horse
On my way to La La Land
I can wish, but it can’t come true
I can gallop,
but I’ll be pulled back to you
It belongs to a feeling
Like a blink of an eye
The staircase, it belongs
to you and I.
Jumping on a staircase,
best friend in hand
Caught in a moment
trapped in La La Land.
Kate, age 11
If you were an animal what would you be?
Would you soar like the eagle?
Laugh like the kookaburra?
Sing like the bluebird?
Would you roar like the lion?
Run like the cheater?
Purr like the cat?
Would you bark like the dog?
Croak like a frog?
Swim like a fish?
If you were an animal
what would you be?
Would you choose
the dominant of all creatures?
Or would you choose what best suits you?
If I were an animal.
I would squeak like the mouse.
Brynnagh, age 13
Mr Perfect Ben
Trying, trying,
and trying More,
I just can’t get it Wright,
It just won’t work,
even When
I try with all my might.
Frustration burns me
Eating me up,
As I try again,
But I am doomed to fail,
Unlike Mr. Perfect Ben
Ashley, age 11
Not Well
There is nothing much worse
than being unwell,
Medicine, pills and horrible gel,
‘Open wide’ says the doctor,
‘come on, let me see’,
Out comes the hammer then
BANG! on the knee
Charlotte, age 12
The Phoenix
The fire is a phoenix,
roaring and red.
As the fire is being lit
he bows his graceful head.
He dances in the grate all day,
sometimes just wondering what to play.
With his ragged teeth
and white-hot paws,
hour upon hour he playfully gnaws,
at fallen coals so ashen and burning.
The fire-phoenix caws,
as the winters day is turning.
And as the night wind roars,
the fire-phoenix settles.
Head between his paws,
he begins to snore.
Awoken briefly by a mouse,
he sniffs and sighs
at the sleeping house.
But as the summers coming by,
and wispy clouds settle in the sky.
the fire phoenix hibernates,
Till autumn comes on his shiny skates.
I’m Emma
i’m from Manchester
and i wrote this
beacause i felt like it!!!
Emma, age 11
KARMA HATES ME
Karma likes to throw me in a ditch,
And just when I’m trying
to get back up,
She kicks me down again.
I hear more bad news,
One after the other.
Karma gives me a day or two,
To recuperate,
Then she kicks me again.
She kicks my heart,
It rips,
And tears,
Until it’s shredded to pieces.
Sorry to tell you this Karma,
You’ve destroyed my heart.
I don’t have the right sort of mind,
To deal with all this crap
you throw at me.
So Karma,
Why don’t you just go away?
Go back where somebody wants you.
Are You Happy Now?
Because Karma,
You Really Must Hate Me.
Gaia, age 13
Boys
It’s the topic of every subject,
Who love’s who?
I don’t really like him,
Don’t you know he fancies you?
Of course I like one boy,
Everyone round here does,
But I’m not sure if he loves me back,
As much.
All my mates say he likes me,
But he’s to shy to show,
If he was really that funny,
confident boy I like,
Why won’t he let me know?
Or maybe boys are cunning,
Know how to wind you up,
If they think you like them,
They’ll let you lap it up.
Boys, what are they?
Rosie, age 10
What is love?
Love is when you love someone so much
You don’t want to let go
Never thinking of the future
Never thinking of the past
Letting it flow as it comes
Like a river
Taking you at a pace
Not to fast
not to slow
sometimes you take control
Some times the river
Some times your man
So when you think about it
What is love?
Is it something you need
Or something that comes naturally
But when you find out
Keep it to yourself
‘cause each partnership is different
But each is equally important!
Lucy, age 11
I am on a boat, drifting on the ocean.
Its beautiful were i am,
i can hear the waves
crashing against the boat
something or someone has upset the sea,
but what?
The seagulls sooth me
soon i am asleep,
i am in the water, i have a tail and a fin,
i am a dolphin
exploring the wonders of the ocean;
I see the many different coloured fish in the sea,
suddenly i get caught in a net
i am scared, i am being pulled out of the water.
then i wake up.
it’s raining and i am cold
but i just smile and
enjoy the great view i have of the world!
Emily, age 11
When I look at him
I can’t help but remember
everything that happened between us.
Everything that could have happened
and never did.
And yes, I regret it all.
He walks into the room.
I look away, leave the room
without a second glance
at the person who
could have been mine,
and before I know it
the tears start rolling
down my cheeks again.
What if…
Rachel, age 13
School’s so boring,
I hate all the subject’s,
English, maths, science and the rest of the subjects,
Teacher’s are annoying,
They drive me bonkers,
Detention is the worst i hate it so much,
After school i’m staring at the clock,
The teacher’s giving me a big lecture about how much i don’t work,
Come on clock, tick tock tick tock,
All night i revised my lesson because i didn’t want detention again and again,
I went into school the next day,
My teacher checked if i’d learnt my homework and she also tested me,
She was so proud she gave me a golden star,
When i showed home my parent’s said OH WOW!!
Sahima, age 12
In my dream
I am pretty and gorgeous.
Soft blonde curls shower my shoulder
As he looks into my bright blue eyes.
Everyone envys.
Everyone loves.
The girl in my dreams
The girl in your dreams
Couldn’t I be her?
Dreams only last for a night.
Millie, age 14
Fading Away Forever
I think of you
As I walk through the graveyard
My fingers brushing the cold marble
Tracing the words inscribed there:
Life’s too short
To waste time grieving
To be selfish and inconsiderate
To make mistakes
So stop and take a look around
Take a deep breath
Today’s the day you change your life
I recite them over and over in my head
Unable to stop the tears now
Letting them cascade down my cheeks
Falling freely through the harsh December cold
Leaving splash marks on the cold stone beneath me
Too soon they shall fade
Just like you
If life was too short to make mistakes
Why didn’t that stop you?
Maisie, age 11
The Highway man!
Upon his trusty stalleon,
To Bess he shall ride,
With pearls in his pocket,
maybe the odd locket.
Riding to his sweetheart,
Wondering is she there,
Of course she is waiting,
Tyeing red ribbons in her hair.
Then tap tap tap with his whip,
Bess opens the door,
He glares at her jet black hair,
but Tim is listning there.
As the highwayman turns west,
Bess begins to miss him.
For he is the love of her life,
And he carries a pistol and knife.
As the thief is gone,
King Goerges men come,
They tye Bess to her bed,
Shes not at her best,
She is tied and gagged,
With a gun beneath her breast.
Then she has to warn him,
Though her heart has not gone astray,
With one shot shes gone,
And the highwayman turns
away.
Katrin, age 10
Grannie Bashin’
Hae ye ever seen a picture o me Grannie
She has lang skinny legs
Gray an broon hair always in a bun
Always warin al rags
Shes always at the gym
She loves tag an scuba divin
Always gas eta Spain an her holiday
At her work shes never there always scivin
She hae three skinny children
Uglier than her
She hae three pets
A cat a dog an a ball o fur
Lucy, age 11
What is love?
Love is when you love someone so much
You don’t want to let go
Never thinking of the future
Never thinking of the past
Letting it flow as it comes
Like a river
Taking you at a pace
Not to fast
not to slow
sometimes you take control
Some times the river
Some times your man
So when you think about it
What is love?
Is it something you need
Or something that comes naturally
But when you find out
Keep it to yourself
‘cause each partnership is different
But each is equally important!
Lucy, age 11
Boys
It’s the topic of every subject,
Who love’s who?
I don’t really like him,
Don’t you know he fancies you?
Of course I like one boy,
Everyone round here does,
But I’m not sure if he loves me back,
As much.
All my mates say he likes me,
But he’s to shy to show,
If he was really that funny, confident boy I like,
Why won’t he let me know?
Or maybe boys are cunning,
Know how to wind you up,
If they think you like them,
They’ll let you lap it up.
Boys, what are they?
Rosie, age 10
KARMA HATES ME
Karma likes to throw me in a ditch,
And just when I’m trying to get back up,
She kicks me down again.
I hear more bad news,
One after the other.
Karma gives me a day or two,
To recuperate,
Then she kicks me again.
She kicks my heart,
It rips,
And tears,
Until it’s shredded to pieces.
Sorry to tell you this Karma,
You’ve destroyed my heart.
I don’t have the right sort of mind,
To deal with all this crap you throw at me.
So Karma,
Why don’t you just go away?
Go back where somebody wants you.
Are You Happy Now?
Because Karma,
You Really Must Hate Me.
Gaia, age 13
The Phoenix
The fire is a phoenix,
roaring and red.
As the fire is being lit he bows his graceful head.
He dances in the grate all day,
sometimes just wondering what to play.
With his ragged teeth and white-hot paws, hour upon hour he playfully gnaws,
at fallen coals so ashen and burning.
The fire-phoenix caws,
as the winters day is turning.
And as the night wind roars,
the fire-phoenix settles.
Head between his paws,
he begins to snore.
Awoken briefly by a mouse,
he sniffs and sighs at the sleeping house.
But as the summers coming by,
and wispy clouds settle in the sky.
the fire phoenix hibernates,
Till autumn comes on his shiny skates.
Emma, age 11
Not Well
There is nothing much worse than being unwell,
Medicine, pills and horrible gel,
‘Open wide’ says the doctor, ‘come on, let me see’,
Out comes the hammer then BANG! on the knee
Charlotte, age 12
Mr Perfect Ben
Trying, trying, and trying More,
I just can’t get it Wright,
It just won’t work, even When
I try with all my might.
Frustration burns me Eating me up,
As I try again,
But I am doomed to fail,
Unlike Mr. Perfect Ben
Ashley, age 11
If you were an animal what would you be?
Would you soar like the eagle?
Laugh like the kookaburra?
Sing like the bluebird?
Would you roar like the lion?
Run like the cheater?
Purr like the cat?
Would you bark like the dog?
Croak like a frog?
Swim like a fish?
If you were an animal what would you be?
Would you choose the dominant of all creatures?
Or would you choose what best suits you?
If I were an animal.
I would squeak like the mouse.
Brynnagh, age 13
La La Land
Jumping on a staircase
best friend on hand
I ride on a black horse
On my way to La La Land
I can wish, but it can’t come true
I can gallop, but I’ll be pulled back to you
It belongs to a feeling
Like a blink of an eye
The staircase, it belongs
to you and I.
Jumping on a staircase,
best friend in hand
Caught in a moment
trapped in La La Land.
Kate, age 11
Second Best
She sits at home
And wonders why
She’s there again,
Facing her PC again,
Sitting on her own again,
Pretending it’s okay again.
She sits at home
And starts to cry,
She’s here again,
Wiping off her tears again,
Breathing through the pain again,
Wishing she could change again,
Hating who she is again.
She sits at home,
Lets out a sigh.
She’s in again,
They’re out again,
They can fall in love again,
They can make new friends again,
Knowing she’ll be there again,
When everything turns sour again,
But until then,
She’s alone again,
Sitting in her room again,
Waiting for her friends again,
To come back home to her again,
When they lose
The fools they choose They’ll think “I guess,
I go back to my second-best.”
Julia, age 14
The Girl Who Walked
She stands in the corner,
An observer,
Not a talker.
A waiter,
Not a walker.
Burrowing herself
Within herself,
Who is going to find her?
Will anyone be kind to her?
If she was just to fade away,
What would people really say?
Would they notice,
Would they care?
The quiet girl
With the curly hair,
The one that sometimes stood right there,
Waiting for someone to care.
If she was to fade away
Like drizzling rain on a windy day,
Would she be missed?
This lonely girl
Who’s never been kissed.
Never been someone’s something special,
Never had a home for her heart to nestle.
A girl who’s heart has never been broken.
It’s always been that way.
Ever since the day
She opened up her eyes and saw
The world was not the place for her.
She stands in the corner,
An observer,
Not a talker.
And then she thinks, why must I wait another day?
My life will always feel this way.
She turns on her heel and walks away.
Before she left with no goodbye,
To watch the world from way up high,
Little did the shy girl know,
There was someone here below,
Who could have made her whole world glow,
If she just gave it one last go.
Julia, age 14
My friends say
They want a boy whos cute,
They don’t want a boy whos on mute,
They want a boy with blonde lush hair,
But with the hair i don’t really care,
They want a boy whos tall,
But i want a boy who would catch my personality when i fall.
Hannah, age 12
Money!!
Money, money you can spend
Big flat screen tv’s, hot tub’s and everything else you want
If you’ve got the money don’t ever ask how much it is
Because it’s what you want
Sahima, age 12
C – is for clever
A – is for artistic
T – is for traveller
H – is for honest
Y – is for young
Sahima, age 12
Trapped from society
Cramped in a corner
In the silent moonlight
My shadow creeps away from me as I curl into a tiny ball
When wiil my mother come for me?
Im scared.
Anneliese, age 13
Scarlett
S – she’s bad full of mysterious idea’s
C – can’t help that she’s in love with Kian
A – action and drama is all her
R – random girl
L – learn’s to be nice
E – education is not her thing
T – travel’s alot at the lough
T – time passes quickly when she’s with Kian
Sahima, age 12
What are friends?
Friends are those who don’t forget you,
When your down they cheer you up so that your feeling much better,
They are always with you every minute and every second,
When your in any sort of trouble they’ve always got your back,
They make you laugh…
They make you happy…
They make you feel very important…
And that’s why friend’s are very important, to everyone…
Sahima, age 12
Bad Friends and Good Friends…
Friends look out for you,
Friends are meant to care,
But one day when I turned up, she wasnt there.
So what was I meant to do? Call her and ask why?
But then I realised that I was just too shy.
I went to school the next day. But what was I to say?
I walked up to her, and looked her in the eye.
She walked off laughing, thats when I started to cry…
There are bad friends and good friends, but just make sure you choose the right ones…
Lauren, age 12
a friend is someone who loves you no matter how crazy you are
an enemy is someone who hates you no matter near or far
a friend will last forever
an enemy will grow up soon
but today just say i love you
to all the fab friends you have
Emily, age 12
The mermaids
Swimming through the water,
Jumping over waves,
Collecting pearls from giant clams and hiding them in caves,
Swimming with the dolphins,
Playing with the fish,
Sitting where they like to sit and making a magical wish
Watching children on the beach,
Having great fun,
sitting down to a picnic with sandwiches and buns!
Jess, age 11
cathy cassidy
creative
amazing
thoughtful
how to express ?
you’re so cool
crazy
awesome
super
sonic
ideal mom
drive readers crazy
you really rock
Shirleen, age 11
The One..
The one who I look at in class,
Instead of geography, “I think I’ll pass”,
The one who walks past and I blush,
When I see you, I turn to mush,
The one with dreamy eyes,
Listen up, no more lies
..The one is you,
You’re the one,
You don’t like me, yet I see you stare,
During science, during literacy,
Anything else, I see you glancing at me.
I take my chance and ask you out,
You say you’ll think about it,
I just pout.
Very next day,
You say “Okay.”
Out to town,
To the movies,
You’re the clown,
But I Love You
Mollie, age 11
She is in America
I am in the UK
But that doesnt effect us
We both daydream evey day
We laugh together
And we also cry
I still cry about the day we had to say goodbye
We were nextdoor neighbours
And we had so much fun
In year 3 the talent show we won
We see eachother on webcams and stuff
And we visit once a year with a bit off luck
We write and we text all year long
Sometimes we are so happy we even break into song
We will be best friends untill the earth starts to stop
Leila my friend I miss you such alot!!!
Rebecca
Shannon is my bested friend,
She took me as her mate,
puppy fat and pig tails,
used to be my look,
but now i am so different,
good figure and mini skirts,
Shannon is every boys dream,
they all fall to her feet,
exept a boy I now know,
A boy called Sam Taylor,
plays the sax and more,
lives on a boat, amazing,
he loves me and I love him,
but he doesnt know,
well know he does,
I have dumped Shannon,
I have the best friends,
why did I like Shannon,
she controlled me,
now I love my new life,
Sam, Emily and me.
By Ginger Snaps (Alice)
Alice, age 11
I look for you
Near & Far
I can’t See You
What the…
I have had a tough day
Thats what I wanted to Say
I wanted you to be there
And that was that!
But
Your not here
and your not there I cant see you
anywheir
i just needed to say
Thank you
You have been true
where in the world
did I find you?
I thank him upstairs
and all around us
For
When I look for you
Your were right here
Salina, age 15
ELEVEN TIMES
I’m sitting
on the edge
of her bed
My sister
and she’s
telling me
She says
that she
screwed
him around
screwed
it all up
she tells me
how many
times
she
cheated…
silence
I love
love
love her
and she
says she
hates
herself
another
girl…?
I
woundn’t
understand
but
she is
my sister
and I love
love
love her
The girl with the thorn in her side, age 13
I am a girl
I am aged 12
I have a fish and a budgie
I have a pet called Spiny Van Crumpet
I am a sister to 2 brothers
I am a daughter
I am a granddaughter
I am a student
I am me
Jessica, age 12
sometimes
Sometimes im gorgeous.
somedays I look nice
Other days I look and feel
Like I should pay the price
Is ugliness a sin?
Or is simply right
Would it be wrong?
To assume
That I could see the light
My powdered skin so delicate
And lips so red and fragile
Like blood against a white foreground
And my body be curvy but agile
I love myself everyday
Whether be good or bad
If you see me from the inside
You would thank that you really had.
You’re the best friend I have ever met
I love you through thick or thin
You didn’t judge my cover
You read what was within
Jayde, age 12
My Sun
You are my raging ocean,
My wild hurricane,
My burning hot volcano,
My lightning in the rain,
You are my thunder,
Echoing through the dark,
And you are my tsunami,
Scaring even the sharks,
You are my shooting star,
Unpredictable and rare,
And you are my waterfall,
Running free with out a care,
If my heart was the ice caps,
Just look at what you’ve done,
Forget all that other crazy stuff,
Because you’ve become my sun.
Zoe
Just for Me
Tell me you love me,
Even if it’s a lie,
Just say the words,
And look into my eyes,
Play along with my game,
Pretend that it’s real,
Forget all your emotions,
And fake how you feel,
I don’t care if when you kiss me,
It doesn’t feel right,
Just kiss me anyway,
And hug me real tight,
Tell me you love me,
I can pretend that it’s true,
Just say the words,
And we’ll make it through.
Anon, age 13
BULLIES
You purse your lips and shake your head,
But you just want to cry instead.
The names that you can hear always
Will give you nightmares (night AND day).
The sneering face, the hateful smile –
The days that stretch on for a mile.
It seems that everywhere you turn
There’s someone else who’ll never learn.
But just know you’re the better one,
The hero here, the rising sun,
Although it seems like YOU’RE the devil,
You’ll never sink to a bully’s level.
Clare, age 11
I wish for a sparkle,
To appear in your eye.
I wish for your happiness,
And hope it’ll never die.
I wish for your passion,
Waving like the sea.
I wish for your love,
And all that you can be.
Katherine, age 13
I re-homed a rabbit yesterday
Finally my dad said okay
But am I just doing this to replace
My old rabbit
Just like a bad habit
The human race
Has the easy solution to whatever wrong
Swiping the problems under the rug
Then fixes it with a quick hug
Yesterday I re-homed a rabbit
It has a strange habit
Of eating toast, at night
What a strange sight
Kracker has the whole garden as his run
He can’t help but have fun
What a lucky rabbit he is gonna be
But why am I re-homing him is it for him or is it for me?
Hollie, age 14
Pretty,
Gorgeous,
White and pink,
Looks like snow,
Around in spring.
Around for a while,
Blows in the breeze,
Can get annoying,
But very pretty.
Very busy,
Rushing round,
Oh No it has gone,
It must be summer.
Katie, age 10
Why did I never see it before?
The boy I adore was right in front of my eyes,
I ask myself why
why it took long to realise,
that your the one I want for the rest of my days,
I feel so happy knowing that you are mine
every time I look you in the eyes,
I want to be the person you need,
I find it hard to believe,
that someone like you would like me,
but I feel so happy knowing its true.
Alex, age 15
Music can change you,
It can make you smile,
The tempo may differ,
Every once in a while,
There are strings and percussions,
There are vocals and brass,
And sometimes the cymbals make a very loud crash!
Evie, age 13
Stalker of the Night
(A Sonnet about the moon)
Every single night it is always there,
Hanging far up in the black, darkened sky,
Casting down, a bright, searching silver stare,
A glowing sphere of light, up on high,
From dusk till dawn, so long has it waited,
It is silent, still, yet always chasing
My stomach lurches, my breath is baited,
My hands are frantic, my is mind racing,
My fears will cease, when come morn’s first light,
But no-longer can I bare this any more,
My living nightmare, stalker of the night,
I stare up fiercely, I can’t ignore!
But a pale controller isn’t what I find,
I see the moon, its beauty, defined.
Beth, age 13
Books are a door to a whole new world,
Open them up and your imagination is the key,
Ride a pink Cadillac round the city,
Or surf the Bahamas sea with dolphins,
All you need to do is close your eyes
and keep your mind wide open.
Imogen, age 13
(this is a song i wrote when i couldn’t work with my friends)
I lost my Friends,I'll wait to the end,
of a rainbow I'll probably never find.
its so unfair,I wish i weren't there,
So just please,
move me nowEmma, age 11
The Frienship Ride
I was clever, but misunderstood,
Alicia couldn’t figure out where she stood.
Tia was popular, but hurt inside,
Cass didn’t know better, and wasn’t enjoying her ride.
Bella was snobby, and meanness was with her.
Lily was too friendly, and people used her.
Amee was in the A-crowd, and didn’t have time for her real friends,
Ally was changing friends because friendship, she lends.
I was clever, but misunderstood,
And I tried everything I could.
But I’m still chasing a tail of broken friendships,
And stuff I don’t mean comes out of my lips.
My friends got me through my wimpy side.
And I’ve enjoyed the ride.
But all my friends are moving onwards,
But me? I’m moving backwards.
I’m back to the wimpy girl I used to be.
Small and sad and lonely.
Girls change their friends like they change their clothes.
And after they have rows…
I’m lost and alone,
Using a quiet tone.
Insults and looks.
Back to hiding in the library reading fiction books.
I had hopes, I had dreams,
But they all run down my cheeks in tearful streams.
So I’m back to me,
The crying, wimpy me.
But I thank my old friends,
For the ride,
While I stayed by their side.
But for me, it’s over, and I ruined it,
So keep your candle burning, for it won’t be re-lit.
Lara, age 10
Everyday I miss you
You cheered me up when something happened
Words will never explain you
I loved you
I looked after you
You made me the most alive girl in the world
I need you right now
Right next to me
You smile at me
That made my heat beat
You had the most amazing green eyes
That I adored
Your brown hair that ticked my chin
That made me laugh
It’s just a memory nowI miss you so much
But I will never forget you
You made me smile
You made my life alive again
But one day I will see you
Up there in the clouds
With you holding my hand
ForeverI still have the things you gave me
Our photos your bottle of aftershave
And the locket you gave me
Two little pictures of you and me
Your smile is all I can see
And the words ‘I love you Amy’
I will always hear
But now I must move on
I will never forget you
Not now not in a week
Never
I miss you
And I will see you one day
With you saying those words
And you smiling at meAmy
Dedicated to my Grandad, wherever you are.
I was only a baby when you passed away,
And even though your gone, we still think about you today.
On your birthday, we go to your grave and pray,
that your in better place, but we wish they you could have tried to stay.
You never knew me, I never knew you.
The only thing you knew about me was that you once held me, when I was only two.
I always hear my Mum, crying at night.
I know that she misses you alright.
She says that you called her lovey.
I miss you,
I love you,
even though I never knew you.
Why didn’t you stay,
Why didn’t you stay for me?
That last night in the hospital,
You were hugging me.
And then you told me that you loved me.
Then you closed your eyes,
and passed away.
Lara, age 10
As I see my people
i cry tears of blood
which makes my country flood.
I understand the pain because its still in my vein.
I will have to open the door to heaven soon
which I do not fear my dear.
My spirit will go up gently
but in a state to know my people are dying.
My moment has come
i ask god to welcome me into his house
i go in peace
but still knowing my people are suffering.
Shredha, age 10
MY FAMILY…
My Mom is a drunk
and my dad drives a car
my brothers a punk
and my aunt owns a bar
My sister likes shops
(thats where she spends all her time)
She steals lolly pops
is that a crime?
My uncle works hard
i think on the docks
my cousin in a factory
making wall clocks
uncle Jim is a farmer
who has many sheep
who just met palmer
who’s foreign and and never has a sleep.
Aunty Jane is a cook
Cousin Laura is too
Milly an Tilly love how they look
Especially when theyre with their little crew.
I have many more members who ive decided il name
there is Kimmy and kerry and heather and jane
Jimmy and Paul and liam and wayne
Mickey and nicky and little baby kade
and peter who likes to sit in the shade.
Theres also Faye and anne and emily and emma and last but not least there is kay and Gemma
I Have a big family dont you think?
Want to know more about me lets have a drink.
Gayle, age 14
When you went
When you went you left a hole in my heart,
When you went i knew you were never coming back,
Our family isn’t complete
now your gone.
In the night I cry myself to sleep,
I want you back, but i know you can never come back.
I want you to know one thing, you were the best uncle in the world and you will never be forgotten, you were loved more than you know.
Ellie, age 13
my box holds all my secrets
ones you wouldn’t even think about
i try to keep them locked away
but somehow they get out
know i have no secrets
and my heart is full of doubt
for without my box to keep them in
my secrets are all out
Cassidi, age 13
Happiness
Happiness is something that on the inside,
When you smile, there are still so many feelings you can hide.
Happiness is love, happiness is joy
Happiness is when a girl meets the perfect boy.
Jessica, age 12
Here I am
Walking into school,
Staring at you,
Just me- the fool,
Sick of crying in the loo,
There she’s standing
There with you
There she’s standing
What should I do?
Then I walk up to you…
“Look at me
What do you see
What colour are my eyes
as blue as the sea yeah
Here I am
Do you understand
Here I am
Cos I understand
Do you
Please tell me,oh
Do you ooooohhh
Here I am
My fears locked inside me
Here I am
With you here to guard me”
Ohhhhhhh
My guardian angel
Ohhhhhhh
My protective angel…
Emma, age 11
They Say, I Say
They say:
Do this
Wear that
And act like me
Cause don’t you see
I’m where it’s at?
But I say:
I’ll do what I like
I’ll wear what I want
I’ll act like me
Cause don’t you see
Individuality’s where it’s at?
Maisie, age 11
Understanding
I was only little
When you died
Too young to understand
Too young to feel sad
I forgot you
I moved on
As is the way of children
But now
On your birthday
I stand in front of your grave
And cry
I cry for hours
Just sitting here
Feeling sad
Weeping in the moonlight
Gazing at the star I thought was you
How come it wasn’t like this
when you died?
Why do the memories only haunt me
when you’re long gone?
I thought I’d forgotten
I thought I’d moved on
I was under the impression
I could cope without you
You died
I didn’t understand
But I grew up
Now I do understand
And because I know what really happened
Not the lies I was made to believe
Some people say growing up was a blessing
The knowledge a gift
For me it was a curse
The knowledge an unjustified punishment
If I had known that
Knowing the truth
Not the fantasy
Would hurt this much
I wouldn’t have tried so hard to learn
Maisie, age 11
I Am Without
I am a singer
Without a song
I am a book
Without any words
I am a lamp
Without any light
I am a tree
Without any leaves
I am a school
Without any children
I am a window
Without any view
I am a forest
Without any trees
I am the sky
Without the sun
I am the sea
Without the water
I am the night sky
Without the stars
I am a broken heart
And I’m empty without you
Maisie, age 11
we’re not part
of a gang
I am yin
you are yang
Dress in the
same type style
we can’t cope
in single file
Sometimes one
can be ill
Still one is Jack
And one is Gill
You can be mad
in things you do
But i’m insane
over YOU!
Cerys, age 13
More love i give
Enjoyment fills us both
A relationship between us
Never ending love
Dancing on are first date
Your eyes look into mine
Our never ending love
United together forever.
Annabelle, age 11
Evertime i see you,
I become sad,
Coz i cant win your love,
& I become mad,
Coz i am madly in love with you.
I dont know how you feel about me,
& I wont know till i enter your heart,
& you dont know how much i love you.
maybe oneday you’ll know,
What love really means…
Love is everything in the world,
You’ll do anything for love
You’ll travell for love
You’ll fight for love
You’ll end your life just for love but out love wont end….
i love you
Lina, age 12
There’s no place in the world for happiness,
No place in people’s hearts for love,
No place in anyone’s minds to care,
In the night, only nightmares.
Not a word of comfort,
Not a deed of love,
If only I could contact the angels,
Up in heaven above.
I spend my time helping,
In whatever way I can,
Comforting somoene whose crying,
Planting saplings on barren land.
The dark nights I spend praying,
For no more broken hearts,
For alcohol and divorce to be banned,
For friends to never part.
Wishing on every shooting star,
Distracting myself
from my own problems,
Trying to believe in magic.
Maia, age 14
The House Where I Live
In the house where I live,
Friendly words are few,
There’s noone to turn to,
For nobody cares for you.
The crying
is as frequent
As the breathing.
My crying smudges the ink
On my homework sheet.
In the night,
I’m trying to cry myself to sleep,
Trying to draw comfort
From the warm, salty tears.
Trying to confide in the lifeless Barbie dolls,
Stiff and lacking sympathy,
Trying to block the shouting,
to be grateful that I at least have a roof over my head.
This is ‘the house where I live.’
But it isn’t HOME…
I wonder where home is?
Maia, age 14
Dizzy, Indigo, Hannah.
Dizzy’s mum left when she was small. now twelve, standing tall.
but when her mum finally comes, the police are involved and mum’s on the run.
Indigo has to move. her mother likes blue.
but when she goes to the flat from hell, the friend ship has sailed. how could max do such a thing, no wonder they were moving.
There was a girl called Hannah,her friend joey got a new brother.
with a chocolate bar and a bike.
Kit and Joey go out at night. young love and magic and cats. hanah’s friend ship is sinking,
OH RATS!
Hannah, age 9
Sighing is all there is left to do.
Sigh in sympathy when he doesnt care.
Sigh in pain when he thinks of you as you wouldn’t expect him to.
Sigh at home when things go very wrong.
Sigh in the shower when you’ve had enough.
Sigh in your bed when you wish life was over.
Sigh when you want to start again. Sigh at your mistakes. Sigh after crying.
Sighing is all there is left to do.. when your not living a perfect life.
Reema, age 15
The Beautiful Ogre
Mum says my hair is curly and red, unusual and pretty.
Mum says my eyes are brown and twinkly, striking and beautiful.
Mum says my height is short and sweet, girly and cute.
Mum says my freckles are a sign of beauty, tiny bouncing dots.
Mum says my glasses make me ‘me’, show off my eyes.
Mum says by figure is curvy and bouncy, lovely and smooth.
Mum says my smile is pearly and white, glinting and wide.
Mum says my style is hip and original, cool and colourful.
They say my hair is frizzy and ginger, huge and weird.
They say my eyes are ugly and colourless, tiny and pug like.
They say my height is tiny and tot, mousy and freaky.
They say my freckles are holes in my face, disgusting blobs.
They say my glasses make me four-eyed, show of my ‘puggies.’
They say my figure is big and fat, mountains of flesh.
They say my smile is yellow and buck, stolen from Bugs Bunny.
They say my style is ancient and terrible, second-hand rubbish.
Who should I believe?
Lauren, age 11
Could you be the one?
You never stop smiling when you see me.
You always play jokes on me.
I feel like where the only two people on earth when you talk to me.
You ask me whats wrong when I’m feeling blue.
Could you be the one?
You’re the one!!!
“Hey, boy, I think you’re the one!”
Sophie, age 11
The Only One For Me!!!
Some are cute
Some are kind
Some are cool
But your the boy for me
You’re all of those thing
And more
You’re the boy for me
When you turn around in class
And tell me something funny
Your eyes sparkle
I don’t really listen
I’m in a trance
In love with you
I just laugh with you
You’re the boy for me
But you love that girl
In the class next door
I don’t care
Cuz’ you can love me too
So I’m gonna take a chance
And ask you out to the YR6 prom
Cuz’ you’re the boy for me
Bet you don’t know
What I daydream about
Me and you, yeah
Me and you
You’re everything
Everything I want
You’re all a girl could ever ask for
You’re the boy for me
But, we’re going to different schools
I could get your address
But what if it’s far away
I could get the bus
But my mom wouldn’t let me
I’ll think of something
Anything to get you
To get you to go out with me
Cuz’ you’re the boy for me
I’ll always love you
No matter what
I know were just friends
But someday I hope we can be something more, way more than that!
You’re the boy for me
You always will be
And I’ll never forget you
No matter what happens
Whether we go to different schools
Or you move away
I’ll never forget you
No matter what
Because
You’re the boy for me!!!
Sophie, age 11
Right at that moment i knew that there was going to be something
And there was this feeling that made my whole world stop
Please tell me that this feeling wont go away.
He smiles and my heart just stops
But then i realize that he was looking at someone else.
Anybody could see that he was inlove with someone else except me.
Nobody likes you more then i do, and you will never know that.
Time will pass by, but my love will get stronger
And whenever you realize that we were ment to be just talk to me.
Don’t ever say that your unloved because i love you.
Our friendship is great but it’s not what i want.
So open your eyes and like me, because i LOVE you.
Simone, age 14
Why?
You told me I was the best thing that ever happened to you,
But then you broke my heart into two.
I loved you still, and i probley always will.
I took you back, and you did the same old drill.
In my heart, you will always be the boy who takes my breath away,
makes my heart skip a beat and made all those butterflies go away.
All those times you broke my heart,
made me spend those loney nights crying.
Only in fact made me stronger.
And one day you will look back and think about why you lost
the best thing ever.
and I’ll come back because i love you. always have and forever i will.
Simone, age 14
Shadows of my heart
The holes on my wings
Remind me of something I remember long ago
When I was happy
When I had a heart beating and the blood thick
And my wings black as night
My halo fell and gone forever
My eyes smeared with tears
My life crashing down
My heart turned to black and shadows all around it
My wings bent and torn
Shadows and memories can never touch that day and time
Of what happened to me
It won’t change any thing
Not now not forever
I have to stay like this forever
With out the memories
Amy, age 15
Grannie Bashin’
Hae ye ever seen a picture o me Grannie
She has lang skinny legs
Gray an broon hair always in a bun
Always warin al rags
Shes always at the gym
She loves tag an scuba divin
Always gas eta Spain an her holiday
At her work shes never there always scivin
She hae three skinny children
Uglier than her
She hae three pets
A cat a dog an a ball o fur
Lucy, age 11
The Highway man!
Upon his trusty stalleon,
To Bess he shall ride,
With pearls in his pocket,
maybe the odd locket.
Riding to his sweetheart,
Wondering is she there,
Of course she is waiting,
Tyeing red ribbons in her hair.
Then tap tap tap with his whip,
Bess opens the door,
He glares at her jet black hair,
but Tim is listning there.
As the highwayman turns west,
Bess begins to miss him.
For he is the love of her life,
And he carries a pistol and knife.
As the thief is gone,
King Goerges men come,
They tye Bess to her bed,
Shes not at her best,
She is tied and gagged,
With a gun beneath her breast.
Then she has to warn him,
Though her heart has not gone astray,
With one shot shes gone,
And the highwayman turns
away.
Katrin, age 10
I think of you
As I walk through the graveyard
My fingers brushing the cold marble
Tracing the words inscribed there:
Life’s too short
To waste time grieving
To be selfish and inconsiderate
To make mistakes
So stop and take a look around
Take a deep breath
Today’s the day you change your life
I recite them over
and over in my head
Unable to stop the tears now
Letting them cascade
down my cheeks
Falling freely through
the harsh December cold
Leaving splash marks
on the cold stone beneath me
Too soon they shall fade
Just like you
If life was too short
to make mistakes
Why didn’t that stop you?
Maisie, age 11
In my dream
I am pretty and gorgeous.
Soft blonde curls shower my shoulder
As he looks into my bright blue eyes.
Everyone envys.
Everyone loves.
The girl in my dreams
The girl in your dreams
Couldn’t I be her?
Dreams only last for a night.
Millie, age 14
..xx.. HEARTBROKEN ..xx..
it was all goin so well
untill the day i found outi met him on the beach
he softly kissed me on
the cheekit was different ..
it was wierd
he said it was not workin out
i fell to the floor in shock...i was until i found out
he was going out with, stacey
sure, she was sexy
she was hot
she was beautiful
but,...SHE WAS MY SISTER
i got home from school
i went into our room
to find
my sister and my ex …
Mollie, age 11
a birthday song for mum
I would like to say,
A big happy birthday,
To someone I love,
She comes from above,
She cares for me,
Further than I can see,
There isn’t another,
Like my mother!
I would like to say,
A big happy birthday,
As I really love,
This person from above,
As she always cares for me,
Further than I can see,
There isn’t another,
Like my mother!
Gemma, age 12
LIFE
Life is meningless,
Life is cruel,
Life is fruitless,
Is’nt it true?
Life is meaningless,
Life is short,
Life is useless,
Is it not?
Noel, age 12
Take That!
I thought he was the best
I thought he loved me
I thought we were perfect
I was wrong, so wrong
I turned down a really nice boy
For just a hot boy with no qualities
I now realise I was wrong
Were now going out
the nice boy and me
And were exremly happy
together
More happier than me
and my ex
So take that!
But the other day
I saw my boyfriend kissing
my best friend
And I hate him,
hate him for breaking my heart
I’m single now
It feels great
Just like the old days
Hangin out with mates
Raving New Look and
Tammy at the mall
I’m happy, right here, right now
So to all the boys
that have treated my heart like a toy…
TAKE THAT!
So will I ever find my true love?
My prince in shining armour?
Yeah, I will
But, just, not yet
I’m happy now
Without a boyfriend
messing with my heart
So TAKE THAT!!!
Sophie, age 11
Friends are forever
Boys are lame
why cant u c
im there for u
r u there for me?
u dropped me for him
wat happens wen he’s gone?
i’ll stll be ur friend
b-coz im strong
i missed u & u missed me
but now im with u
and ur with me!
boys r lame
and now u c
im there for u
and now ur there for me!
Emily, age 10
Isnt it?
My Life is great.
Iv got good Friends,
And a good Family.
Everythings ok,
Isnt it?
My schools fun.
I dont get bullied,
Im fairly popualer.
Everyhtings ok,
Isnt it?
At home.
My mum has a Man over,
She says hes just a friend.
Evrythings ok,
Isnt it?
Last night.
Dad found out about Mum,
theyre getting a divorce.
they says everythings ok,
but it is, isnt it?
Eveythings going to be allright realy.
I hope, isnt it?
Millie, age 13
Cool and cute,
Awesome writer,
The spotlight’s yours,
Happy girl
YOU ROCK!!
By your #1 fan, Kate.
Kate, age 8
A friend is like a flower,
a rose to be exact,
Or maybe like a brand new gate
that never comes unlatched.
A friend is like an owl,
both beautiful and wise.
Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,
whose spirit never dies.
A friend is like a heart that goes
strong until the end.
Where would we be in this world
if we didn’t have a friend.
Halima, age 11
Everyday, its cold!
Everyday, I cry.
I guess some people just couldn’t understand.
I live in a house, its lonely,
I have a brother, he’s mean.
My school is closing down,
no where left for me.
All your money is going,
heating is never on,
I sold all my teddys,
but I still sing my song.
Drama I go no more,
guides was quit last week,
and still I have a family,
but no love left for me.
so i sit her all alone,
no one here with me,
and as a little girl I say,
the world should relove around me…
Emer, age 11
Lightning strikes twice
In thunderstorms only
Great damage can be done
Heavy rain also pours down
To be careful also be safe
No one who won’t think will get hurt
I hope you will be careful
Now i am going to…
Go,so be careful,Be safe
Jessica, age 11
Love is like chocolate,
Love is like sweets,
I am mad about love,
And I love to Love!
How can we stop Love,
From fading in the darkness?
We cannot, and never will…
SO LET LOVE CONTINUE!!
Isobel, age 10
xx.. HEARTBROKEN ..xx..
it was all goin so well
untill the day i found out
i met him on the beach
he softly kissed me on
the cheekit was different ..
it was wierd
he said it was not workin out
i fell to the floor in shock…
i was until i found out
he was going out with, stacey
sure, she was sexy
she was hot
she was beautiful
but,...SHE WAS MY SISTER
i got home from school
i went into our room
to find
my sister and my ex …
Mollie, age 11
a birthday song for mum
I would like to say,
A big happy birthday,
To someone I love,
She comes from above,
She cares for me,
Further than I can see,
There isn’t another,
Like my mother!
I would like to say,
A big happy birthday,
As I really love,
This person from above,
As she always cares for me,
Further than I can see,
There isn’t another,
Like my mother!
Gemma, age 12
Take That!
I thought he was the best
I thought he loved me
I thought we were perfect
I was wrong, so wrong
I turned down a really nice boy
For just a hot boy with no qualities
I now realise I was wrong
We’re now going out the nice boy and me
And were extremely happy together
More happier than me and my ex
So take that!
But the other day I saw my boyfriend kissing my best friend
And I hate him, hate him for breaking my heart
I’m single now
It feels great
Just like the old days
Hangin out with mates
Raving New Look and Tammy at the mall
I’m happy, right here, right now
So to all the boys that have treated my heart like a toy… TAKE THAT!
So will I ever find my true love?
My prince in shining armour?
Yeah, I will
But, just, not yet
I’m happy now
Without a boyfriend messing with my heart
So TAKE THAT!!!
Sophie, age 11
Friends are forever
Boys are lame
why cant u c
im there for u
r u there for me?
u dropped me for him
wat happens wen he’s gone?
i’ll stll be ur friend
b-coz im strong
i missed u & u missed me
but now im with u
and ur with me!
boys r lame
and now u c
im there for u
and now ur there for me!
Emily, age 10
Isnt it?
My Life is great.
Iv got good Friends,
And a good Family.
Everythings ok,
Isnt it?
My schools fun.
I dont get bullied,
Im fairly popualer.
Everyhtings ok,
Isnt it?
At home.
My mum has a Man over,
She says hes just a friend.
Evrythings ok,
Isnt it?
Last night.
Dad found out about Mum,
they’re getting a divorce.
they says everythings ok,
but it is, isnt it?
Eveything’s going to be alright realy.
I hope, isnt it?
Millie, age 13
Cool and cute,
Awesome writer,
The spotlight’s yours,
Happy girl
YOU ROCK!!
Kate, age 8
A friend is like a flower,
a rose to be exact,
Or maybe like a brand new gate
that never comes unlatched.
A friend is like an owl,
both beautiful and wise.
Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,
whose spirit never dies.
A friend is like a heart that goes
strong until the end.
Where would we be in this world
if we didn’t have a friend.
Halima, age 11
Yay I’m ginger
I think its the best
People always stare
at my red hair
I enjoy it
But some people
are to jealous
to admit
and laugh at our
amazing moves
i’m a ginga ninga
So just stop winga!
Stephanie, age 12
You
When I was down you were there,
You support me through the tough times,
You make me laugh so much i cry.
When we met, it was the best thing that happened to me.
Thanks for being there for for me when i ave had hard times,
You lot are the best.
I love you all so much!
All I can say is… you are all the best and thank you!!!
Ellie, age 13
that girl over there
her smile is nice,
her voice so sweet ,
i love her style,
it’s really neat,
she sets examples,
and doesn’t mess with her clothes,
she loves her eyes,
and even her button nose.
when she walks out to the street,
everyone can see ,
that she is only herself,
and that’s all she wants to be.
Tamika, age 13
Love???
His girlfriend is my mate
But sometimes I really hate
The way she boasts about her boy
Acting like I’m just a toy
But what she really dosn’t know
Is that sometimes I say
‘One day he will see that his world
will not be complete without a girl like me’
I sit back quietly
watching them.
One day, he will see that
there is no other girl for him than me…
And oh, I dream of the day
In the YR6 play
Of Romeo and Juliet
Him and me
Hand in hand
Then he kisses me softly on the lips
Oh, how I can’t wait till that day
when he finally sees that I’m the girl for him…
Love is a crazy thing!
Sophie age 11
I travel with my eyes
Watching those who silently cry
Asking themselves the question why,
As someone left them
without saying goodbye.
I travel with my voice
I travel with my hope
That something new
would spring into my horoscope.
And as the stars come into sight,
I know,
Something magical shall happen tonight.
Maia, age 14
You rock and you know it’s true
Never has there been a friend like you
I wouldn’t trade you for anything at all
You’re worth the entire world and more
If someone else were to come along
I wouldn’t forget you for very long
We’ll stick together until the end
That’s why we’re the best of friends
Shauna age 11
Friends!
Friends
Rock
Intelligent
Elegent
Nice
De best
Sunshine
Shalu age 12
When we have an arguement,
I feel so annoyed,
I never want to be her friend again!
She’s so annoying,
all she thinks about is herself… and boys.
But my new friend is not like, that,
she’s a true best friend,
I want her to be my friend forever,
but I know my old friend will be back,
wanting to make up,
and my new friend has her own mates anyway,
I wish things could just be normal…
Caitlin, age 13
In books,
i see the dead
as if they are alive,
i feel warm and cold,
i cry and love,
books are the world
they make up the world,
where would we be with out them?
Keeley age 13
Poets go wishing
Poets go fishing with buckets of word,
fishing and wishing,
using a line thats lose or tight,
maybe this time a rytnm is right,
unreeling the words till they match,
the feeling the poet is trying too catch.
Annabelle age 11
Sophie,
She was once ginger and they dyed her hair.
She was so pretty and it wasnt fair.
But sophie has shown me,
in these past years,
that if theres one thing that she will be;
its that shes always there.
Lucy, age 12
Clouds
The fluffy clouds stay still in the sky,
no way of moving or passing by.
They have no troubles,
no worries no friends to lose,
No discos, no nightmares,
no dog chewing your shoes.
One day, if I could,
I’d like to be a cloud.
No tears, no anger, no ‘behave’ ,
I’d like to be a cloud just for a day.
Rosie, age 10
As the wind pushes
Blowing my mess of hair
Into a soft brown cape
of sweet smelling straw
I wait and wait
For my knight
in shiny tinsel
To come rescue me form
MYSELF!
Felicity, age 13
He approaches
As always
And as always
I am filled with feelings
But I still don’t know
What I feel
He smiles
And I think “Maybe”
We talk about
Everything
That matters
Him in his low, soft voice
And I feel safe
Right
Out there alone together
But surrounded
By people
He changes
So I don’t know
Which one of his selves
I like
And just how much
I like him
Ellen, age 12
A best friend
A best friend is:
A best friend is always there for you
Is someone who takes notice ifyou
A best friend can:
A best friend can make you feel special
Can always support you in everything you do
Always listen
Never betray you
A best friend does:
Not go off with other people
Most things with you
Takes you places
Jenni, age 11
Friends are forever, boys are whatever.
So simple yet so true.
You know when you have true friends,
and a word of advice-
Hold on to them with all your heart.
Don’t ever let them go.
Especially over a boy.
True friendship can last for ever
But a boy can rip out you heart
and stamp on it…
Ruth
Best Friends
Best Friends are like the sun-
they always SHINE
Best Friends are people
who can have the biggest smile
on their faces
but you still know something’s
WRONG
You know when you’ve got
the greatest friends when
the only time they make you cry
is when you are laughing
TOO HARD
Rith, age 12
Your messy hair
your sparkling eyes
your crooked smile
For you I’d die
Sure we talked
and sure we laughed
we fall on concrete
fall on grass
Friends we have stayed
Wanna be more than that one day
“I LOVE YOU” how I want to say
It seems you forgot me yesterday
I smile at you
you turn away
I wave at you
you walk away
I’m not as happy as I used to be
Why oh why can’t you see?
People ask me what I’m sad about
But I’ll always love you, have no doubt
Meenakshi, age 12
When The World Seems Like,
It’s Falling Apart
Think It Through, And Restart.
Don’t Think About Your Worries,
Because They’re Years Away,
Just Think About, Your Life Today.
Children In Africa,
Will Never Have That Day,
When They Can Get Up,
And Wash Their Troubles Away.
For Now, Is Our Only Chance,
To Help Them Restart,
So Take This Poem To Heart,
And Just Pray,
They’ll Live Another Day.
Billie
Round and round my head he goes
I see him in my vision, and in my mind
Luring me to him unconsciously
Everything else blurs as I try to breathe
“You”, his eyes smile, drawing me in
Try as I might, I can’t stop my stare
Hair ruffled, eyes irresistibly blue, athletic body
I watch him glide in that agile walk
Energy coursing through him
So perfect and choreographed
Styling with an easygoing air
Everything surrounding him-creating a model
Not just the outside is amazing
Lips always slightly upturned in a sarcastic smile
Entertaining words slowly slip out
Whatever he says, his friends laugh
Charm and passion with distinction
Hidden to come up in bits so he’s
Utterly mysterious-enchanting even
Kissing him is what I dream of
Him
Ellen age 12
Unwanted
I sit on the window sill
Watching the world
Invisible to all I see
As my life crumbles around me
So I sit and watch
Letting the tears fall
Forgetting, if only momentarily
All my worries and troubles
For I am slowly fading
Fading from existence
No purpose in life
Walking around in this empty shell
Of all that’s left of my life
Holding myself, crying myself to sleep
No one to turn to for comfort
No one left to care
And so my life crumbles
Maisie, age 11
Broken Glass
You were my whole world
My one and only love
And i died when you did
Yet I’m still here
Walking down memory lane
Treading on broken glass
Scared to pick it up
Scared to walk elsewhere
And now I stand
Reading the inscriptions on your grave
For one final time
As I sweep away the glass
With a knife
The knife already bloodstained
The knife no one cleaned
The knife no one wanted to clean
The knife which took you life
And now takes mine
Breaking my already broken heart
I only asked one thing
One thing before you went
Went and tore me apart when your life went wrong
When you couldn’t take it
And that one thing still stands
Wait for me
Maisie, age 11
I MISS YOU
I like to think your thinking
about me too
somewhere out there.
I like to think that
you think about me
every second of the day, like i do.
I like to think that you’d someday
come and find me.
Sweep me off my feet and carry me away.
I like to think that you miss me,
but i know im wrong.
Katherine, age 13
grey
flat
blank
watch from a distance,
stray around, dawdle
lament; see them
four4four
laughing, smiling
the dominant sorceress
the female president
the hyper kitten
the ipod goddess
Four girls
best friends
I wait and watch.
One year
closes
slid into an envelope
seal slicked
sealed slid shut DONE.
sun
bright
beat
year eight
new uniforms,
short skirts,
beaming smiles
let them watch
see us
fivefivefivefivefive
FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE
we are strong!!
the dominant sorceress
the female president
the hyper kitten
the ipod goddess
the random braniac
Five girls
best friends for ever and ever
I live, I twirl.
Julsie, age 12
Summer:
I wake up to the warmth, the sun on my face
Hear birds tweetering at a magnificent pace.
I have no thermals that I’m missing
Listen to the sounds of sprinklers hissing.
Butterflies, insects not a bear
I wish it could last all year.
Bright flowers blooming beatifully
Trees dancing in the breeze gracefully.
Summer, summer please not spring.
Give me all you’ve got to bring!
Meenakshi, age 12
BEST FRIENDS FOREVER.
I don`t know what to do,
without you.
When you left it was so bad,
I thought you were the perfect lad,
now you’re gone,
my days just go on and on.
No shoulder to cry on,
no one there when i`m feeling sad
Please lets get through this together,
after all we are
BEST FRIENDS FOREVER!
This poem is dedicated to Thomas my best friend ever who moved to austrailia 5 months,17 days,7 hours and 56 minutes ago.Miss you so much Tom, Niamh xxxxxx
Niamh, age 10
As i look through the looking glass
i see moon as bright as a thousand stars,
i see a water fall as beautiful as rainbow,
i see a horse as black as the dead of night
galloping through the luscious green grass.
And i would give anything to go in
but if i do there is one rule
you may never return home,
so as much as i would love to go
i will not leave those i love.
Freya, age 11
There once was a girl named Freya
who fell in love with a gorgeous fella,
but he drove a dagger through her heart
and wounded her forever.
She has written many tales
of love and riches
but when he broke her heart
she wrote a tale of love and death,
this tale i have written of love and sadness
is a true story,
but of course
i still love him
for he is the boy of my dreams
and even if he does not love me back
i shall always love him,
and if there is a day
where he loves me back
i will be the happiest girl in the world.
Freya, age 11
Cathy Cassidy rocks
She’s the best writer now
Where she gets ideas for books
Well, I don’t know exactly how!
Scarlett, bossy and arrogant
Ginger, quiet and scared
Kat, unpredictable yet nice
Jude and Carter, quite a good pair
See, she has great characters
And brilliant books to read
So get all of them, quickly
Because they’re books that you WILL need!
Kate, age 11
Life
As I was peeling this peach
I thought, this is the end
Of its life,
But mine
Has only just begun…
Anya, age 13
Well i haven’t
got a poem to go with it
but i know that people
should Value what they have
you never know
how much you have
until you lose it
please
trust me…
Mel, age 10
Why you shouldnt meet on the internet
Wow this guy u met on the net
He calls you his sweet little pet
but he asked if you could meet up
Course u said.
Cool he said. Trafalgar square?
what time shall i meet u there?
half one is that alright?
Wednesday comes and so does one
Quick to town for ur mate John
Right he said
Hes a blonde haired
blue eyes
Beauty
18 years old
U said:
u have Brown hair
Green eyes
15
u go to town and it’s half one
Wait a minute where is John?
U talk to the old man on the bench
He speaks English but he looks French.
Hi u waiting for someone?
I’m John.
Well yeah i oughta go u rush and say
By now u know John was not
who he said he was
please dont meet people
you’ve met on internet without
permission or a parent with you
NEVER ON YOUR OWN!!
Marney age 10
By The Sea.
He stands on the beach,
sun on his face.
Each step has taken
filled with grace.
His floppy bronze hair,
shines like flame.
I love the way he
speaks my name.
His lips are soft
on my cheek.
Each time
my legs go weak.
Hes always waiting
on the sand,
then we walk
hand in hand.
His smile brightens my day,
it chases all the clouds away.
I love him for that.
Its easy to see,
why so many people
are jealous of me.
I love him
and he loves me
thats all that matters …
Us and We.
Millie age 13
I Will Wait for You.
Im standing there,
in the rain, trying not
to remember the pain.
Water runs down my face
I imagine hes there.
His golden face, dark wavy hair.
We met each day just where I stand.
We’d walk hand in hand.
But today Im still waiting.
He loved the rain.
If he clothes got soaked
he wouldnt care.
He told me ‘I will never leave you.’
But Im still waiting.
My phone rang,
but it was his mum.
She said ‘Hes late for dinner.’
I said ‘Hes not here, he didnt come.’
I waited and waited,
my phone rang again.
She screamed ‘HES DEAD!’
There was more, but I didn’t
Hear what she said.
I just ran then.
As I ran I wished he was there,
Holding me, kissing me.
Touching me gently.
I’m still waiting.
I have waited for him.
Every day since then.
I say ‘I am waiting for you.’
I say ‘I am always waiting for you.’
Each day I say . . .
‘I will wait for you.’
Millie age 13
Cathy Cassidy we all adore you
You are the best
Better than the rest
So carry on writing your books
We all love them so much
What will the next one be about?
Well lets all wait to find out!
Kiera age 11
I never thought you’d be my first kiss,
Cool and confident
I’d thought this boy would be,
You’re my best friend,
Awkward, shy,
Both slightly tipsy,
On impulse I stood on my tiptoes
And kissed you on the lips.
It was clumsy,
It was sweet,
Now I’m wondering whether
I should regret that kiss…
Alex, age 15
broken
I don’t know where to start
I’m stuck with a broken heart.
is it real or a dream?
‘Cause you’re just the the new kid
they all think you’re weird
but i don’t care…
it’s uncool to fancy you
my friends don’t like you
but i do
is it wrong to like you?
i’ve a new broken heart
for every day of the week
but you’re different
it’s so strong
what to do now…
or am i just a dreamer?
Aoife, age 11
Him
Hes stands there,
with his friends.
As the lesson,
finaly ends.
I want to speak to him.
make him see,
that Im not a nobody.
Im just me.
Then he turns,
his hair white in the sun.
He smiles at me,
like Im the only one.
He comes closer,
I stand in shock.
He stands in front of me,
my legs in a lock.
He speaks slow,
‘What is your name?
Will you sit with me at lunch?’
His face shining in the light.
Its all I can think of,
in the night.
I walk to the lunch hall,
a smile on my face.
As I look next to him,
theres an empty space.
I sit beside him,
then he stands.
I look at him,
he takes my hands.
‘I love you’ he says,
in a voice like honey.
This proves you cant buy feelings,
with money.
He stays with me whenver he could,
he says ‘When Im not there,
My hearts made of wood.’
I love Him
and He loves Me.
Thats just how it should be.
Millie, age 13
SADNESS
Very dark faces looking at me,
Very dark faces is all i can see,
They dont have expression,
There just watching me,
very dark faces is all i can see!
Chloe age 12
I like this guy in the bus
but I don’t know if he’s a fuss
Everytime when I look at him in the eye
I will always feel very high
But then one day he made his hair bold
I almost cried and my eye were sore
I got use to it for the next few days
So I was like “I’m okay,okay??”
I just wish one day he and I would be together
And I know he is gonna be mine, FOREVER!
Hannah, age 12
Lifes not that easy
i cant read a book
write a story
or a film,take a look
coz when i do i do
i esape into a world of imagantion,
and turn into a person a chareter i dont now who?!?
i need to act like myself
coz yer no doubt about it lifes real
and unfair yer some get dirty dishes some get welth
And the only way to sort it out,
is hurt others who dunno how
it feels to be me when i try to count
the many things that you need to sucseed
but face it..whoever made us all
some of us rise and some of us fallxxx
Anna, age 10
Once upon a time,
There was you,
And there was me,
We lived in perfect harmony,
Until one day,
When you went away,
And i became a princess,
Then everything changed,
Nothing was ever the same,
Happily ever after,
Not.
Kristina age 12
See the girl in the glasses
with braces
with the red hair
with the freckles
thats me.
Will anyone take me seriously?
No, no they won’t
Will anyone fall for me?
No, no they won’t
Does anyone like me
No, no they don’t
Does anyone care for me
No, no they don’t
Do I hate myself?
Yes, yes I do
Geena, age 12
Confusion
I love him,
But he thinks I love someone else.
I used to,
But now I don’t.
Now I hate him.
He found out I loved him,
And he told everyone.
That’s why the other him thinks I love someone else.
But I don’t.
And that’s why he won’t ask me out.
And that’s why I’m crying.
And then there’s my friends,
Or rather, my enemies.
I once had two best friends.
We were really close.
Then they started ganging up on me,
And I broke friends with them.
And then I yelled at them.
I hate them both.
I don’t want to see either of them ever again.
Isn’t life confusing?
Elle, age 13
Dark silence
Silence and darkness,
They both creep up on us,
Twilight is when the darkness descends
And the light leaves,
Silence is broken by dawn,
And glistens at night,
They can be avoided,
But are part of the fears deep
Inside.
Molly age 13
I keep the photographs
the faded black and white
the black is now a rainy grey
the white a sickly yellow.
I drew them
the monoprint past
the technicolour future
but never the present.
They told me it was wrong
that i needed to observe
the real life
not my imagination.
I look out windows
they make sense to me
in my life the sky
never touched the ground.
Jess, age 14
My Dream
I went to school one day,
Bragged to everyone,
Said I was a hero,
My fame had just begun.
‘I was walking in some place,
And I saw a little girl,
She was crying for some help,
I felt my head twist and twirl.’
‘It was time for my hidden action,
My hidden identity too,
I gave a spin like a whirlwind,
And I was soon Golippyglue.’
‘Golippyglue was me,
My secret identity,
I looked around for the girl,
She was being swallowed by a tree!’
‘I knew just what to do,
Get my secret blaster out,
To blast the wretched tree,
Through the air into the snout!’So many people were talking,
‘Where was it set?’ someone said,
I replied, ‘Oh, you know the usual,
The dream was in my head!’
Samii, age 12
HAYLEY
my name is Hayley
my friends call me Hayle
I can’t sing, dance or act
In every test, I fail
I wear glasses and braces
and weigh stones and stones
I look rather lumpy
From the structure of my bones
I have brown hair
it is going on grey
I wish…wish…wish!
that I was beautiful,everday
I am a model
been one since June
I am a singer
but I can’t sing in tune
I am a fashion designer
But I can’t design to save my life
I am a wedding caterer
but who would want me as their wife?
I am a published author
writing 100 books a year
I work in the library
but books are my worst fear
I work at the zoo
I am in the football team
but then I wake up and remember…
that it is just a dream!
Kiera, age 11
Finn’s letter
Dear Dizzy,
school is boring.
I am going to another festival
At the end of the summer,
One somewhere in Dorset.
I am missing you too…
See you in the summer
love you,
Finn xx
Shauna age 9
Stalked Up
They found me in the loos today,
Teased me ‘cause I hid away,
They’re a gang and I’m a geek,
They’re cool and I’m a freak,
What should I do? Should I tell?
I can’t I’d still be cursed by their spell,
They stalked me up I ran away,
I have to tell…now…today…
We found her in the loos today,
Teased her ‘casue she hid away,
We’re a gang and she’s a geek,
We are cool and she’s a freak,
Where’s she gone? Gone to tell,
She won’t she’s cursed by our spell,
We stalked her up she ran away,
She’s gone to tell…now…today…
Holly age 11
BEST FRIENDS
best freinds are there
to comfort you
when you’re crying.
best freinds are there
to copy each other’s homework
before class in the loos.
best friends are there
to pull faces at mean teachers
when they’re not looking.
best friends are like a memory
that lives on forever.
best friends are for
crying your eyes out when
you have to leave them
at the end of yr 6.
dedicated to fliss, bffl until we die and beyond!!
Rushika
Does it take looks to be noticed?
Tears to make you stop?
Smiles perhaps to trick you?
Fury to make you back off?
Is it my fault you dont like me?
Is it yours for being cruel?
I could help if you’d just let me.
Are you really such a fool?
So call me, try and hurt me,
Patronise my friends.
You know that we will beat you.
And today is were it ends.
Philippa
All about me!
Awesome they call me,
but what am i s’posed to say?
Yo, thanks, dude,
it must be my day,
but when it comes to science or maths,
i sit there like a lemon
looking quite naf,
all the attention
goes to my best mate…
what shall i do?
Lucy
Tropical Rainforest
In the tropical rainforest
There are lots of rivers
Above i see the sunset clouds
Standing below is the tree that withers
The tropical rainforests monkey’s
swing from tree to tree
While little crawling bugs
Look up at me!
Daisy
Remember Me
When I am long gone,
What will you remember?
My smile or my frown,
My beauty and grace or
Me the clumsy clown,
My long legs or knobbly knees,
My firm way of speaking
My desperate pleas,
My temper or my patience,
My kisses or my kicks,
My laughing or my snorts,
Me… your girlfriend or
Me… the cute girl in shorts,
The smooth surface or its flaws,
Me a troublemaker or me,
Someone who obeys the law,
When I am long gone,
What will you remember?
My lyrics or my song?
When I am long gone.
Anon, age 11
Best friends.
Best friends forever,
Stay together,
To the end,
And never bend,
When times are hard,
When times are tough,
They have each other,
And that’s enough.
Katie
Blossom’s are growing
while my grandma is sewing
birds are making their golden nest
lambs are growing
what will happen next!
i am worried about my test!
lovely to relax out in the sunshine
while staring at the sky .
hanging your clothes on the pegs
munching easter eggs.
easter is coming soon.
shout “yepeeee”
because spring is here!!!
Jyotsna
Sharp tongues,
Slicing people’s dreams,
Anger and sorrow,
Shouts and screams,
Unnecessary comments,
Bringing people down into tears,
Words like daggers
Hacking like spears
Arguing, provoking
Everyone wants the last word
Bitterness and spite,
Means the truth is never heard,
Scratching and screeching
Always trying, never reaching
No one practising, what they’re preaching
Humanity, always breaching.
There’s no good result
Everything’s an insult
It’s always someone else’s fault
Abuse, like a catapult.
Anger and sorrow
‘We’ll make up tomorrow’
Their pride’s too much to swallow
The Hatred is so thorough
Words like a warrior
With merciless behaviour
People are too superior
Lydia
All About Me!
my band is the Killers,
I think they are thrillers,
there music is cool,
it is my fuel.
my authors Phillip Reeves,
hes the bees knees,
not like cheese,
that makes me sneeze. lol
Will, age 10
White Horses
Empty,
Deserted
the beach can be
but still being conquered
by the wild raging sea
sit back and relax
and watch the white horses
prance and rear.
Jade
i sit on the ground,
next to the apple tree ,
waiting for something ,
some one to see me ,
i walk along the shore of the beach ,
i hear the sea ,
i look at the valley ,
i see a reflection of me ,
it ’s not anything special ,
it’s not anything bright ,
but it’s real ,
it’s my style ,
it’s me alright .
Tamika
Growing up
This year life changed completely
boy’s are suddenly the highlight
of everyone’s conversation
I didn’t understand it until now
he is perfect
is what i thought
but that was what my heart
wanted to believe
when he found out
he laughed while i ran away to cry.
Now im always mad at everyone
im confused im scared
no-one will care
so i snap and shout and
nothing makes sense.
then as if from a dream
i woke up to see him
maybe he wasn’t popular
but so what?
i don’t know if he likes me
but i hope so
i fall under his spell
more and more all the time
and while other kids sent valentines
i wished i would get mine…
Aoife
Lucy is my best friend
Oh Lucy I love you
And when I am stuck for words to say
I would always copy you
And when I’m sad and lonely
Ebony pig gives a snort,
I know she is trying to make me happy
But I want you and me to talk
And when I move on to different school
I shall really miss you
But I shall copy your actions
and way of talking and always copy you!
Izi, age 10
dreams
Is the girl with glasses
allowed to have dreams?
I don’t think so
they just laugh
and so do you..
I still hope it’s just
to impress the guys
but I doubt that now.
Ginger
Friends
Friends are like balloons,
once you let them go
you can’t ever get them back,
so i’ll tie you
to my heart
and never let you go.
Sumaiya
Confused
I’m as confused
as an evergreen
in the midle of a desert!
I’m as confused as a fairy tale
surounded by dictionaries!
I’m a confused polar-bear in Africa!
I’m as comfused as a red sweet
in a gold sweety jar.
I’m as confused as a English word
on a German book!
I’m a confused viking
in the victorian times.
I’m as confused as a Christmas tree
in Summer.
I’m as confused a Tutankhamun in 2008!!!
I’m as confused as a spelling book
with no correct words.
I’m as confused as this poem!!!!
Jayda
Plays
Plays you see
Plays you wish to be
Maybe in a wood
You wish you could
Be a princess in a tower
Or a superhero that has power.
Tamzin
Running
I dont know what i am running from
School, friends, family, home life?
No-one understands why
Neither do I
Maybe I am Forest Gump
Running just because I want to?
But I know that there is
something deeper.
My life is being torn in 2….....
Michaela
I think i like you…
you make me laugh,
you make me smile,
you always know just what to say
to brighten up my gloomy days.
you keep my secrets, you never lie,
you always listen to what i say.
for me and you it’s always been this way
we laugh and smile and talk all day.
but recently whenever i see you
i’ve started feeling strange.
my heart starts pounding
and leaps in my chest,
i get butterflies in my stomach,
and i can’t stop myself from grinning.
at first i didn’t understand,
but, boy, i think i like you (
as more than my best friend).
Anon
The Remembering Stool
The remembering stool
Filled with music,
Recalling all the people who
Have sat on the now not so soft
Cushion
Attemting the music inside,
Practsing nightly to get it right,
Endevering to capture the
Beauty and the Idleness.
Somerset
CATHY
Cool,
Amazing,
Terrific,
Happy…
You’re the best!
Georgia, age 8
Grandma
Soft white hair, like a cloud,
falls over a wrinkled forehead.
Laughter lines sit under closed,
but strong blue eyes.
Round, pink cheeks
lie either side of a small, button nose.
Rosebud lips set just above
a jutting chin.
A small snore…
Grace, age 12
Best friends…
Best Friends
are people who like you
just the way you are
and you should
stick together
through the tough
and fun times….
Ellie, age 11
The world is full of love songs
But this one’s just for you
The world is full of love songs
I wrote this one for you
There’s nothing I can sing
That hasn’t already been sung
There’s nothing I can start
That hasn’t already begun
Still there’s something to be gained
By wishing on a star
A moment that will never change
For a hundred years
Inside your heart
It’s a secret made of gold
A padlocked heart that in your hand
Is safe for you to hold
I wrote a love song just for you
By midnight these words may not be true
So hold me tight
And make things right
Make the world stop spinning
For us tonight.
But did it ever mean a thing to you?
Those words were always true
I wonder what I saw in you
That wasn’t what is now
But somehow I still love you
I only wonder how
You could let me kiss you
You could understand
You could make the tears stop falling
With your gentle hand
When you unlocked the heart of gold
And saw what was inside
When you broke the heart of gold
Because it made you cry.
The world is full of love songs
None of them are for you
The world is full of heartbreak songs
And this one’s just for you.
Still love you Joe x
Tricia
head aches
hand shakes
voice breaks
mind pleads
heart bleeds
soul cries
god hears
grief dies
a light appears
hope is here
god is near
Rebekah, age 12
Love
You know he loves you when…
He squeezes your hand.
He stays on the phone with you,
even though you’re too sad to speak.
He introduces you to his mates as
” the girl I told you about”.
He whispers softly that he loves you.
He strokes your hair.
He dances with you in the pouring rain.
He gives you roses randomly.
He writes you a song and sings it,
even though he is mega embaressed.
He gives you his jacket.
He can make you laugh anytime.
He tells you that you’re beautiful.
He lets you drag him around shops
for at least half an hour!
Ella, age 11
Biscuits
Yesterday,
You broke me,
hurt me,
stamped on my heart.
yesterday
you messed with me,
teased me,
made me believe you loved me.
Today Im eating biscuits
Eating eating biscuits.
To fill the emptyness in my heart.
Packet after packet,
replaying that horrible moment
again and again.
“Im leaving you and your mum.”
Tomorrow I’ll be eating biscuits,
to fill your space up
and trying to forget,
the smell of polos
and the place in your hugs,
where I just fit in.
And the funny spoon on your nose trick,
and the “brilliant” off key singing.
And your comforting smile and…...
Biscuits. Back to the biscuits.
Ella, age 11
Me
I see the future, nothing but,
that’s my way of life, not past, future:
I see, what I want,
the delicate meal.
Behind me are days, wasted on air.
Unforgettable memories;
I am what you see,
nothing more, nothing less.
They see me differently,
as an arrow ready to fire;
they don’t listen through their ears,
just their eyes.
To them I am trouble,
a pain, a sign of death.
That smell, it tugs at me,
it pulls me down, I have to follow,
so that’s what I do,
go down then back up,
but not this time,
this time it’s only down.
Jess, age 14
I keep the photographs
the faded black and white
the black is now a rainy grey
the white a sickly yellow.
I drew them
the monoprint past
the technicolour future
but never the present.
They told me it was wrong
that i needed to observe
the real life
not my imagination.
I look out windows
they make sense to me
in my life the sky
never touched the ground.
Jess, age 14
Little Gem
I remember
when i first saw you
you had a lovely golden Face
that shone in the sunlight
your brown eyes
didn’t reflect the spirit
that we knew you had
we took you
under our wing
and you found your feet
and gave us back the love
we had shown you
my four legged friend
Little Gem
Amy
Best Friends
Best friends are there
When you are blue
They laugh and they giggle
Never leaving for someone new
They are there for you
Thorough thick and thin
They take all the bad stuff
And throw it in the bin
And last but not least
If they are feeling down
You should do your best
To turn that frown upside down!
Caitlin
The Sea
i look at the sea as a hungry tiger
hunting for prey
with demons inside her
all at once i hear a shout
a cry a sound of panic
makes me think the tiger is manic
in i go
in i dive
on this cold september day,
i take the hand in front of me
as it leads me to the paradise
of the cold blue sea…
Leanne, age 13
New Friend
She sat next to me
Her eyes, big and wide
I sat on the swings at break
and she sat near the slide
At lunch she looked at me
for the first time
I felt embarressed
She began to mime
I didn’t understand
She pointed at her ear
I was still puzzled
I begun to feel fear
I shook my head
but she grabbed my arm
and looked into my eyes
and opened out her palm
inside was a paper note
The words on the paper
said: I am Deaf
but my name is Sophie.
she gave me a sad smile
I felt horrible and mean
My eyes were watery
I don’t care what they had seen
Cause I know
She and me
we’ll be friends forever.
Louise, age 10
Susurrous
I heard a word I’d never heard-
Susurrous, It’s so absurd!
It means a rustling whispering sound,
Like leaves brushing along the ground.
Susurrous is just so odd,
Like onychophagist or amphipod!
Perhaps someone created it
It just doesn’t seem to fit,
I don’t know if it’s real or a mistake!
But susurrous, so cool, it can’t be fake!
Lydia
McR
All those songs
that keep me living
Yet they cant stop me crying
In the rain.
Early sunsets over monroeville
And that heart-to-heart
we had
About how you know
what its like
To be growing up
And in love with some crazy,
emo lad…
But you cant stop me dreaming
Even though they wake me
screaming in the dark…
Cause Helena’s no more
Than a bunch of lyrics
on a page
And If Cemetery Drive
Saved my life and
Kept me alive…
Well that’s okay….
Because I live and breathe my music
Its still playing in my head
From Astro Zombies to Cancer
Demolition Lovers
And even plain old Dead…
Tricia, age 12
Voices
I heard voices in the sea
They spoke of you and me
They said you were leaving here
And travelling far away
Is it true my love or false?
I must know
to stop me crying
Could you leave me here?
Leave me on my own?
I always thought
when I was younger
If you left me I’d be strong
But I’m just worn out
Go where you belong
All these restless
days of silence
All the smiles
between the tears
I’m just worn out
I’ve got no strength for fears
It’s goodbye
and farewell now
It’s so good that
we should part
With as much love
for each other
As we had right
from the start
Georgia, age 12
I’LL SEE YOU IN THE SKY
I love you, Jake.
I love everything we had
to do together,
the way your lips touched
my cheek.
And on hot summer days
you’d take me swimming-
make sure that i didn’t drown.
And if i hurt myself,
you’d be right there,
to the rescue.
I love you, Jake
I love the way you’d look at me
with those big brown eyes
and say,
” I love you, forever,”.
Oh Jake,
why can’t there be more boys
like you on this Earth?
If there were,
I wouldn’t be so depressed.
I need you bad, Jake,
I need you.
I love you, Jake,
I love you.
See you in the sky.
Kaia, age 11
your not dead really.
the day you died,
everybody around cried.
we all wept like willows,
i cant sleep on wet pillows.
mummy told me you were ok,
that we’d meet agian one day
i thought you would know,
i didn’t want you to go.
Emily, age 13
Auntie Teresa,
A new angel in the sky,
She left us so
Quickly, just,
I wonder, why.
She was seventy-three,
To me, that’s not very old,
As busy as a bee,
With a heart of pure gold.
I must accept
that she is gone,
But I still do
not realise why,
From a living person,
she was demoted,
To an angel in the sky.
I miss you so much xxx
Rahcael, age 10
Cathy Cassidy.
Cathy Cassidy,
you always rock,
Cathy Cassidy,
you’ve broke that sock,
Cathy Cassidy,
you’re my fav author,
Cathy Cassidy,
you’re my poem’s border!
Lots of love
from Fareeha. xxx
Fareeha, age 11
My Way
When things are getting
Too bad to say
Then just let them go
Youll feel much better that way
And youll be happy
Once again
Youll meet someone new
Then just make friends
friends (echo)
Together you make
a friendship stronger
Forever (echo)
Together make a team (echo)
Gemma, age 10
What is Love?
Love is butterflies
in your stomache,
Whenever he smiles
you’re way,
Whenever you’re eyes
meet his,
You know he’s just
made you’re day.
Love is like a punch
in the stomach,
Whenever he looks away,
Whenever his eyes meet hers,
you know he’s just
ruined you’re day.
Love is a hurtful
unforgiving game,
unless you live on tv,
so that is where
i want to be,
because a tv romance
wont hurt me.
Heather, age 12
Australia
In Australia…
I feel hot air
bouncing on my cheek
The sand is so different
It doesn’t make a creak
Like the cold wooden floors
at Haydenby Mansion
Never again
will I feel the tension
I am going to live my life
However I want to live it
In Australia…
In Australia…
In Australia,
anything is possible
Katherine, age 9
Bad hair day
Woke up at half past eight
Much too late
Woulda been up earlier
Not feeling great.
No time for a shower now
No clean clothes
Can’t find the perfect outfit now
Get up and go.
Don’t look in the mirror girl
Just in case
Seven years’ bad luck just think
Because of your face.
It’s gonna be a
bad hair day
I can even hear them
whispering now
It’s gonna be a
Bad hair day
I’m so paranoid
I think I could drown.
Do they
Think I smell?
Are they looking at my hair?
Have I got
lipstick on my teeth?
I’m not safe anywhere.
It’s a bad hair day
But you know what they say
Beauty comes from the inside
So be yourself
And dont try and hide!
It’s gonna be a
bad hair day
Couldn’t pull the brush
through I’m-
Tied in knots.
Is a chignon the fashion
Or does it show my spots?
Tricia, age 12
chaty cassidy!!
cathy cassidy
is the best,
from all does books
always likes to rest!
where does she get
all these ideas from?
i bet she can’t concentrate
when theres a snowstorm!!
she’s the best always is,
comon lets give her
a little quiz!!
Njideka, age 11
love on Bombfire night:
explosions surrounding me
fountains of colour
dancing fireworks
one after the other
streams of laughter
sweets galore
children chanting
I WANT MORE
sparklers wave
while dancers dance
your heart starts to thunder
as you find romance
he takes your hand
and leads you by the fire
you start to dance
with a secret desire
laughter still screaming
children still wanting more
but suddenly you forget
and ignore them all
fireworks still exploding
sweets still galore
but as your dancing
you ignore them all
his eyes lit up
you eyes sparkle too
as bright as the fireworks
striking above you
By Kim RobertsKim, age 11
People can be
People can be black or white
people can be brown or cream
people can be outgoing and loud
people can be shy and sensitive
But inside we are all equall!
People can be Muslims
People can be Hindus
People can be Jewish
People can be Christians
But inside we all are equal
You see everyone is different
that is what makes us special
it doesnt matter
if your a different religion
it just means
you are like everyone else!
Pri, age 10
That boy that bullies me.
Was it him
Or is it me,
Cause there’s a boy
that bullies me.
He caals me names,
He says I’m ugly
That boy that bullies me.
I don’t like him
He don’t like me
That boy that bullies me
What am I supposed to Do,
Is there any way I can stop him?
What am I to do?
Please someone
send a response
telling me what to do!
Rachel, age 11
my fingers are sweating
fear and my head
is bowed in shame.
“how could you!”
dad shouts at me.
mum wont even meet eyes
with me.
“mum?” i ask,
my voice and unxpected whisper.
“jordan, are you even listening to me?”
my dads face is right up to mine
so i could feel the spit
on my cheek.
“i told you dad, i didnt do ANYTHING!”
i shout back.
mum has had enough now
and is humming a tune.
dad will never take my side.
and i will never take jodys.
i hate her…now.
Bef, age 11
I wish there was someone there,
I wish I found someone to care,
I’ve been to all the places,
I’ve seen so many faces,
I’m stuck in this world alone,
With nowhere to call my home,
I want to stop the travelling,
I wish I could just give in.
I wish it was like a book,
One word and you’re in for good
Emiliaaa, age 14
Angel in the sky
im an angel in the sky
looking down
i never cry
and people betraying
each other’s trust
im an angel in the sky
at night
not trying to cry
at the people who cry tonight
for angels
never cry
Jenniefer, age 13
colours emotion.
blue the colour of the sky,
the colour that the birds fly through,
feeling the air of freedom,
pink the colour of sweetness,
the welcoming taste,that soothes down your tastebuds,
orange the colour of the sweet,tangy flavour,
Dolapo, age 12
Colours
White is for the milky way
blue is for a summers day
yellows for a bumble bee
purples like the deepest sea
but pink is for sparkling jewels
and grey is for the biggest muels.
Rebecca, age 12
i am
i am a girl
i am a sister
i am a granddaughter
i am a daughter
i am a friend
i am a best friend
i am a dog owner
i am a swimmer
i am a fan of cathy cassidy
Elizabeth, age 11
(Song For My Beloved)
As time flew by,
I knew this couldn’t last.
Salty tears down our cheeks,
Thinking of the past.
Holding each other’s hand,
We were just so strong.
I wrote your name in the sand,
Now I’m writing this song.
And know, I look back,
Memories of the past.
Our friendship we lack,
So sad it didn’t last.
Imogen, age 11
I don’t want to be buried
with fancy jewels
I don’t care about my looks,
But if you’d just bury me
with my books,
Because books are clever
books are sad,
Books are good
books are bad,
Books will always last,
So bury me with books
that’s all I ask.
Sophie, age 13
The Badger’s bath.
The badger had been doing
What badger’s do best.
Digging.
Then his mother called him in
And he did what he also did best.
Scampering.
Bath time called his mother
And again
he was doing what he did best.
Whimpering.
Please mother he said
I am not dirty
Just look at yourself
your filthier than your father
Get to the tub now she had added
Badger did what he did best.
And refused.
SPLASH!
Mother vs. son
will always win she smiled.
Badger did what he did best.
Shaking the bubbles off him.
Dry yourself down she said.
He did as he was told.
Then badger crept out the garden.
And did what badgers did best.
Digging.
from your number one fan
meg
Megan, age 11
The Fight
We were happy,
laughing, getting along.
But something went totally,
terribly wrong.
We disagreed at first,
nothing too much.
But then our fists began to touch:
Our noses bled,
we screamed more and more,
Suddenly the teacher
burst through the door.
She tried to help,
but matters got worse.
Somebody’s lip
horrendously burst.
We don’t know what started it;
this had never happened before,
But there we were,
rolling on the floor.
We scratched every bit
of visible skin,
Teachers shouting
just added to the din.
Mary called the ambulance,
And she was in a bit of a trance:
Watching us breaking
each other’s bones.
We ran out of energy,
now there were just groans.
Everyone had to help
clean up the blood,
And us, in our ambulance,
sped through the mud.
Niamh, age 10
im still in love with you
your top student
im failing science
but i dont care
remembering
those happy days
we were both 4 years young
free in pure innocent love
i walk into the classroom
you stand up
that gorgeous golden hair
those gorgeous golden eyes
those crimson lips
i sooo wanna kiss you
in the rain
without the pain
and hug you
lift me off my feet
hold me tenderly gently
miss calls out our names
he holds out his hand
slender soft fingers
then take mine into his
i take one last look athim
and he sits down
i sit next to him
our eyes meet and then
the moments gone
its 10 years later
your still gorgeous
im still in love with you
alway have
always will
when our 14th year ends
take me to the prom
tell me you love me back
dance with me all night
hug me everlasting
kiss me a thousand kisses
i still love you
do you still love me?
plz say you do…plz?
Jodie, age 14
the earth
is my shoes.
the wind
is my muse.
i move
like a whisper,
or a
memory
of a whisper.
no one knows
where i call home.
i don’t even know.
i wander
like a dog
on the run.
i am
wild.
The Dreamer, age 11
my heart aches
when i look at him
he seems to not realise
im in love with him
but i told him that iam
but he just walks on by
but now hes got a girlfriend
and i try not to care
but deep down inside
iam hurt and betrayed
i hate i hate i hate
i say in my mind
but really
as i look at him
i want him to be mine
Jennier, age 13
Teen Struggle
It’s a struggle
that transformation
You need the right formulation
Greasy hair,
spotty skin
Fretting over
what you’re wrapped in
Obsessive eating,
disorders and diets
Kids saying
“smoking, go on try it”.
You have to be
the same as the rest
Your emotions and feelings
put to the test
No-one cares
about the individual you
Whether you’re happy,
excited, angry or blue
Being ‘in’
popular and cool
Is what you care about
at school!
Not working hard
and achieving well
It’s all about whether
you’re fat or you smell
Worry each day
“what will they think”?
Am I ugly?
Do I stink?
Changing looks,
changing clothes
Spot on my forehead,
bright red nose
Don’t listen to my parents
They don’t know anything
I only care about
what I’m wrapped in
That’s what kids think,
how they talk
I have loved my parents,
before I learnt to walk
I have loved them all my life,
thirteen years,
and will continue too
I won’t listen to that crowd,
I’ll be individual,
that’s what I’ll do
I don’t label myself;
I’m not a toy in a shop
I don’t think it’s wise to label,
no its not
I’m not a Chav,
Skater, Goth or Emo
I’m me, myself,
Victoria Munro!
Victoria, age 13
Is that what freinds are for?
if this is what
you call freinds
Then i’d rather
poke myself with pens
All the falling out
When really you didnt do nowt
They make you jealous
they make you scared
they upset you and
you once thought they cared
sometimes you just
have to move on
then all your freindship
Bang its gone
You make knew freinds
but you never forget
That you really wish
you’d never met.
Marney, age 10
Here is a goodbye poem,
just random:
You may have felt
you had to leave,
we didn’t think the same,
we will all miss
your cherished love,
and we know
it brought you fame,
A thank you to
all you’ve done,
we know its hard
to keep up the fun,
so through the times,
the rise and fall
we say goodbye
once and for all.
Issy, age 10
dragging
down
to you
dragging
down to you
i can’t controll it
theres something about you
dont know what it is i see
down
to you
willing?
a fool in love?
it’s in your eyes
you can’t control it
but i know i love you.
Kirsty, age 13
The sun glimmered
through the branches of the trees
and the blue sky
welcomed anyone
out side of their homes.
I sat on the window seat
and gazed longingly
out of the window
into the big wide world.
I watched people walked past,
some with young children,
some with friends
or some alone.
Alone.
That’s how i felt,
like a widowed woman
lying down in her empty
double bed.
Like a rhythm without it’s beat.
Alone.
Mia, age 13
Where I’ll go.
Maybe he will come back
And pull me in again
Maybe he will come back
But be left out in the rain
I don’t want him to come back
But then again I do
Maybe all I want is
A path to run to you
I ran to you the last time,
You didn’t let me go
I struggled kicked and punched.
But you and I both know.
When I go and make a scene
And scream to be let free
There isn’t one single place
Where I would rather be
He came for me last night
I stood up proud and strong
He tried the same old evil tricks
But I soon proved him wrong
I ran out there and then
Shouting at him “NO”
He smirked “You’ve got nowhere”
But I knew where I’d go.
Veronica, age 12
I didn’t know
that she was behind me,
that she was standing
right there,
I didn’t mean to say it,
so it is hardly fair,
That I could feel hurt,
her anger and her hate,
I thought I’d better
say sorry now,
before it was all too late,
But I saw something
in her eyes that day,
Something that made me feel,
Like something unimportant,
stupid and unreal,
I saw that I had hurt her,
far beyond repair,
And saying sorry
would mean nothing,
That she wouldn’t care.
30 years on
and nothing has changed,
We speak only when we have to,
And those brown eyes
are still full of hurt,
It’s a shame really,
Because I loved her.
Pixie, age 14
By The Sea.
He stands on the beach,
sun on his face.
Each step has taken
filled with grace.
His floppy bronze hair,
shines like flame.
I love the way he
speaks my name.
His lips are soft
on my cheek.
Each time
my legs go weak.
His golden eyes shine
like the sun.
They spark at
the mention of ‘fun’.
Hes great at sports
and at school.
Everybody thinks hes cool.
Hes always waiting
on the ssand,
then we walk
hand in hand.
We dance,
we sing
and just have a laugh.
We’re coverd in sand
and need a bath!
His smile brightens my day,
it chases all the clouds away.
I love him for that.
its easy to see,
why so many people
are jealouse of me.
I love him
and he loves me
thats all that matters …
Us and We.
Millie, age 13
The New Girl
She’s not from around here.
From a far,
strange, distant land.
Though somehow she is the star
to our stage.
All the boys love her.
All the girls envy her.
Her cool, rich accent fills the rooms.
Her hair down to her shoulders,
a scarf around her neck.
When she smiles,
the whole room brightens.
Her laugh kind, and sweet.
Everyone wishes to be
her friend.
Because she is,
the new girl.
Katherine, age 13
THE DREAM
I had a dream last night
A wonderful dream indeed
I dreamt I was in a forest
Where there are no gusts
of rain
Only little showers
Were a drip falls
like a teardrop
Soft, gentle and kind
Where if it is windy
It doesn’t roar
like an engine
But like a soft whistle
In my dream
I let me hair down
So it could flap freely
by my shoulders
the trees were very tall
around me
moss covering the bottom
of them
as if like a shoe
I found a pixie circle
They wrote me a small,
crumpled note
But then sadly I woke
I was holding the note
I read it slowly
It said:
‘All you have to do is dream’
I placed the note
on my dusty shelf
Beside my money box
Rebecca, age 13
As we sit by the sea,
on the golden grainy sand,
The lull of the waves
calm and tranquil,
You’re holding my hand.
As we sit in the park,
On the muddy grassy land,
the sun, an amber glow,
you’re holding my hand.
As I sit on the beach,
right there by the sand,
i wish you were here,
and holding my hand.
Lorna-beth, age 14
Take me Away
Lead me from the desert,
Take me from the fire,
Save me from the fall,
Protect me from desire.
Squeeze my hand tight,
And save me from the danger,
Take me to an oasis,
My calm and noble stranger.
Please let me escape
from this world,
Of death and destruction,
Of pain and suffering,
Of lies and seduction.
Please let me not cry
a single tear,
Because of our own doing,
Forget our stupid,
reckless past,
And try to start renewing.
Lia, age 13
Ugly
My reflection
gazes back at me,
her devilish smile
makes me shiver,
her ribs
so sharply pointed,
her legs
make me quiver,
I know
I’m still not satified,
I won’t be not until
I’ve achieved perfection,
every day i stand here
screaming,
at my ugly,
ugly reflection.
Some people say
I’m crazy,
that I keep letting her
tease me,
but that girl in the mirror,
just never seems to please me.
Zoe, age 13
im reading indigo blue,
it the best!
my poem,
poor indie,
mum and misti
stuck in a dump.
best friend,
Jo has been moody and mean.
i love your books!
Ellie, age 11
Dreams aren’t just for sleeping,
there wishes in disguise.
Hoping,
wishing for a suprise,
to see that face,
those loving eyes staring at me
with no suprise.
The way ur hand held mine
but all i see is you and me
loven in a dream fantasy.
Lillie, age 11
Figure Skater
Feeling free,
gliding softly
Childhood dreams,
winter Olympics
Painful bruises,
aching feet
6 am practice,
sharp tongue of coach
Swarovski crystals,
white boots
Landing that Axel,
beating your best
Winning gold,
perfect six
Mao Asada,
Michelle Kwan,
Sasha Cohen
Passion, dedication, discipline
Next season it starts all again
Laura, age 15
Sun showers,
Shooting stars,
I never want to grow up,
Make believe is much too fun,
Fireflies,
Forest lights,
I shall never grow up,
Not when I’m with you.
Alex, age 15
My last Night
I stand by a lake,
The colour so intense,
A bright dazzling blue,
So opaque and so dense,
The moonlight glitters above me,
My only ray of light,
One tiny sparkling diamond,
In a cold and stormy night.
As a breeze brushes past my face,
I sense a silence that could kill,
But no ripples cross the water,
It remains an eerie blanket of still,
I can still remember your words,
Which drove me to this day,
They are etched into my heart,
And forever they will stay,
As I take my finale breath,
There’s only one thing I wish I could do,
My last living regret,
To say that I love you.
So here ends my life,
But I know I will not cry,
As I step into the water,
And whisper, goodbye.
anon, age 13
GOODBYE
there are things i wish
i’d said
there are things i wish
i’d never done
a life full of regrets
suits no one
i wish i’d fought harder
to get you to stay
when you walked away from me
that cold and stormy day
i know i did wrong
but everyone makes mistakes
did you rally have to react that way?
but now it’s too late
you caused so much pain.
i was hurt by my best friend
how can anyone heal from that?
but all would be forgiven
if you would just come back…
do you even care
now i’m dead inside?
oh well… i guess it’s time to say
goodbye.
Jo, age 15
cathy u rock
cathy u r class
i wish u taught my class
i could read all your books
i wish i had ur looks
i love ur books
ps please keep writting
hsmrocks, age 11
Solo
I stand up upon the stage,
I read my lines loud and clear
Of all the things I’ve had to do,
this would have been the hardest.
I see him out in the audience,
his face full of eagerness,
i say the last line,
with passion and everyone stops
to think about my words.
Finally after moments of silence
the audience breaks out into applause.
I smile and take a bow.
I’m the star of the show,
well, of course,
because its about my life.
Boring and dull as it may seem,
its mine, and i respect my life,
because i have the people i love in it.
This is it, my life,
for one day,in words.
I drop the pen and look at it.
Its beautiful.
My diary entry, for Janurary 19th.
Hayley, age 12
His beady eyes lock onto mine
as the creepy man stands(hands in pockets)
infront of my frightened self
on the gravel path.
His voice echoes
inside my head.
His black, snake like hair
burns my pupils.
His terrifying shout parades around
my ear as the the painful beater
whacks my huge ear drum.
The stale smell of unknown beer
swims in the terrible tobacco pool
which has flooded my nose.
I can almost taste the illegal drug
which wrestles with him.
This is the type of man
I don’t want to be stood infront of right now,
but I am and I’m all alone,
facing him myself,
wondering what might happen next…
Nadia, age 11
C-cannot get enough
A-a brilliant author
T-the best!
H-heartwarming stories
Y-you can’t help but love her!
C-coolest, ever!
A-amazing!
S-she rocks!
S-soooo cool!
I-i love her!
D-don’t stop writing!
Y-Yay for cathy!
R-read all her books!
O-omg, she rules!
C-cathy rules
K-kewlest, ever!
S-she is every teens fave authour!
Zoe, age 11
my best friend sorcha (from your BFF, Zoe!)
to my best friend in the world,
you are so special to me.
if it weren’t for pony camp,
we could have never been!
orla, alex, hannah too,
their all cool i guess,
but out of all in the world,
sorcha, your my best!
Zoe, age 11
Flying Together.
we canter round,
forever more,
flying together,
every jump
merley our wings.
your bursts of breath
leaving mist in the air,
your silky tail flowing like a waterfall.
you nicker softly.
but one time we were jumping,
it was all my fault.
i pushed you faster,
against the clock,
but we didn’t make it.
instead of your gracful arc,
we crashed through.
but in the sky,
when i join you,
we’ll be flying togehter again.
Zoe, age 11
Are my friends friends?
I do not know,
we have our rows
and apart we go,
are my friends friends?
you tell me
coz i don’t have a clue
Please help me
Rebekah, age 10
Friendships never end
I believed it.
All too strong,
When our fights were discreet,
Then like a fire had lit.
All is said,
But not so much done.
A fight that never came
Nor ended
No help lended.
Sick inside
Don’t want it to end.
No one on my side,
I am silent but
Some how to blame.
Never understanding,
But friendships…
Can only end.
Kathryn, age 12
a poem to my crush
its odd,
loving you.
its as if you could walk through me.
you don’t see me.
i want you to be mine,
i can see you see me
as the nerdy girl next door.
i see your eyes move
through me to the pretty,
popular girl,
a shell, a mere clone.
you don’t see past my thick glasses
or braces to the girl inside,
her personality.
you don’t see me.
you almost held my hand once,
but i blew it.
and suddenly i realise,
its all my fault.
yet i still love you,
despite what you say,
you must see me,
past the girl you think i am,
i plea.
The Anounamous Heartache, age 11
i have a friend. Her name is Isabella. She is my best friend because we can sit and chat all day long, for as many hours we like. We always have something to talk about.
I tell her all of my secrets even the really embarrassing ones, but i can always trust her to keep it a secret because shes not real…
Kristy, age 14
You’re stumbling through,
It’s like walking on air.
Reaching for something
That just isn’t there.
You’re stuck in a bubble,
Enveloped by doubt.
Can’t find a way,
To break yourself out.
To you life’s a tunnel,
A beginning but no end.
A road with too many
Potholes and bends.
Then you see light,
An escape that’s glowing.
You find the courage
To keep on going.
And then your eyes,
Are opened to all.
You’re safe in the hands
That won’t let you fall.
You’ve found something solid,
The bubble is burst.
You’re left with a new,
Unquenchable thirst.
A thirst for knowledge,
For strength and for sight,
That can only be relieved
By reaching the light.
Iz, age 13
YOU
Person
Mystery
Best Friend?
Secret Teller
Teenager
Liar
Enemy
That’s what you were to me
ME
New Girl
Mystery
Best Friend?
Knower
Hater
Hurter
Enemy
That’s what I was to you
I never knew it would hurt
As much as it did
To say I didn’t want to be
Your friend anymore
In my head it didn’t hurt
But when I said it
The drops of water
Rolling down my cheeks
Had to be tears
NOTHING
That is what we are now
To each other
Nonexistent
Ellen, age 12
I love reading
Reading reading
day and night,
Always brings me
such delight,
To delve deep down
into a story,
Whether it be sad
or gory.
So sat there
just reading a book,
In my head
see how it may look,
Snuggled warm
with books galore,
Is my perfect heaven
and more.
Maisie, age 11
I look at you,
I look at me,
We’re so different,
can’t you see?
I loved you so,
but now I don’t,
It’s hard for me to say this,
but I hated that kiss.
Jumbled girl, age 12
Peace
Everyone everywhere
Raise their hands in the air
And we sing, we sing, we sing
The world should come together
Live in peace forever
All’s not fair in war
In love the fairness will
soar
So come together and bring it
Sing it, dance it, live it
Forever
Shirja, age 12
Merman
I waited on the shoreline
For him to come and greet me
I waited by the waves
Hoping he would meet me.
I sat down and watched them
roll in to the sand
I think i saw a crystal tear
That could not touch dry land.
Maybe I was dreaming
And maybe it’s not true
But i think I saw a scaly tail
flick from the distant blue.
I’m sure I heard him call my name
Once- just once, but never again.
I picked up a seashell
And held it to my ear.
And amongst the ocean’s roar
His voice then did I hear
Clear as crystal
Out from the blue
Clear as crystal
‘I love you’
Then I wrote his name in the sand
Let the shell drop from my hand
And the driftwood that lay there,
soaked and still
Held the message from my merman
and of dreams still unfulfilled.
Tricia, age 12
Books
i like reading peek a boo
i just know that you do, too
my friends all say i’m weird
i’m proud at a book i peered
reading is my favourite hobby
but apart from that i’m also gobby
you will catch me with a book
but – sometimes – I like to cook!
Marney, age 10
Try and bring me down
And you will fail.
Try and break my spirit
And you will fail.
I will not fall.
I will not give in.
What’s victory without a fight?
You can’t break me, you can’t break me.
I’m stronger than you.
I have faith.
I have peace.
I have hope.
You can’t break me, you can’t break me.
You’ll never be able to take me down.
You can’t hurt me.
You wont shatter this facade
You can’t break me, you can’t break me.
Anon, age 13
Only, Never
Only friends, Never mates,
Only pathways, Never gates.
Only hedges, Never flowers,
Only stormy, Never showers.
Only young, Never old,
Only silver, Never gold.
Only rivers, Never streams,
Only nightmares, Never dreams.
Maisie, age 11
Thirteen Things I’d Love about You
I’d love that you could make me laugh
I’d love that you could make me sing
I’d love the way you’d love me
And take me under your wing.
I’d love how you would make me coffee
I’d love how you would help me work
I’d love to feel your pale cheek
I’d love to shout and scream at you.
I’d love the way you would get mad
I’d love the way you would get sad
I’d love your writing, your books, and your face
I’d love your loving affection.
If only you could see
That it’s too complicated…
I’d love being your life-partner,
your soulmate, your true.
But I’m not tempted enough to give up,
My happy life for you.
Beatrice, age 12
Friends
(To Shemari & Bukola)
You are the people I rely on,
My very best friends!
If there’s anyone out there,
It’d be my friends!
Nada, age 9
when we met
there was nothing
between us
we formed a bond
made that mistake
became friends
now
i can’t stand you
but i don’t say it
i put up a wall
of glass
if i said what was wrong
when you asked
all those times
the wall would
shatter
but would it be better
to have broken glass
in your heart
than to live forever
in a lie?
Ellen, age 12
A Secret
The golden carpet lay upon the sea,
The silver stars shone faintly down the bar,
Its glittering gaze reflected back on me,
The roaring sounds of twilight like a car.
The silent moans of spitting were so light,
No sound talked back as a hiss was about it,
The birds flew swiftly across just like a kite,
The rays from the ball went dimmer bit by bit.
The night raced up and chased away the sun,
The moon woke up and lit the ocean floor,
Only black and white were seen, oh just like a nun,
The midnight flow was back, what a bore.
Oh such a peaceful night, oh, what should we think?
But nobody knows a secret in a blink.
Hails, age 11
Round and Round
Feelin’ bit round
and round and round and round
Feelin’ bit round and round
and round and round
can you feel the motion
in your… body
can you feel the the wonder
in your… mind
urrrrraaaaaahhhhhh!
urrrrraaaaaahhhhhh!
feelin’ bit rouuuuuuunddd!
Ciara, age 9
Bat
He hangs upside down
His grin turns into a frown
He has jet black wings
And sadly just squeeks he cant sing
He lives at
the cave he is a BAT!!!!!!!!
Katrin, age 9
To Worried best friend:
I know how it feels to be batted away,
To be shrunk in confusion,
To have a bad day,
Trust me on this one,
I know how it feels
when you loved someone so,
But then they stop loving you,
It’s hurts hard (I would know),
But all through this hard time,
Just sit down and think,
Life is about choices,
And sometimes they stink!
Stick by your family,
Your pets and your books,
And one day –I should know-,
He’ll stop giving you sour looks.
Angel, age 13
I was the girl,
you hid away.
I was the girl,
who had to pay.
Even through the tough times,
i’d stand by your side.
I’d be there forever,
the more i tried.
You threw me away,
just like all other girls.
You made me feel worhtless,
you didn’t notice my curls.
I want you back,
more than you know.
I miss your warm hugs,
and the trips to the snow.
I miss your bad style,
and your lame jokes.
I miss our long trips,
maybe even your folks.
I’m lost without you,
i’m so sick, i could hurl.
I really need you back,
love, your baby girl.
Lyndal, age 15
Finding yourself
When you find your true self.
You find your true friends.
Finding yourself should
make you happy.
If you aren’t happy
you haven’t found yourself.
Somtimes it is difficult
to leave your other self behind
thinking you wont find those friends
but they are always there.
Or thinking they will
turn their backs on you.
Your true friends
will be there for you.
Pulling your chair out
to let you sit down.
Holding you up when you feel weak.
There is a true friend
for everyone out there.
There is a true self
for everyone out there.
The longer you wait
the harder it will be.
Misty, age 13
Early Mornings and Firelight.
you wanted me,
so much so that we couldn’t be apart,
for a whole three days,
we were inseperable,
your hand in mine,
your head at my ear,
whispering sweet nonsense,
but now im a friend,
of the best variety of course,
and i watch you break these girls hearts,
every week,
why do i still feel sympathy for you?,
after what you put me through.
Amy, age 16
Dreamers.
Hope was a dreamer,
And she had hopes.
She carried on,
when times were low.
People respected her
for who she was,
But she had a dark side,
a dark past.
She let it hurt her,
She let it shadow her.
Her dreams were crushed,
her hopes were gone.
Her so-called friends
were just fakes,
Her real friends long gone.
And when she grew up,
she realised what she’d done,
and there was no turning back.
Don’t be like hope,
And don’t let the past hurt you,
Because Hope was me.
Hope, age 14
the river has a bed
but cannot sleep on it
needles have eyes
but they cannot see
it is all so
confusing for me!
Ciara, age 9
This Sickness Has No Cure.
You were funny,
You were kind.
But I left you,
At the back of my mind.
You were sweet,
You were cool.
You were great,
And too cool for school.
How did I know,
How was I to.
That all the while,
I was in love with you.
I tried to hide it,
I lied to you.
I didn’t think,
You’d love me to.
You were nothing like other boys,
You were so kind.
I tried to find a fault in you,
But there was nothing to find.
Until one day,
You broke my heart.
You left it in pieces,
And tore it apart.
You’re like an Indian summer,
In the middle of winter.
And like a hard candy,
With a surprise center.
Every time I look at you,
I get lost in your eyes.
And every time you speak,
I dwell in your goodbyes.
I need to call 999,
Because your my sickness
and your way too strong.
And your my drug,
But I can’t hang on too long.
Your disease is making me weak.
And I can’t stand,
On my own two feet,
With out you.
THIS SICKNESS HAS NO CURE.
Yuliana, age 11
She sits and stares,
her blue eyes darken,
her blue eyes narrow,
her blue eyes mist.
She turns away.
He lies in pain,
his heart thumps thrice,
his hear thumps twice,
his heart thumps once.
He is dead.
She starts to sob,
Her crying is uncontrollabe,
Her crying is heartbreaking,
Her crying is feverish.
She waits.
She waits for someone
to notice she is there.
someone who will care.
someone who will take pity.
She waits for someone
in this vast city.
That person never comes.
And she is still there,
With his dead body.
With her big, blue eyes,
She still cries.
And she is still waiting. . .
Urvashi, age 13
Some People (for my mum)
Some people smile,
Some people cry,
Some people live,
some people die,
Some people have it all,
Some people have nothing,
But there’s people like you
who care and share.
I’ll love you no matter what, mum.
Secret Sender
Shining Star-
Every silver lining has a cloud,
That makes us dull
and drags us down,
And thunder and lightning
fills our head,
And sunshines gone
and others have fled,
But think of thoughts
that keep us warm,
Think of the stars
beyond that storm.
Maisie, age 11
Looking at you
Looking at you,
I feel warm,
Looking at you,
I feel sore,
Looking at you,
I feel something,
I’ve never felt before.
Emma, age 10
Charlie
How can I sum up
Charlie.
Well first things first
Shes a girl whos 10
And has a lot of imagination.
Shes always giving out
About silly things like
Using a mobile phone
Will send radiation to your brain.
I don’t know where
She gets this stuff.
The only who can get through
To her is Tom (Her brother)
She would like to see the moon
Or go around the world
In a hot air balloon.
How can I sum up Charlie?
Well she’s always in a mind of her own!
Bridget, age 10
She walks alone,
Light.
Barely making footprints in the sand.
The waves tickling her ankles.
She squints
At the sunset,
Takes a deep breath.
Takes a deep breath
And tries to exhale all her miseries away
Her heart.
Broken.
She digs,
Tries to place her heavy heart there.
Shoves sand over it.
Forgotten.
She takes a deep breath and,
Steps forward.
Summer, age 12
THE FOX
Fox, fox, where are you?
Fox, please come to me
Can’t you see?
I love you
Majestic as the darting sparrow,
Perched upon my shed.
Red as an autumn leaf,
Falling from the chestnut tree.
Oh, Fox, I see you wandering bright,
Shining with an ethereal light.
I wish I could watch you forever,
Part Of Nature.
Elizabeth, age 12
Star
one bright star
glowing alight
miles to far
a smile in the night
by day its gone
but i know its there
i smile alone
but nobody cares.
Linzz, age 13
Friends one day
Gone the next
I cried
I tried to say
What you meant
You sneered
Told me where to go
Ich vermisse dich!
I wrote
You saw
You understood
You didn’t care
Ich liebe dich!
It’s all for you
4 months on
I still think
Of you
Each day
“Ringleader”
Flora, age 13
I am…
I am the ocean.
I am in the worst storm ever.
i am a singer.
I am without a song.
I am a missing item.
I am waiting to be found.
I am a book.
I am waiting to be read.
I am a hurricane.
I am still waiting to be seen.
I am silence.
But i am discovering my voice.
I am a movie.
I am a mystery.
I am a burnt down house.
I am waiting to be rebuilt.
I am time. I am waiting.
I am an egg. I am about to break.
Sky, age 16
cameras
light
action
and cameras start rolling
time to start
my part is filming
i act
i cry
and scream out load
the director cries
CUT!!!!
THATS A WRAP EVERYONE
this is what i do
i tell a story
about another girl
i feel her pain
i say her words
i read her mind
i know the faith of her
she does not
and how i feel so sorry for her
for she about to lose
a love one
a friend
it doesn’t feel pretend
it feels like real life
that can never end
Jennifer, age 13
eyes
eyes…
we all have them…
some tell stories…
some laugh…
some cry…
some smile…
some frown…
some are kind…
some are not…
some are young,
sparkling with wonder…
while some are old,
packed with wisdom…
the eyes we have can be used
for more than seeing
use them well!
Kirsty, age 13
I Will Wait for You.
Im standing there,
in the rain
trying not
to remember the pain.
Water runs down my face
I imagine hes there.
His golden face
dark wavey hair.
We met each day
just where I stand.
We’d walk hand in hand.
But today Im still waiting.
He loved the rain.
If he clothes got soaked
he wouldnt care.
He told me
‘I will never leave you.’
But Im still waiting.
My phone rang,
but it was his mum.
She said ‘Hes late for dinner.’
I said ‘Hes not here, he didnt come.’
I waited and waited,
my phone rang again.
She screamed ‘HES DEAD!’
There was more, but I didn’t
Hear what she said.
I walked to his home.
She said ‘A car.’
She burst into tears
right there, sitting
at the bottom of the stair.
I just ran then.
As I ran I wished he was there,
Holding me, kissing me.
Touching me gentaly.
I’m still waiting.
I have waited for him.
Every day since then.
I say
‘I am waiting for you.’
I say
‘I am always waiting for you.’
Each day I say
‘I will wait for you.’
Millie, age 13
Mother Earth.
this earth we live on
is slowly dying,
factory pollution, cheating, lying.
the earth is suffocating,
wrapped in a cloud of smoke,
making mother earth
splutter and choke.
rainforests cut down,
less oxygen every day,
building sites
constructing more factories,
already planned.
Beaches of white sands
washed away by filthy water.
if we don’t do something soon,
this earth will be dead.
the animals, the rainforests,
the ocean too,
all of these things desperately need you.
Brittany, age 12
I f i told u that i loved u
wud u laugh in mi face
But at the moment
u flirt with me
every chance u get
If i asked u out
u’d most definitely say no
at the moment u r just a m8
i give wide eyed looks across the room
I dream bout u in French
talk about you at break
write bout u in English
but i still dont have the guts
to tell u how i feel
I LOVE YOU NOAH
I just hope u love me 2
FlipFlop, age 11
the house on the hilltop
there is a house upon a hill
that gives my blood an awful chill
i looked upon the house one night
and saw a strange & eerie light
flickering back and forth
conducted by a ghostly force
crows gathered on the rooftop high
waiting for a tasty prize
bats swished around the eaves
as many as the fallen leaves
tossed and tumbled by the wind
around the house that looked so grim.
Mary, age 10
Winter Haiku
The snow is silent.
Bare, cold trees stand whispering.
Dark is creeping in.
Laura, age 11
Mum
i wish you were still here
to be by mum
everyday.
if only i could still tell you
i loved you in so many ways,
this poem is for you, mum,
the best and only one,
why did you go up so high?
why did you leave me?
why did you die?
Jessica, age 11
My best friend
She all I could wish for
kind
sweet
funny
clever
thoughtful
cool
but most of all
I can trust her with anything
anything at all,
you name it.
So thats my best friend.
Elizabeth, age 11
Why is it always me?
Just because Im the eldest
Doesn’t mean I do everything
that turns out wrong.
All you ever hear is…
Elizabeth, do that
or
Elizabeth, why did you do this?
But it is never me
it is always
My baby brother
Elizabeth, age 11
Books
So you like books?
there are thousands of them
from cathy cassidy
to jacquilene wilson
Just choose
books books books
Fantasy horror poems
and more
there always be one for you
But I’ll give you a clue
I like reading
all about you
Cathy Cassidy
Elizabeth, age 11
Lost Girl
A time long ago
there was a sweet little girl,
but those days have long since gone.
No more pig-tails,
cheesy grins,
the days you wished would never end.
In year six,
my friends suddenly gone,
in one argument,
everyone I once knew hated me!
I tried to be strong
when really
it was chipping away at me inside.
At top school,
Every was okay towards me.
they seemed to forget
the pain they put me though.
Within a few weeks
I was back with my old best mate again.
I put on a happy face,
acted like everything was great,
like nothing hurt me,
and I didn’t have a care in the world.
Our friendship was never stable,
She was my best friend one minute,
someone else’s the next.
The arguments killed me on the inside.
We slowly drifted apart.
Then I hung around with someone else.
Wow! Had she changed!
We had nothing in common.
Which made me think, did we ever?
I was left alone,
in the time I need a friend,
my rabbit died.
I blamed myself.
After that I did
the stupidest thing possible,
I started cutting.
Sometimes I think
I’m too good at lying.
Now I’m mates with
loads of different types of people.
None of them know the real me.
The person behind the smiling face,
the don’t care attitude,
the laughing and joking act.
They don’t know
The sad, alone, easily hurt person.
The scared, upset person.
The real person under it all.
The reason I wrote this is to warn you, once you start cutting it is incredibly hard to stop, so please, never start. NEVER START IT IS NOT WORTH IT!!!!!
Hollie, age 14
Together, Forever
Since First Grade,
We’ve been friends
Friends to the end
For life.
We’ll stick together,
Forever.
We’ll never fight
Because. . .
No one can wreck what we have
This friendship is too strong
For someone to get involved
Together, forever!
When we turn thirty
We’ll be together
No matter
What comes in the way
This will all last
I can assure
It’ll be forever
We’ll be together
We’ll stick together
Forever
We’ll never fight
Because. . .
We all like each other
As long as we live. . .
Together
Forever
Maya, age 11
Im afraid.
Im afraid im shallow.
and you’re all talking about me
behind my back
Im afraid of the casualties
even being in a car
scares me sometimes.
But nothing scares me more
than kissing you in public.
That is very scary.
Zoe, age 15
To Me
To him I’m just another girl
To me he is one is a million
To him it’s just a friendly smile
To me it’s one that
Turns my world upside down
To him I’m just a nerdy swot
To me he’s my dream come true
To him I’ll be gone soon
To me he will stay forever and more
He’ll never give me a second thought
But I think about him non stop
At night I dream
That he’s right here beside me
So close that I’ll wonder if it’s real
He’ll whisper in my ear
That he loves me
And will never let me go
But none of this will ever happen
No chance for us to be together
‘Cuz to him I’m the student
And to me, he’s my teacher
And much, much more.
Shauna, age 13
The Kiss
we were best friends
we went to a party
our lips scarcley met
now she never talks to me
But she kissed me
her peach lip gloss tickled my lips
For the first time I think i’m in love
with my best friend.
She ignores me,
bullies me
makes out with her boyfriend
in front of me
But secretly, she loves me
and i love her…
Karma, age 12
Friend?
she taught me how to put on make up
she taught me swear words
she taught me how to be popular
she taught me how to be super nice
she taught me how to be mean
she was so skinny and pretty
everyone wanted to be her
so i copied her
i thougt i was happy
my ex best friend said
your so mean to me
i said, why would i be nice to you?
you’re just some loser.
she told me what she though of me
reminded me of what we used to do
the times she was there for me
and i was there for her
tears filled my eyes
black lines of eyeliner
slid down my cheeks
who cares about her?
said my new ‘best friend’.
she is a loner, a nobody
besides, you’re cool now.
i slapped her hard
went to the bathroom
scrubbed off my makeup
wiped off the foundation
unrolled the top of my skirt
i let my hair out
and realized i that i looked good still
i ran to my old best friend
and i apologized
she forgave me.
i learned
that i didnt need makeup
or short skirts
to be pretty
just myself is good enough
Maddy, age 12
If you loved me
You would sing
You would sing for all to hear
Everywhere you went you’d sing
Your love in every ear.
And if you only loved me
You would shout it to the sky
You’d shout it from the rooftops
And echo out your cry.
And If you really cared
You’d climb the highest mountain
Just to be with me
You’d climb the highest mountain
And you’d swim across the sea.
You’d love me till the end of our days
And never let me go
You’d hold me tight
All through the night
And sweet nothings
They would flow.
But in each sweet nothing
Would be everything
A bursting waterfall of love
Cascading through our hearts
And if you’ve ever wondered
Where to start…
You don’t love me.
Patricia, age 12
“He still loves you, you know…”
“I’ve heard it all before.”
“He’s afraid to let his feelings show…”
“I don’t want to hear any more.”
“Every time you walk past,
he always gets so sad.”
“Thats because he wanted friendship,
A strength I never had.”
“Don’t you see?
He’s crazy for you
Just give him one more chance.”
“I don’t think I can believe you,
He dumped me at the school dance!”
“He wants you back, you know.”
“If he did, he wouldn’t be afraid
To let his feelings show.”
Patricia, age 12
Razor Teeth
Sharp Eyes
Flicking Ears
Muscular Body
Straining at Leash
Lolling Tounge.
What am I?????
Taylor, age 10
There is a girl …
There is a girl who is teased …
A girl who reads at lunch….
A girl in my class…
A girl who tries to avoid me
And the populaur girls…
A girl who one day comes to school
For a party…
BEAUTIFUL…?
There is a girl who was teased that day..
A girl that went
To the bathroom stall crying..
A girl I comfort,
She forgives…
There is a girl who writes
With a soap bar on the wall…
AM I PRETTY NOW …
There is a girl who could be here
Right now,
If it weren’t for me, and the popular chicks.
Athena, age 10
Inside me
I’ve got anger inside me,
Hurt and pain
But i need you…
To take it out again.
Chynna, age 13
THE TUNNEL
The light from the end
Of her tunnel
Shines from his heart.
At the beginning it’s cold and dark.
He said i love u
it was like three drops of blood
Fell in the snow.
She got scared
So back to her tunnel she go.
There she grew cold and ill.
Then one day her heart stood still.
Some say heartbreak,
Some say pain,
Some say depression
Came back again…
Chynna, age 13
Vision
If you want this so hard,
Don’t just beg.
Just keep all hopes up,
To the rhythm of your heart.
Your inner bliss,
Your beautiful soul,
Is all that parts
From this passionate dream.
So if you want this so hard,
Think of times,
So your vision can come alive…!
Gabby, age 15
Not Me…
You wanted the girl
You saw yesterday
You wanted the girl
You smiled at today.
The one with deep brown eyes
A sweet and friendly smile
The one who tells no lies
She’s never heard of guile.
I’m the one with hard brown eyes
That fix on you like steel.
I’m the one who doesn’t smile
I cannot love or feel.
I’m not the girl you loved yesterday
I’m not the girl you hoped for today.
Tricia, age 12
Niamh
Snow-white skin
And scarlet lips
Ebony hair.
She is wandering
Through the darkest of nights
Hoping for answers
Of a long-gone winter
A long-lost snowy day.
She is the bird
With a broken wing
She is the song
No-one can sing.
A snowdrop in the sky
The tear nobody can cry.
And the song she cannot sing
Niamh flies on
With a broken wing.
Tricia, age 12
Arbeit Mach frei
It’s so hard to work this out
I don’t think I can live without
The shooting star
That you are
I wished on you for far too long
You changed the words
And sang my song
Now its time to set you free
But it’s hard work, don’t you see
That I keep pleading
Praying, fading
Wondering where my mind is straying
Work
Makes you free…
If only you loved me.
Tricia, age 12
Her hands shake
As she walks down the corridor,
Head down low as they taunt her,
She can’t take anymore.
She is not blonde like the others,
No platinum streaks on her head,
Just black rims around her eyes,
And hair of fiery red.
They take one look at her,
And are quickly eager to judge,
They havn’t even met her,
They simply hold a grudge.
She studies Maths at school,
She thinks she does so well,
Untill they sit behind her,
Shouting that she smells.
She enjoys Physics,
What’s wrong with that?
They have their stupid reasons,
As they pounce like a cat.
So she sits alone in her room,
Crying on her bed,
Because she is not cool to them,
With her hair of fiery red.
Sasha, age 12
I try to get your attention
You act like I’m not even there
I’d do anything for you to notice me
Do you really care?
You’re my only hope, my dream
I’d talk to you, but I wouldn’t dare
When will you realise I’m here?
Do you really care?
I’m a human being too
I’d say I’m here, you’d say where?
I’m not invisible you know
Do you really care?
Imogen, age 12
When are you going to tell her?
You said it would be today.
When are you going to let things go?
She’s standing in your way.
You told me i was your true love
You said you’d tell her soon
But still i’m waiting for the answers
Our love can never bloom
She’s my best friend ever
Just let her know the truth
Instead of stringing he along
And ruining our youth.
I talked to her in class today
You told her many lies
You said I begged you to love me
At least, please could we try?
You told me the same thing
About her- only yesterday.
Is there already a long string
Of broken hearts trailing
Far, far away?
When are you going to tell her?
You said it would be today.
You’re obviously not worth it
So we’ll both just walk away.
Tricia, age 11
Spring
Blue of the flower
Blooming the sun,
The day of spring has begun.
Roses, Poses and Bluebells!
How many can you see?
Spring is great, it is grand,
With Easter and chocolate eggs,
Isnt this brand!
So let me hear you shout and scream,
for Spring and me,
and love to be…
Rita, age 12
christmas angel
i used to be a girl
with freewill
but now what am i
nothing but a decoration
i used to be a girl
with dignity
but now what am i
nothing but solid
i used to be a girl
with self defence
but now what am i
nothing but an angel
Dolapo, age 12
the lonely heart
maybe one day
i’ll meet the moon
ca va ca va bien
perhaps a donkey
will be my man
ca va ca va bien
probably a frog
with a pig nose
ca va ca va bien
but if only
i have ur heart…......
Dolapo, age 12
I want you to hold me
I want you you day and night
I want us to be
Because you’re my shining knight.
Put your arm around my neck
I want our eyes to meet
I want a little peck
When i felt your heat.
Your cheek is on mine
Your eyes so kind…
Kim, age 13
The people of poverty
are living without homes,
Illness, sadness, nobody knows.
They want some food,
They want some care,
They want a home to love and share,
People in this world, not like me,
They have no home or family.
When your spending loads of money,
Remember those
With not a penny.
You should be happy,
you have everything,
Whereas the people of poverty
have absolutely nothing.
Maryam, age 12
the time…
a breaking ribbon of red
ties her hair
tattered clothes of black
cover her scars
her pale white skin
attempts to protect
a run fast as a wolves
cannot help her now
they are coming
for her
in their “family”
of terror
stalking like cats
ready to pounce
eyes like a tigers
black like demons
mouth thirsts for blood
that will spill
its time again
her time
she knows its coming
day in day out
scared to react
she is the prey.
Kirsty, age 13
My best friend Chloe
is great at everything,
She always gets the parts
in the school play,
But this was different,
it was all about me…
I won this competion
quite exciting really,
Although it was about
History!
Francesca, age 10
The waves.
They crash,
They thunder.
Creating
Such wonder.
Their colours are fab,
They sparkle and gleam,
Brilliant Blue
Or gorgeous Green.
The smells that they own,
The smell of salt water.
The fun had out of them,
Father, son and mother and daughter.
The waves are pure,
Their lives owned by them,
When we shall figure out
The pattern of the waves?
Oh, we don’t know when.
Emma, age 11
Style
Clothes and shoes
You can never choose
With the shape, colour or size
Us girls like to be wise
Things like dresses, skirts or shorts
Don’t like things with polka dots
Make-up is the one thing
you can not forget
But older girls sell make-up
just for a bet.
Chloe, age 11
Why it is one day can change everything,
Suddenly life’s all you wanted it to be
You find out who your real friends are
See for the first time that you really are.
Opening doors that were once locked
Shining like a thousand stars
Find a place that is yours…
The key you have given me fits.
Maybe I didn’t appreciate
what I had before
But now honestly I can say I do
Life is short… why live for tomorrow
when it’s always today?
Speak free, love dearly,
and hold onto happiness
But never forget…
Laura, age 15
The Day Before Christmas:
Pearly white snow sleeps
on top of the bare trees,
Snowflakes dance like crystal ballerinas,
Technicolour fairy lights hang
in the shape of Santa Claus,
The entrancing eve of Christmas.
The hustle and bustle of busy shoppers,
Hot chestnuts roast on a grill of fire,
Antique carousels rotate again,
A year has baked in four seasons
to golden perfection.
Sasha, age 12
mum, guess what!
hey mum, guess what!,
i saw a monkey with three heads,
really tommy, i will see.
no mummy not yet, its in bed!
hey mum guess what!
i saw cathy cassidy today.
really tommy, i will see.
mummy, it’s true you see…
we all say hooray for cathy cassidy!!!
Samira, age 11
Dear Dad,
I wish you knew,
How much I regret not listening to you;
I miss your sense of humour.
If only I listened to the things you knew;
Engineering and building towers too,
Would have been fun just me and you,
I’m sorry I didn’t listen.
It’s too late know, just thought I’d say;
I love you more each and everyday.
I won’t forget your lovely smile,
It’s been a while
Since that knock on the door,
The policeman said it was hit and run.
But why you I asked?
Just thought I’d write my feelings down.
Love you, Dad,
from your dear son xxx
Ebony, age 12
Boy
you were new
you were cute
everyone loved you
but i saw right through you
you looked at me and smiled
and tried to chat me up
i ignored you and walked away
and that’s how it started
the next day i’m not “hot”
in your eyes i’m a freak
everybody looked at me and said
‘what a geek’
then came the day of the school dance
everyone excited but me
you asked me again and i said no
you asked her and she said yes
i knew then
that i had been betrayed
not by you but by her
my best friend
two years on
you come back
that smile on your face
you say sorry and ask again
i listen
big mistake
next day
i see you
with her again
you see me
walk away…
thats it.
goodbye…
Tegan, age 11
Doll
I’m strong, stronger than people believe
Stronger than she thinks
She thought she could break me
But I’m not a doll sitting on a shelf
They take me down and play games
They think if they play enough I will break
But I smile my painted smile not real
Impossible to shatter no matter what
Then you come along.
My eyes snap to life
I struggle for air in your embrace
But I can breathe
I’m not a doll, my smile is real
And my heart beats on and on
Because only you can do this…........
Laura age 15
Chances
Another chance
Just thrown away
Another chance
Another day
Doors are opened
Humans free
But I don’t think
That they’ll see
It’s more than
Just a hope
It’s more than
Just a dream
The chances that you get
Mean more than they seem
A journey to another land
A space trip to the moon
But no-one even flinches
They say
“We’ll do it soon.”
But that’s too late
It’s been and gone
The light has come
It’s shone and shone
It’s faded back
They never got to dance
That’s another one
That’s gone
Another wasted chance.
Katherine, age 9
Snow
soft white snow falls gently on her face,
she looks up at the lights of the city,
then he leans in
and gives her a single kiss,
then they ride off into the night
hand in hand,
smiling for future,
holding each other close!
Keren, age 12
Lonely..
I wish you knew me,
I wish you could see the fake smile
Flashing on my face,
The humiliation in my voice…
I want to believe you, is it wrong?
I want to smile and dance and jump
And joke about like the rest of you..
I don’t think my life will ever be that way…
But it was once.
I was exactly like you,
But life can’t always go your way,
Sometimes bad things happen
And you want to freeze the clock
And turn back time.
I’ve always wanted to be with you, Mum,
Since the beginning when you left me.
I know you are up there in heaven
Thinking, “My good girl’s gone bad.”
But Mum, just because you want to leave
The past behind and forget the future,
It doesn’t make you bad.
People say when you’re feeling lonely
Go to the mirror, be friends with yourself.
But what if its not your own reflection
You want to be friends with?
What if deep inside your heart
The sorrow flows,
making you weaker and weaker…
How can you melt the sorrow
If there is no fire inside you?
How can anyone survive
Without friends??
Grishma, age 13
Why?
why don’t you go out and paint the town red
shout whatever floats into your head
never again bite your lip
to keep from letting that thought slip
go up into a hot air balloon
and watch from above as the narcissuses bloom
sing along to the radio
as you write, let the words flow
have a fight with a garden hose
douse yourself from head to toes
scream aloud at the top of your lungs
climb on the monkey bars with rusted rungs
stop being just part of the crowd
be the thing that they’re crowdin’ around
go up into a hot air balloon
and watch from above
as the narcissuses bloom…
Ellen age 11
Life
happiness is
suddenly realising
seeing through the glass
that it’s not all bad
and that to aprecciate life
is to truly live it
finding the feeling of love
and holding onto your thoughts
it’s the rush of everything
and finding the simple joys in life
are really the best
memorys are best remembered
and not forgotten
so take out the dusty photo album
and take the camera
and live like there’s no tommorrow
Laura, age 15
Breaking Up
You flirt with her and i can see,
I wish i could unlock your thoughts
but she has the key.
It may seem to you that i don’t mind,
But read my thoughts
you’d be amazed at what you’d find.
You say we’re together but it ain’t true,
I know it in me, you know it in you,
She’s slowly but surely destroying our trust,
But neither of us are brave enough
To rebel,
I’m sure you knew how i felt,
When i caught you entwined together,
So why not end it now and forever?
Now I know what you get up to,
At the start i actually loved you.
I want to rescue you from her cry,
But you deserve each other so why should I?
I could send you to hell, without a care,
Coz I know you’d like it,
you could meet her there.
Now your the past,
And i hope you and your new girl
don’t last.
Chloe, age 13
PICTURES
Pictures of old times ago
pictures of people dancing to jazz
little children grinning at the light
black and white
colour
all of the family
looking
waiting for
the
flash
to
go
Amy
I went to visit the man in the clock,
He sits there saying tick tock, tick tock.
His eyes are full of sadness.
“Hey you up there in the clock,
how long have you been saying
tick tock, tick tock?
Havent you ever wanted to be free?”
“Being free isn’t me”
One week later I visited again.
he wasnt there but he left a note to say
“I decided to go away…
but you are going to stay!
You will become me
Till someone comes to set you free
So here I am, the man in the clock,
Day by day, tick tock, tick tock.
Amy, age 11
Shell
There’s a beautiful shell
as white as a dove
as shiny as a star
and nice as you are
It might not be like that
but it can be true
with a little of imagination
everything’s right…
Gina, age 11
Christmas Girl…
I sit here alone all day
Waiting patiently night and day
for santa to arrive with gifts to play.
The rain falls down until night falls,
One day till christmas my mother calls.
Midnight – the bells chime in town,
but all the while I want to frown.
Wait for a while but not too long
Until the christmas girl, that’s me,
Agrees.
Christmas girl is me,
it’s what I do.
To bring great presents
to me and you…
Olivia, age 11
why dont u beleive me?
why dont you care?
you told my that you loved me
but no i dont no where
my place is
because you left me
im all alone
im ready for you to come back
but that wont happen
becasue i no you
you dont belive me
you dont care
you dont love me…
Megan, age 11
Watching from heaven:
As I stand,
Upon this perch,
Of what is a park,
Staring at the below,
Innocence flys past,
The new generation,
As it grows,
Making it’s many mistakes,
Changing with each,
Girls with their make-up,
Boys with their jeans,
But still one thing proceeds,
When shall it stop,
A tease, a cry,
A moan, a bruise,
On and on.
Soon I shall be free,
They will soon realize,
What they did to me.
They ask,
Who Am I?
What am I doing?
Why am I doing it?
But by this time
all is too late.
The fire was lit
and was not extinguished.
B Ainslie, age 12
Yeah, I am crazy
Yeah, I lie
Yeah, I wear make-up
Yeah, I smile
Yeah, I nip
Yeah, I laugh
Yeah, I like the camera
Yeah, I think I’m right
but
Maybe I’m serious
Maybe It’s the truth
Maybe I have a mask
Maybe I do sigh
Maybe I’m nice
Maybe I cry
Maybe I’m caught in the frame
but I still think I’m right.
Brynnagh, age 12
Only a Wish
(For my best friend and
the rest of my close friends)
We shared pain.
Nothing was too hard for us.
Nothing ever changed.
And even looking out the window,
Reminds me of you.
When we lay on the grassy hills,
Sun beating down.
Laughing, smiling.
Crying is all I can do.
A voice inside of me,
calling out, you’ll stay.
It’s then I realise,
It’s only a wish…
Kathryn, age 12
Auditions
Last Week I did my audition.
I sung.
I danced.
I acted.
I hope I get a recall.
For Jojo.
My friend wants to be The Cat.
Today is Friday.
Tomorrow is Saturday.
Tomorrow I find out if I get a part.
Please wish me luck
with my Suessical audition.
Niamh, age 9
Creeping round the corner
creeping round the corner
hiding in the dark
staying in the shadow
keeping out of sight
dont look round
stop moving
or it’ll catch you where you stand!!!
Amy, age 11
Thank You
I laugh
I could cry i really could
You gave me this strength
This life…I see the confidence
Coming over me i smile
I just want to say
I owe you all this
I could cry i really could
Every time i see your
Smile, your face,
Feel the touch
My heart beats and
Tears me apart
And i do really need
To say this
Thank you
Laura age 15
friendship
when life lets you down,
what do you do?
pretend that your ill?
fake you have got the flue?
hide away, never be seen?
imagine living
your wildest dreams?
these things can help
if life’s being mean
but what i would do,
is not fake being sick
i would talk to my friends,
they would cheer me up in a tick
live life happy dont be depressed
and if your friends really dont help
then just take a rest!
Caitlin, age 11
Butterfly
Like a heartbeat
Between my hands
Pulses gently
Against my palms
Like a shy smile
Living quietly
Antennae brushing
Gently, lightly
Swaps safety for freedom
Seeking fresh air
Quivers
For a heartbeat,
On my finger.
A silent thank you
Then you’re gone
A gentle dream
A whispered song.
Diana. age 14
I cry and cry until
the tears won’t come anymore.
I cry for my sorrows,
everyone’s sorrows,
the world’s sorrows.
I cry for good things,
that are over.
I cry for the happy things.
I cry for the way
my crush looks at me
with those amazing blue eyes,
that shaggy blonde hair,
laughing,
dancing at the sight of me,
at my words.
I cry for how I’m broken,
deep, deep down.
I cry alone.
With no one to hold me.
Breanne, age 11
It’s almost Christmas,
the trees up,
tinsel and paper chains
hang from the ceiling,
People call me Scrooge,
because this holiday
has just been frowns.
It’s wearing me out, wearing me down,
a whole year spent thinking of you.
It sounds crazy and foolish,
but just give me a sign
that you think about me too,
just tell me this year
hasn’t been a waste,
please say so.
Because Christmas
just wouldn’t be Christmas
without you.
Alex, age 15
Popular Sucks
Although you have alot of friends
A pretty person, thin and small
good marks and skool and set the trends
people think you have it all
but they expect you
to like someone popular
someone cool and tall
but you heart is set on some new
he isnt even close to popular
he sits alone and writes his own songs
his drawings are amazing
you could just stare at him all day long
but your friends might notice
you cant tell anybody
what will you do
they all think he is a no body
and you havnt a clue
you wait until the last minute
when everyone else is gone
you aproach him and he stops singing
you ask if you could here his song
so you sit there and listen
intently to every word
he looks up at you and
his eyes seem to glisten
there is an awkward pause
‘i noticed you staring at me’
he says picking up his books
‘i can tell that you like me
from all of those looks’
why didnt you tell me earlier
he asks you quietly
you shrug your shoulders and laugh
you should have told me
because i am moving
your heart sinks and
tears fill your eyes
he says sorry and walks away
you start to cry
what are you friends going to say?
Maddy, age 12
I know that you love me
But I don’t love you back
I’ll love the one
I’m meant to be with
And to me you’ll always lack
that sense of responsibility
That reminds me of who I am
I turn away from your pleading
And take his loving hand
But when I look back,
I feel the tighten of his grip
Feel him pulling
Hear his harsh voice.
I look into your loving eyes
I made the wrong choice.
Sarah-Louise, age 12
Just because i like
different music,
Just becase i like
different clothes,
just because i watch
different things,
Just because i look different,
feel different, doesnt mean
i can be treated differently.
Accept people for who they are.
Abbie, age 12
Hair hanging
Eyes Scanning
Mind reading
Succeeding
Hand scrawling
Memory Recalling
Always thinking
Mind sinking
Never Stopping
Forever daydreaming
Brain thumping
Heart leaping….
Beth
dear diary
they were mean to me
i told them and
they couldn’t see
they hurt me
they teased me
they stole my stuff
they seized me
i said “please let me go”
they said “i told you so
you’re scared, you’re a wimp
you’re small, you’re a shrimp”
i screamed and then i cried
i changed my mind and lied
but when the next few days had come
things ahead weren’t so like scum
i made a friend…
and that’s the end
Katherine, age 9
Scared
I am Jewish
In World War 2.
What did I do wrong?
Why did it last 6 years long?
Russians, Britions, French,
Why didn’t you come?
All my dreams are dust.
And my heart turned to rust.
Bryony, age 10
You Don’t Know…
You don’t know how it feels,
To be laughed at,
Teased,
Humiliated.
You don’t know how it feels,
To be picked on
For being yourself.
You don’t know how it feels,
To try and be
The best you can be,
And be called a goody-goody.
You don’t know how it feels,
To be left out all the time,
To be on the outside
Looking in.
That’s because you’re
Popular with a capital P,
And you don’t know how it feels
To be me.
Bernice, age 13
Me
I like dancing
I like singing
People at school think
I’m shy, but really
I am happy and loud
I have a dog that is so cute
My mum and dad are split up
But at least I still see my dad
He’s a big and cheerful man
He never, ever shouts at me
I live with my mum and brother
My brother drives me insane
But I still love him!
His name is Bryan
Don’t spell his name with an “i”!
My mum is pretty and kind
She always cares for me!
I have lot’s of friends
Who are very nice to me!
My family loves me too!
Clemmie, age 10
beat
my heart it beats
beats to the beat
beat of the drum
drum pounding
pounding my ears
ears bursting
bursting lights
lights flashing
flashing in my eyes
eyes blink when you
you are so near
near to me
me and you
you are mine
mine to keep
keep dancing
dancing to the BEAT
Kirsty, age 13
How would he react
if i told him just like that
that i like him more
than friendships core
but the beat of the heart
of forever love
would he smile
flattered
or scared to speak
to break my heart
for all my life and weeks
but if it doesn’t work out
than that’s okay
i can just daydream
of him loving me all day
but if it does
tears of joy will leak
from my eyes
maybe a kiss
that i have long dreamed
Jennifer, age 12
friends are the best
they are there for you
when you life is a mess
they are the ones you turn to
texting each other all night
waking up tired and yawning
having arguments
which turn to fights
but are sorted out
next morning
catching up at skewl
the talking never ends
no one could be more cool…
they are my friends.
Maddy, age 12
One Thing All Girls are Good At
We do alot of weird things
Say alot of mean stuff
Fall In love
Get our hearts broken
Fake a Smile
But the one thing
That all girls are good at
Is staying strong
Maddy, age 12
I blink back tears
I thought wouldn’t come
I run to my bedroom hoping
My mascara doesn’t run.
I fall onto my bed wishing
Everything was different
Wishing happily ever afters
Actually came true.
I see your face so sweet so cute
I wish I was more confident
More powerful, more swish…
I wish!
What do you think
When you look at me?
I’m not your average cinderella
But I still have hopes and dreams
That now are all crushed.
Do I have t spell it out to you
Like I do to everyone else?
Can’t you see?
Geena, age 12
A girl in black.
A girl in black,
She’s not quite here.
She cries the blood,
And bleeds the tears.
A girl in black,
She’s not quite here.
Her pale blue eyes,
Deep in fear.
A girl in black,
She’s not quite here.
Whats wrong with her,
They all call her queer.
A girl in black,
She’s not quite here.
Her scream so silent,
You can not hear.
A girl in black,
She’s not quite here.
Her terror not known,
Her fear not shown.
A girl in black,
She’s not quite here.
She laughs they sneer,
She jokes they jeer.
A girl in black,
She’s not quite here.
Her heart so empty,
Her soul so lost.
A girl in black,
She’s not quite here.
This girl is real,
This girl is me.
Jessica, age 11
I strum a chord on my guitar
Lay back and stare at the stars
I think of all the things
I could never be
I wonder why
You never wanted me
Well this one’s for you
This last note of happiness
This last song’s for you.
Think of all the good times
Twilight kisses
And stardust climbs.
But this one’s for you
This last joyful refrain
Before it all comes
Crashing down again…
This last song’s for you.
My single burst of tearless joy
My one song now
That won’t destroy
What we had together…
My stardusted guitar
Sings with me at my window seat
with each note
with each beat
I don’t care now
If I find my feet at all…
Cause this one’s for you
This dream that’s gonna carry me
Far away where you can’t see
My tears…
This last song’s for you.
Tricia, age 12
No, no no!
Thanks a lot,
That I stopped,
Lovin‘ youuuu,!!!!!
I don’t know,
Should I go,
No,no,no.
Sweet oh sweet,
And sooo neat,
And i cannot stop,
No, no, nooooooo.
Now I know,
I should go,
But I can’t,
Cause it isn’t the way
I planned,
No, no, nooooooo.
I say bye,
You say wait,
you say you love me,
It feels warm,
That he
Is youuuuuuu,
Yes, yes, yeees!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Andie, age 12
Stomach churning,
Face burning,
Chest is sore,
Every pore,
On my face,
Tingles.
Palms are sweaty,
I’m not ready,
Mind is racing,
While i’m facing,
You.
My heart beats fast,
This is the last,
Time i want to feel this way,
All tounge tied,
I don’t know what to say.
who knew love could be so intense.
Zoe, age 11
My Face
the clouds-my breath
the sun- my laughter
the rain-my tears
the rainbow-my smile
Abster, age 10
In my world the sky is green,
The water purple, the sun blue
In my world I live under the sea,
In the centre of the earth,
In outer space
In my world my parents
Love each other,
My besties like each other,
My crush likes me.
In my world no one hurts anyone,
No one hates,
Everyone loves everyone
In the real world the sky is blue,
The water blue, the sun yellow
In the real world I live in a house,
Far from the sea on top of the earth
In the real world my parents
Hate each other,
My besties hate each other,
My crush can’t even see me
In the real world
Everyone hurts each other,
Everyone hates each other,
No one loves anyone
Why?
Tegan, age 11
Here I am
Sitting in my room
Putting a ton of make up on.
How did it come to this?
I ask myself.
Once upon a time
I was a pretty little girl
Then I discoverd Fliss
And I was a gonner.
Fliss taught me how
To apply my foundation perfectly
And push the little ones around
Its sad to think
That long ago
I was one of the little ones
Now I am my worst nightmare
A Bully.
Anya, age 12
The Earth
Lonely,
Blue.
But not all sad.
Floating around,
In a velvet cloak.
Diamonds pierce the blackness.
And slowly,
She wastes away,
And good can turn to bad.
One day,
Our plans, all will fail
And we will have to bail.
And the Earth,
She’s away with the Windless air,
Fire burning,
Away the lasts of Mother Earth.
Kathryn, age 12
Collapsing
Without advantage.
The explosions,
Distant but somehow close.
Bodies,
Motionless,
Disfigured,
Lying in the streets.
So much death.
Poverty clogs the air,
Sickly.
And only when wishes break,
Hopes, thoughts
Just vanish…
And only then,
Can we look to the golden sunset,
Full of hope and doubt,
Ambition and loneliness.
And without feeling,
Would be collapsing of mind.
Kathryn, age 12
I remember being a kid
I found it hard to sleep
these days it’s ok
cause I dream of me and you
well not really me
cause I’m not that girl
that gorgeous girl..
I pretend to be
you say you love me
but of course you don’t
and that makes me cry.
you are what keeps me
Waiting and smiling
Through the day
you think I’ve forgotten you?
Course not
I remember you exactly,
telling me jokes and
Making me smile inside…
Then there are other thoughts…
you kissing her for ‘a dare’
did you really think I didn’t care?
I see you with girls
Who have no problem
Getting into skinny jeans
Girls that are worthy
Of guys like you
They don’t realize how
Lucky they are
Not a day goes by when I
don’t think about you, so
please, please
tread softly…
because you tread on
my heart…:
Shannon, age 12
Take it from its packet and throw
Confetti fell like winter snow
Landed in her hair and fluttered past her eyes
So young, they said they were wise
You could see the romance in their hearts
Yet he was a doctor, she studied the arts
Deep down I knew it wouldn’t work
The divorce drove them both berserk
I pity them both I really do
Now their relationships finally through
Bethany, age 11
Ginger From Gingersnaps
He’s so sweet, he’s so kind,
His smile makes me melt inside.
His curly hair and his strange ways,
Make my heart ache.
But can i really admit i like him?
When my best friend doesn’t?
Its not that simple
To stand up to her.
She’s tough and confident.
And now, im wondering
Why im friends with her.
I love you, Sam Taylor.
Sam Taylor Lover, age 12
cathy is
c- cool
a- amazing
t- totally amazing
h- hilarious characters
y- yes we do love her
c- crazy
a- awesome writer
s- super
s- star
i- idol (my idol)
d- duh she rocks
y- yay cathy
Kirsty, age 13
You broke my heart
Now say you miss me
You made me cry
Now you want to kiss me
I love another
And I hate you
But at the same time
I long for you.
My first love
First heart break
This forgotten feeling,
I cant shake.
You go on msn
I sign out
My mind is filled
Up with doubt
I don’t want to hurt
I don’t want to cry
I want to tell the truth,
But I’m too shy.
I love my ex
in love with my boyfriend
but it has to stop,
This lie, this pretend.
Can nobody see,
It’s just a charade?
A simple confusing,
Love masquerade.
Amy, age 14
My World
A world with no color
Is like a fire with no flame.
Peace keeps the world going,
It’s consistent like clockwork,
And without it we’d be nothing…
Haley, age 12
Stolen heart
Yours is tough as stone.
You stand there staring
With your icy eyes,
Mine is shattered,
Like broken glass,
Invisible.
Nothing works,
Or fits,
Or changes…
Confusion
And everything is just…
Still.
So I go back to my book,
Burrying all memories back.
Kathryn, age 12
The Girl We Lost
I remember what happened
Late September
Fires burn
Our hearts beat fast
Stomachs churn
It will never last
We watch while we wait
For her face to appear
She isn’t here
She will not come
We wait in fear
She doesn’t come
One by one, we left
As we realised it was the end
I was the only one there
I waited in darkness
The wind tangling my hair
Tears slipping down my frozen face
I remember what it was
The desperate hope
For the girl we all lost
We needed her back
No matter the cost
She never came
Year by sorrowful year
We went to that same place
Eventually, the hope died
Our eyes burned
Our tears dried
And that was it
I wandered after that
Alone, desperately seeking
Some fragment of day
Finding reality instead
I slip away
Never to return
Rose, age 13
To Whom it May Concern
Don’t stare at me
I’m not an alien
Just a normal human being like you
But even aliens get more respect
Than I do.
Don’t talk about me
I have feelings too
Don’t give me the evil
I have eyes too
I’m just like you.
Don’t slap me
I have hands too
I’m just like you.
Don’t gossip about me,
I have ears too.
I’m just like you.
Now you are exactly like me
Finally we are equal.
Grishie, age 13
Dear Ruby…
The girl you saw in the pic
Isn’t me.
You know why?
I’m not the girl who goes around
breaking people’s hearts
Trying to win popularity.
I’m not the girl you saw
Coz that girl don’t have any feelings.
OK, I used to be her,
But I promise things have changed.
I’m not the girl who goes around
Bullying the geeky ones.
I’m changed.
I don’t wear glasses any more -
You don’t need glasses to look kind.
I don’t wear braces any more -
You don’t need braces to look smart.
My hair looks better now -
You don’t need pigtails
To look innocent.
Grishie, age 13
Loving someone you hate.
If you hate them
it’s all so clear
they will not enter
your heart, no fear!
But if you should
simply hide love for them
oh then what to do,
what to do then?
They are a clown
everyone’s foe
but you see the real them
you really know.
You are alone in this
suprising land of love
because only one problem,
hint, there’s no love doves!
Meaning that you have
unrequited love for them
well oh no I don’t know,
what to do then?
Let them go
they do not care
you should know not to let
them near you, anywhere.
And definitely NOT your heart!
Emma, age 11
Sundae Girl
Jude is embarrassed
by her Mum and Dad,
And she’s just the same
with a roller-skating lad,
She wants to hide her family,
but it’s just an impossibility.
She’s getting dragged
into a web of lies,
The thought of revealing
her folks flashes before her eyes.
Wanting to break free,
is just never a choice,
‘Cuz then her mother’s
pleading voice says,’ Jude, Jude,
please come back,’
Jude can’t have that on her back.
She’s only young,
her Mum should know,
that she’s getting tossed to and fro.
Mum then Dad then Mum again,
Carter is her only friend.
Carter likes her,
she kinda likes him too,
but to Jude this sounds all new.
Tossed back and forth,
Jude’ll have to deal,
but she must decide
what way she’ll wheel.
Elaine, age 10
THEY CALL ME JUDE…
They call me Jude
because they’re weird
Grandad has a Santa beard
They called me Jude
because they sing
Dad now thinks that he’s The King
They call me Jude
because they can’t remember
Gran thinks summer’s in December
They call me Jude
because they’re friends
Nuala’s gossip never ends
They call me Jude
because they like me
when Carter sees me he gets all smiley
She calls me Jude
because she cares, but she’d rather drink her ‘Ginger Beer’s’. :(
Cassie, age 13
Tired of looking like the girl inside
Want to cower,
want to hide
Put on makeup,
change your hair
Even now,
that girl’s still there
Hang around with different friends,
hoping that this madness ends.
Using you for all you’re worth,
you’re still that worm
outside the earth
Will she ever be the same?
Will the bad reflection change?
But deep inside, she is alright
She’s pretty, clever, a ball of light
So why should her reflection change?
To bag the boys,
to get more mates
Don’t ever feel the need to change,
cos’ deep inside,
my friend,
you’re just great!
Cassie, age 13
well…
whats wrong in my life,
my teachers hate me
my friend is a backstabber
i just failed my maths exam
my homework keeps piling up
they just axed tosh and owen
from my favourite tv show.
i lost my faveourite nail varnish
oh theres not really
much wrong with me…
compared to…
starving children
no one hears there cries
dying of thirst
cracked lips never smile
aching feet
from walking for miles
not enough health care
to save the babys mother
kind of puts things in to perspective doesnt it!Kirty, age 13
The Disco
Flashing.
The rainbow of lights,
Perfect beat.
Music blaring,
Kids in groups;
You know where to find everyone.
Dance floor bouncing,
Under all the bounding feet.
Speech deafened,
Eyes stare.
So what?
Who cares…
Heart races ahead of time,
Feels like everything
is in slow-motion…
They stand there,
But along, so does she.
Yeah?
With her disguise smile.
It’s all pretend.
Really?
Heart swells as her mouth opens.
They’ve walked away and,
And the sourness burns.
Jealousy…
You’ve had your chance!
Yeah right?
They don’t like YOU!
It all rings.
Stinging wound,
Un-spun web.
Never undone.
All at the Disco…
Kathryn, age 12
Hated (For my best friend – You know what I’m talking about…)
Hate it…
Heard it all before,
Mumbled in my ear.
Constantly,
Iratatingly.
So ANNOYING…
That I’m wrong,
Talking rubbish.
Yeah?
She doesn’t know when to stop,
Tryin anything that’ll get Her all that attention,
That she treasures;
So badly wants
and grips with her vicious
perfect claws.
Yeah…
Heard it all before,
And I know how to handle
these type of girls.
The showy-off ones
With the best talent in the world,
Apparently anyhow…
And I hate it…
Sitting there listening to All that stuff she mumbles In my ear…
And I HATE it…
Kathryn, age 12
Good Friens are like stars
You Dont always See them
But you always know
They are there
Gemma, age 10
Two penguins
went out to play one day,
As happy as could be,
Two penguins
went out to play one day,
And only came in for their tea!
Hannah, age 10
Confusion
I try to pretend you don’t exist
But sometimes I can’t help myself
My mind wanders
when I’m doing nothing
And I end up thinking of you
I avoid you when I see you
I won’t look at your face
I’m scared
that you won’t look back at me
And even more scared that you will
I don’t really understand this
It doesn’t make any sense
I barely even know you
And you don’t know me
So why do I see you staring at me
Sometimes,
when you think I’m not watching
I don’t want you to like me, too
I hate you
I love you
I hate you
I love you
Why do you make me so confused?
Harriet, age 13
her face obscure
her lips as red as a rose
her hair sliky and traun
her soul alive
her spirt dead
no confidence
no colness
dead dead dead
Amy, age 12
She smiled at me,
that smile I knew so well,
she laughed with me,
and it made the world look great,
she hugged me,
and I never wanted to part with her,
she said she’d always be here for me,
and I trusted the words she spoke,
but you’re not here now Granny,
and right now I need you most,
it’s been three years granny,
but I miss you so,
I love you so,
oh granny…
I can’t believe you’re gone….
Caitlin, age 13
My Room.
I love my room,
The ornaments it holds,
The bright sky shines through,
Brightening the old.
I love my room,
The bright pink walls,
Opening the windows,
That look very tall.
I love my room,
The ceiling is blue,
The sun, moon, and clouds,
Painted on too.
I love my room,
Drawers full of stuff,
I never will use again,
Well that’s just tough.
I love my room,
The teddy’s sit still,
On top of a big box,
On the windowsill.
I love my room,
Funky or not,
It’s a place to hang out,
And to think lot’s and lot’s.
I love my room,
But mum wants to paint it,
Over the pink and the sky,
I already hate it,
But it has to be done,
Lovely or not,
It’s soon to be cream,
I hope not!
Sophie, age 12
I just dont know what u see in me
This is stupid
It just cant be
That im falling in love
And u can see
But why can u see
This isnt right
Oh My Life!
Its lov at first sight
No, im wrong
You dont like me
But then you approach
and speak to me!
“Fancy comin out later?”
You say so cool and calm.
My love is dripping
Like the sweat in my palm
“Sure- er—ok yes!”
Oh im such a bum,
“Cool, u no the place”
Do i really chum?
This is stupid
I dont know wat to do
U wave from across the grass
And kick off your shoes
“I honestly dont know
wot u see in me”
I say.
He holds me tight
and kisses me,
the highlight of my day.
Heather, age 13
bully
bully is big
bully is bad
bully scares me
makes me feel sad
bully comes over
l fill with dread
bully comes nearer
l wish l was dead
bully is here now
l cower with fear
he wants my money
make me dissapear
bully is angry
l try to refuse
he punches my face
why bother?l always lose
bully trys to kick me
where are you miss
miss is behind bully
she opens her mouth
and says BULLY YOUR DISSMISSED!
Alice, age 13
scared
he enters the room
she starts to cry
he enters the room
she wonders why
he enters the room
she wishes she`s dreaming
he enters the room
she starts screaming
he enters the room
no one will help
he enters the room
she stiffles a yelp
he enters the room
she feels numb
he enters the room
why won`t mummy help
Alice, age 13
When I look in your eyes,
My secrets dance,
My worries die.
And when I see your smile,
My heart melts,
shines and sings.
And when I hear your voice,
My soul flys,
Soars above our heads.
Your magic is true,
And that’s what I love about you.
Kathryn, age 12
Rainbow
Red is for Love
Orange is for Happiness
Yellow is for Friendship
Green is for Believing
Blue is for Creation
Indigo is for Strength
Violet is for Fun
And when I look at you,
I see a Rainbow…
Kathryn, age 12
Time
It waits,
Silent,
Ticking,
Wasting away.
Irratating,
Passing by,
Leaving you behind.
Kathryn, age 12
We can all dream.
Even if it’ll never happen,
We still do.
We wish and cry,
And never stop to try.
It can end with a sigh,
If it’d only come true…
But life is life,
Never is fair,
So we all can still dream.
When we look up at the Stars,
Turning away from reality,
Facing the impossible truth.
So we can all still dream,
And we all still do.
Kathryn, age 12
You never wonder.
You never care.
You’re never wishing with me.
If only you’d listened,
Cared and helped.
Held on,
A little longer.
Chances are a funny thing,
Never lasting,
Always gone.
Ours has faded:
As fragile as glass.
The only one has smashed.
Love is crushed.
Feels so far away to you,
And if you’d just open Your eyes,
You’d see.
Standing here wishing
you’d just notice me.
It’s never too far away,
It’s so close,
It’s invisable to one person.
And it will be there,
Forever lasting.
Kathryn, age 12
As I woke up earlier
than i’d even woken before,
I crept out of bed
and walked out the door,
I went down the stairs
and into a room,
And saw a Christmas tree
with tinsel that was maroon,
I picked up a present
and saw my name,
I rattled it
and played my Christmas game,
I put it back down
and rattled some more,
And then i went out
and closed the door,
I went to my room
and looked out the window,
I went there silently
on my tiptoes,
I saw some snow
and i knew it would be,
The first white Christmas
i knew i would see.
Vix, age 13
Roses are Red
Violets are blue
you may not know it
but someone loves you
Christina, age 11
Beneath
What’s beneath those big blue eyes,
love and understanding
or secretes and lies?
what’s beneath that cute blonde hair,
The kind and gentle
or the aggressive and unfair?
What’s beneath that love-me smile,
someone good and true
or cruel and vile?
I’ll tell you what…NOTHING
Tegan, age 11
CAN’T HE SEE ME?
I think I have a chance with him,
yeah right,
All these other girls
steal the spotlight,
they flirt with him all the time,
I’m okay with that, I’m fine,
who am I kidding?
I’m hopelessly in love with him,
A broken hearted soul,
but If I told him,
he’d be like, so?
I dream about is his kisses,
the kisses the other girls get,
I know he’s terribly cool,
why do I feel such a fool,
why do i hate him but love him so?
Caitlin, age 13
Game over!
My fingers move fast,
I try stopping them,
But I am stuck,
A vivid world zooms past,
I kill them all,
I don’t want to,
But I am stuck,
My brain is pumped,
With hyper adrenaline,
My thumbs tire,
From being in a funny position,
But they refuse to stop,
My head begins to spin,
Or is it the picture,
It grows,
I fall into a mindless vortex,
A world of imagination,
A handheld game,
I try escape,
But then I come across a baddy,
I try using my powers,
But in an array of panic,
I fail flying everywhere,
Game over!
Claire, age 13
Your red hair flops lazily
Over your eyes,
Your black skinny jeans
Are faded with dirt.
You stand in the park
The whole world stands still,
The rain pelts down
On my windowsill.
Still you stand there,
Eyes up to the sky,
Gazing at me.
You’re older than me
You have loads of friends
So why fall for me
When I’m only a geek
In love with another?
Nobody cares
Nobody but you
You’re the perfect boyfriend
But I don’t love you.
You’re older than me
You have loads of friends,
So why choose me?
‘Cause I’m going round the bend.
Over someone else
That I cannot have.
Over someone else
Who’s not up for grabs.
So stand there in the rain
Stand there if you will.
But I wont look out and love you
From my windowsill.
Tricia, age 12
I know I can’t have you
And maybe you don’t know
Today you got so close.
I could smell you,
feel your warmth.
Felt your hot hand on mine
as we held the book.
I wish that those lips were mine.
And the perfect face
You think is unperfect was mine.
To hold and to kiss.
I love how cute you are
When you annoy me.
I hate some things about you.
But I love how
I dont really hate them.
I care so much about you.
But I can never have you
So I’m going to say goodbye.
Maan im gonna miss you…
Zoe, age 14
I made a resolution,
One cold and frosty morning
That even if you don’t love me
Love can’t hurt that much.
So I said I would be happy
I said I’d feel the joy
Of loving you.
It was better that way
It could have gone on forever.
I was happy that way.
It was comfortable.
It was easy.
Maybe If you hadn’t loved me back,
Even for a second or two
I might have changed my mind
And grown out of loving you.
As it stands, three years on
A cold and frosty morning
Is boiling compared to my heart.
I think I’ve got protection
Down to an art.
No-one can see
No-one but me
The pain that lurks inside.
I’ve become an expert at
The feelings I can hide.
But is this really what I want?
A frozen heart in a locked lead box
Immune to any more hurt
But impossible to heal.
Patricia, age 12
You
You were my lifelong mistake
My 24/7
But we were far from heaven
Yes you were the icing
On top of my cake.
My complete mess-up
I tried to dress you up
Making you seem more perfect
In my mind.
You were my lifelong mistake.
My gorgeous, utter fake.
Yes, you were my lifelong mistake.
Patricia, age 12
Monday, I can’t sleep.
Tuesday, its time to figure things out.
Wednesday, is the worst day of them all.
Thursday, I start to reminisce.
Friday, all I can see is your face.
Saturday, this place feels so empty.
Sunday, its time to start wishing.
Alex, age 15
There was a young man from surrey
who was in quite a big hurry
to buy his new car
which was parked by a bar
but stopped on the way to buy a mcflurry!
Robyn, age 11
Books galore
I love books
When you can
Feel there feelings…
Books are happiness
Joyful and inspirational…
Just like cathy cassidy .
Zoe, age 11
I can be sad
I can be happy
I can be funny
I can be snappy
I can be tough
I can be weird
I can be different
I can be scared
And most of all I can also be
A typical generous girl which is me!
Naressa, age 13
One day hes all over me,
the next he doesn’t care,
I know it’s his friends telling him,
that I’m not worth it, not there,
I hopelessly try for his attention,
his sly winks and smiles,
but is as if I’m ghost girl,
invisable to the eye,
can’t he see I love him,
that I’m dying here, now,
can’t he see I need him?
But one day,
he catches me on my own,
says he’s sorry,
that he ignored me,
and that he cares,
I smile, I see a light,
but then his friends come,
with one last smile,
he’s gone,
hopefully forever,
no more broken hearts?
I wish…...
Caitlin, age 12
“Books are books”
the unfortunate say
they have missed out
in such a way.
Books are a 2nd world
a dream for us all
like a beautiful garden
behind a locked door in a wall.
We find the key
when we read our tales
never shall we unite like this
male and female all in one
when we read read read
and share the fun.
Emma, age 11
They tell you to enjoy your childhood
When hurtful names come your way
They tell you to grow up
They tell you to ignore it,
It will go away
Life is black and white for them
It’s either right or wrong
And as the hurt gets worse each day
They tell you to be strong
They don’t know that we’re broken
Or about the bruises he gave you
They don’t realize it’s not easy
For us to tell the truth too.
They tell you that life isn’t fair
That it won’t always go your way
But they don’t understand how hard it is
For the children left struggling today
I don’t think you realise
How much pain we carry each day
You go on, oblivious,
To the children who lost their way
So you can sit there
And tell us to be strong
But you don’t realise,
What’s really going on
You were wrong when you spoke to us,
Of that, I am sure
So I have one thing to say to you,
None of us are children anymore.
Rose, age 13
Nooligan
if once remembered,
then twice forgotten.
If something owned,
then bought and sold.
If something kissed,
its yours to hold.
If i could love-
id let you know.
A treasure dove,
was once so bold.
Im still here,
i hope you know.
The only one who
cant be told.
I am a person with
just myself.
If once remebered ,
then twice forgotten.
Duck, age 12
Life
Living is like a light,
a jig,
a laugh,
a fading future but
i love it with the..
Smiling faces to and fro,
precious love and fading frontiers,
i live thee much,
i am very sincere.
Because i breathe
as my shadows part
my neverending path,
i shy away as they catch up on me,
i bathe in life i cherish thee,
because life is all that i am.
i am alive.
Jennifer, age 13
Dear SY ,
I love your name,
though you hate it
maybe that’s why you’re
filled with anger and pain.
To me you’re a friend …
to you I’m an insult.
You hate me;
I sense it, so does everyone else.
My eyes are the colour blue
pealing with tears;
but a grin forms from your face
when you see me being picked on.
From kindergarden to 10th grade
I had no problem
but now it’s time.
I’ll tell the principal,
cops, my parents.
But if you haven’t stopped by then
there’s no choice left for me….
Athena, age 10
in a world full of gangs,
hate, blood and knives,
is there a place to escape?
i need to find you,
but i don’t know where to look,
you’re not even in my favourite books.
i want dreams, excitement,
fun and laughs,
but im stuck in school
with the same old class.
i want to write,
spread my stories across the world,
but isnt that a big dream
for an ordinsry girl?
Mollie, age 13
I got an x-ray today
And they found you in my heart.
I asked to get you taken out
but the doctor said i would die
without you.
Thats why i need you
to stay in that nice place.
IN MY HEART
Charlie, age 11
Light in the Dark
As the girl walks along the path,
She can’t help feeling lonely,
Unhappy,
Sad.
“Even the weather’s annoyed with me”
she thinks,
Staring up at the dull sky,
Her brows furrow closer together,
In a frown,
In a grimace.
But then you appear,
shining,
A light in the dark.
It could be worse…
Now you’re in love
and making the best of every day,
Even the dull ones.
Fiona, age 11
Pressure
Sometimes,
I hate my friends.
This is one of those times.
I see her smiling face.
But I know a monster
lies underneath.
Her sugarcoated voice
Asks me sweetly
To steal a cigarette lighter for her.
My heart pounds,
I think she can hear it.
For power courses
through her veins.
But with my heart pounding,
My hands trembling,
I say NO! and walk away.
Pressure makes me wonder,
Why I was friends with
her in the first place…
Bernice, age 13
Ocean Moods
I lie beside the elegant golden sand
and below the lemon sun.
I display a wonderful mixture
of sapphire and turquoise.
My icy, lively waves
feel cool against the warm dry land.
I’m capacious, long lasting and beautiful.
In seconds,
I can transform from loud to quiet,
and wild to calm,
but some people describe me
as always relaxing, soothing, and peaceful.
I taste fishy and salty
but I make a presence that’s sweet.
I’m everywhere and full of life.
But when the ominous clouds come,
danger awaits.
Because of my wild waves,
fear in others grows intensely,
and they back away before the storm begins.
No one knows what will transpire
around me, The Ocean.
Sarah
Hate
I’ll never be able to hate you,
Not for the words that kill,
Or the silence
that’s worse than knives.
Not for the countless heartbreaks,
Or even for the tears
that are so thick they stain…
Alex, age 15
Groovy girls are the best!
There are many groovy girls in this world!
But I for one am sure
That there are more
Bad girls than good girls
So I am in the middle!
So there 4
I am the grooviest of them all!
GG, age 14
Goal
I pull at my clothes
and dread and dread
if this is how i’m going to be forever
I might as well be dead.
I see all the skinny girls,
dressed up in Vogue
and I look at myself
All big and boned
Boys point and laugh
and they shout out “FAT!”
I go home and cry
Then I look and see why
I starve myself,
trying to be thin
But I just can’t seem to win
I try healthy eating
What my mother suggests
And suddenly,
I’m able to wear a dress
All the boys wolf whistle
and all the girls say
“Is that really her?”
I turn around and say,
“I have changed on the outside,
but it doesn’t mean
I’m still the same on the inside.”
Olivia, age 14
Friends
I feel like my friends
Don’t like me anymore,
‘Cause last time when
I told them who I liked,
They laughed and giggled
Behind my back,
They spread the news
Around the class,
And the class teased me
Until I couldn’t stand it,
I hid and curled up
Inside my self,
Now if anyone teases me,
I stand my ground
And tell them to go away,
But one thing’s for sure,
I can’t wait to go
To secondary school,
And get some friends
Who don’t turn their back
When you don’t want to play
What they want to.
Rachel, age 11
Goodbye
(this is a response to Zoe, age 13)
Everything spins.
Tears spill and
I don’t rub them away.
All is lost,
And I can’t find
Anything good from this.
You said there was a silver lining,
like your eyes,
Never showing any hurt or pain.
Your hand slips away
And into the mist,
the rain.
Gone,
and the word I couldn’t say,
blurts out my mouth.
I say, ‘Goodbye…’
Kathryn, age 12
Cathy Cassidy Haiku
She is very cool
Lots of daydreming she does
Cathy is the BEST!!!
Erin, age 10
Reminding me
(This poem is for my best friend)
The Summer sun,
The waves begun.
A dancing fire,
The flames that never tire.
A Wiping wind,
The air’s strong tinge.
A piece of my heart,
for everything you do,
These all remind me of you.
Kathryn, age 12
The Step-mother…
A shudder of pain,
An hour of strain,
I’m working hard, you see.
To live my life cool,
Follow every last rule,
But your anger is killing me.
Your nails are like talons,
And never stay clean,
Your eyes are like ice,
Cold dark and mean.
Your touch gives me splinters,
You make me sick to the bone.
You won’t take the hinters
Won’t leave me alone.
Away from this nightmare
I must run,
Back to the place
Where my life once begun.
I’ll find my mum there,
I’m sure I will,
In the old warehouse
On top of the hill.
The warehouse would be warmer
Than my step-mum’s eyes,
And my mum will greet me
With open arms.
Together we’ll forget dad and his wife,
We won’t talk about them
Our entire life.
I reached the warehouse
With tears down my face,
I knocked on the door’s moulding base.
No answer.
I searched for a note
On the side of the door,
All around and on the floor.
Then I noticed the fire streaked wall,
And I knew she wasn’t there at all…
Louise, age 14
love is not my friend
i always wanted
to know about love
now i know its horrible
painful at least
you broke my heart
you hurt my soul.
i thought we were special…
but i saw you with her
you saw me staring
and you tried to run away
i ran all the way home
i got down our picture
tore it in half
wishing i didnt exsist
wanting to die
and its your fault
Ellie, age 11
I stand waiting.
Will he ever come?
Maybe he was playing
A cruel joke,
I should just go home.
But he promised to meet me
At the park at 4.
I wait, I wait
And I wait some more.
Perhaps he is so late
Because he’s as nervous as I am.
I should call my friend Pam.
She’d know what to do,
But I’m frozen to the spot ,
I will not move and I wait a lot.
Oh my god,
You’re finally here!!!
I can see you better
As you get near…
Nathalie, age 11
Memories
Memories,
bad or good,
in a mood.
With your friends and family,
laughing happily.
Shining sun,
Grey clouds have won,
warming your back,
smiles lack.
Never ending,
enjoyment sending.
Nothing less,
nothing more,
in your mind the memories store.
Kathryn, age 12
I knew why you didn’t like me,
I knew what I had to do,
I had to be less girly,
If I wanted our love to be true.
I got it all worked out,
My girls helped me too,
They ruffled up my hair,
and guess who was staring? you!
My girls helped me do everything,
They even told me how to sit,
That’s when I realised an inportant fact,
I dont really think your worth it!
Alice, age 10
Stand Up Speak Up
(BTW this is a boy’s point of view.)
when the bell rings,
fear fills her heart,
there’s staring and laughing,
thats only the start.
they all take her stuff, push her to the ground,
her arms are both bleeding,
but she doesn’t make a sound.
i lurk in the shadows,
i don’t know what to do,
i want them to stop,
but they’d hate me and you.
but i no longer care,
she is falling apart,
that is i could hold i my heart.
i take her hand,
we both walk away,
she kisses me softly,
and says i saved her day.
Zoe, age 11
So you’re sad?
Cheer up, buck up.
You are important,
You are needed.
You owe the world
Your energy and talents.
No one owes you anything,
You owe the world
Something.
Jade, age 14
Star?
You say you’re a star because
people follow you.
You say you’re a star because
you start trends.
You say you’re a star because
boys look at you.
You say you’re a star because
everyone wants to be your friend.
Well do you know
What star spells backwards?
Rats.
Tegan, age 11
It’s Up To You
Once I wished upon a star
Up in the sky, so far
We looked up to the night
The moon was shining bright
You left me on the bus
I didn’t even fuss
You always looked so cool
But you had a rule
I couldn’t stay around your place
I couldn’t stare into your face
I asked you if I could
I asked you if I couldn’t
You said, “It’s not my choice,
It’s what you’ll do
So let me say it’s up to you.
It’s your life
It’s your dream
You’ll do the things
That make you beam
If you really want to know
Into the future
Off we go!”
Katherine, age 9
I think If you’d only been driving
A small Ford Ka
My heart might not be so flat
As it is your truck was carrying
A cargo of lost and broken love…
And I was in the way.
Patricia, age 12
I would think myself appalling
If I didn’t cry myself to sleep
Each night because of you.
I would think I was insane
If I wasn’t already driven mad
By you.
I would think myself cold hearted
If I didn’t spend every minute
Wishing I was still with you.
Dreaming of lost realities
Thinking of hopeless dreams,
But what do I do
In ten years time
If I’m still clinging on
To my thoughts of you?
It was supposed to be a clean break
A swift chop of the heart in two
But I’m only prolonging the agony
Waiting, And waiting…
For you.
Patricia, age 12
What did I ever do to you
To deserve all this heartache?
I only wanted friendship
I wasn’t ready, not yet.
But you made me believe
I could do it.
You made me believe
you were right.
But no matter how hard I try
When I open my eyes
The boy I’m kissing is still you.
Patricia, age 12
I think it’s time to let you go
It was only a while
but now I know
That I’ll keep holding on
to you forever
Knowing that we won’t be together
If I don’t do the right thing now
Grit my teeth and frown
And pull myself away
From you…
I thought my heart was unrepairable
I thought it was ripped in two.
Now I know it’s only hanging on
To a fantasy of you.
Held together by a single thread
If I lose you now I might survive.
Your lost love keeps
messing with my head
But with only half a heart
It might just be…
Unbreakable.
Patricia, age 12
daydreaming
daydream, daydream oh how fun,
you can drift away from life,
and fly to the sun.
you can touch the clouds,
race to the moon,
swim with the fish in a pink lagoon.
you could grow so tall,
as tall as a house,
or shrink so small,
as small as a mouse.
you could ride a wild horse
across the seven seas,
or sprout wings and fly
away with the bees.
you can do anything you want to do,
i love daydreaming..
how about you?
Keren, age 12
They call me emo,
do stupid actions with their hands and wrists.
I know i’m not emo so why call me that?
Are they jealous?
I never used to hate myself,
hate who I am or what i look like
but now im beginning to feel differently.
I hate my face, my body, my eyes, my personality.
My personality, so shy and small
Can turn fast to outspoken and shallow.
My face all covered with LOSER
My eyes sparkle with pain.
I want to turn over a new leaf.
I want them to forget me, forget who I was.
I am a new nice person now.
Maybe a boy might like me now,
i’m not that ugly and im not fat,
i’m don’t have a bad haircut.
The only thing i don’t have is friends.
Can you be something
That you know in your heart you’re not?
kt, age 13
i am cute
i love you
happy to kiss your boyish lips
i love you to you say
in a quite loveing voice
i might even be a rockstar !!!
this is the dream
you say to me with your
irresistable charm
i have to go you say
why, i ask?
i love somone else.
you leave me heartbroken
i still like you i say
you try to be understanding
and say i like you too,
but i love this other girl
i stand there all done up
with my hair and make up done.
mascara dribbling down my face
and my heart crushed!
Courtney, age 11
Never Knew You Anyway
Never knew you anyway
What hope is there?
What can I say?
You are you
And I am me
But you act like you barely see
Never knew you anyway
Shouldn’t matter either way
At school you give me icy glares
Pinch my nose and pull my hair
You say you do it for a dare
But I just want you to care
We used to be best friends
Never knew you anyway
Wish that you would come and play
You tell me that it doesn’t matter
I tell you that I don’t feel flattered
You say that it don’t make sense
You say that I’m so really dense
Never knew you anyway
You make a bet and make me pay
Even though you lose the bet
You haven’t stopped these dumb tricks yet
In your heart
You don’t lose any
You don’t lose races
Or lose a penny
You really drive me round the bend
And now I say you’re not my friend
Never knew you anyway
Everything has shattered
But if you really want to know
It doesn’t really matter.
Katherine, age 9
Love War
Do you know what it feels like?
To have a best friend,
To have one that’s a boy?
NO. Right.
Last year I fell in love with that boy
And SO did my other best friend.
It’s hard to be the same when sometimes
You think he likes her and not you.
When she hangs out with him more than you.
What to do, deal with it.
I’ve tried ignoring, telling her,
Hanging more, it just all seams to occur!
Sometimes it hurts you badly
Sometimes not
But I’m running out of ideas
To get my best friends back!
Worried Best Friend
During the summertime the sun comes out
The children will be playing no doubt.
We have the sun to make it funner
For the hot 3 whole months of Summer.
We go to the the beach full of sand no dirt.
We wear swimsuits and t-shrits.To protect
Us from the sun we wear suncream .
To keep us cool we eat ice-cream.
In the night it gets bright
We go to bed late and tuck up tight.
Summer is over and Winter is here…
Oh how i can not wait till next year!!!!!
Amy & Aisling, ages 11 & 10
Whispering
I was standing watching you
whispering to HER.
The thought of you with HER
Made me whisper to myself
Thinking what did she do to deserve you?
How I loved you
Made me feel strange
I’d never realized…...
Worried Best Friend
Standing there,
Iron will,
Heart barley beating,
Room is still,
Watery eyes,
Always staring,
Crying deeply,
Nobody Caring,
Silence broken,
Door is slammed,
Shuts her door,
Forever damned,
Banging heavily,
Scared stiff,
Feels like she’s
Fallen from a cliff
He bangs again,
Rams the door,
Pushes his daughter
To the floor
Squirms away,
Bruises shown,
She must have broken,
Every bone,
Uses her,
As his punch bag,
Bleeding heavily
She begins to sag,
Lying there,
Hoping that he’ll soon see,
Heart barley beating,
Only three.
Bethany, age 11
It Wouldn’t Last
She frowned at me
She smiled at you
I frowned at her
You frowned too
I should have known
that wouldn’t last
She pushed me
She talked to you
I walked away
You walked away too
I should have known
that wouldn’t last
She kicked me
She talked to you
I ran away
But you stayed
She should have known
that wouldn’t last
I frowned at her
I smiled at you
She frowned at me
You frowned too
She should have known
that wouldn’t last
I scowled at her
I smiled at you
She walked away
But you stayed
You should have known
that wouldn’t last
She smiled at me
She frowned at you
You walked away
But I stayed
We all knew that would last
Tegan, age 11
This is a response to Imogan
age 10 – Secret Love
I hide it every day,
and you will never know
how hard it is.
Sometimes I feel like
shouting at you,
then you laugh and
smile and my heart melts.
We stand here in the rain.
My hair a tangled mess,
mascara smudged and
cheeks burned with cold,
stained with red.
But you don’t laugh or tease.
Your eyelashes are crusted
with rain drops,
and your hair is
sticky with gel.
So close I feel your warm breath
on my neck,
my cheeks.
My heart beats,
digging into my chest
as you lean over.
And we kiss softly,
rain freezing our faces…
You pass me in the corridor
and I pull on a grin.
Your friends laugh,
mumble something and you do too.
You know,
sometimes I hate you…
Kathryn, age 12
my cat is nothing but a scoundler
my dog is nothing but a boundler
my horse is nothing but a
shouter
my turtle is nothing but a foundler
my cat is nothing but a scoundler
Muqaddasa, age 10
C for caring,
A for amazing,
T for tremendous,
H for happy,
Y for being you.
C for confidence,
A for someone we can admire,
S for stories,
S for sad ones,
I for inspriation,
D for definitely…
YOU!
We love you Cathy Cassidy!
Lola, age 13
My name is Lauren,
I like to have fun.
I love to play badminton,
And some games I’ve Won.
I live in Stonehaven,
It is a small town.
When with my mates,
You won’t catch me a frown.
I have a hamster
named Tiny Tim,
He’s 3 and quite tame.
I like high school musical,
but my class thinks it’s lame.
This poem’s nearly done,
near to the end.
I realy do hope,
It didn’t drive you
round the BEND!!
Lauren, age 13
DREAM
I’m tired and
I am sleepy
I’m cold and
I am weepy
Homework, what a bore!
Everything means war
I don’t clean the sink
I don’t prepare drinks
I’m barely awake
I can’t eat up my cake
I’m nearly asleep
I can’t get in the Jeep
The horn, it will peep
But I’ll be asleep
I dream and I dream
And my dreams make me beam
Waking up is a bore
In dreams there is more
So open the door
And step inside
You don’t have to be awake
And you don’t have to be fake
You can have what you like
You can have your new bike
You can be just yourself
Even though it’s past twelve
No-one knows
that you’re dreaming this
No-one knows that
your dream is bliss
No-one knows
what’s going on
Inside your head.
I hope you all like this poem.
Katherine xx
Katherine, age 9
As It Comes To An End
As I sit here in class,
I observe my friends
And look forward to the year
Coming to an end.
It’s gonna be sad
To say good- bye.
I’ll miss everyone.
I know I will cry.
I remember the day
When I came back
To be with my friends
And get on the right track.
We had so many moments;
Some bad, most great.
I’ll always remember the love
And erase the hate.
I don’t wanna say good- bye
To all my friends.
I don’t want this year
To come to an end.
Zainab, age 12
When I think of you..
I think of,
fires burning,
bright and bold,
feeling safe,
your hand I hold.
A never ending song I love,
Kissing in the rain above.
From two seperate worlds we come,
But the only problem is She.
Everyone gets a second chance;
wishing it was true,
I know you.
I don’t get another chance
allowed by you.
Kathryn, age 12
..I hate that I love you..
I hate:
The games you play,
The fact you’ll never stay.
You’re unpredictable,
relationships unstable.
Ignorant and irratating,
You taunt and tease me.
But boy I love:
Your hair and eyes,
Your long kind lies.
The jokes you tell,
The things you say,
Doing things your own ways.
So don’t ever change,
I won’t never stopping hating
that I love you boy…
Kathryn, age 12
Standing here,
in the background.
You’ll never know.
You annoy me,
call me names and tease me,
and then it all goes wrong,
when I love you boy.
I hate you so much
I can’t live without you.
And you stand there,
pretending to be different;
not yourself.
laughing with your
popular friends and
with one look at me,
it’s another one away.
Walking away into the crowd
and never looking back
from your undisturbed
perfect world,
and stepping further out of mine.
Me, standing there
just watching you go
and disappear.
Kathryn, age 12
I love him
But he’ll never know
I dont tell my friends.
I hug it to myself
A secret that keeps me
happy when i’m sad
Maybe one day
I will share
and say
I LOVE YOU.
Daisy, age 12
Is it magic, or just love?
I lie in bed silently,
No sound,
Is going around,
I dream of the lightest
crystals in the sea,
The stars that shine
up in the sky,
When I look out of my window,
I see stars made in shape
of a love heart.
The stars shine brightly
down from the sky,
Making my heart feel warm,
Knowing I’m in love,
By the shape of the stars,
I wonder if I’m dreaming,
Or if I’m actually seeing this,
If this isn’t a dream,
I’m in love with the stars,
That makes my heart
fall in love with warmth,
And that I know,
I’m safe when the stars
shine into my eyes,
Making me feel perfect,
With a tint of glitter inside me.
Sabrina, age 13
Goodbye
I look into his eyes,
They are a deep grey whirlpool,
Filled with the emotion,
Pain and devotion,
Of saying goodbye
I touch his cheek,
Its is a silky soft surface,
Unspoiled and unscathed
By life’s cruel games,
That we’ve survived
I hold his hand,
It is a warm strong barrier,
A sure sign of,
The protection and love,
We have shared.
I whisper ‘goodbye’
It is the hardest word
I’ve ever said,
Like the breaking of a bond,
Which has lasted so long,
We’ve been through so much
Yet our journey now ends,
And I can’t even say
‘lets just stay friends’
If let go of you,
My world falls apart,
So comes the end,
The breaking of our hearts.
Zoe, age 13
Music
The beat,
The sound,
The lyrics.
Means everything,
Can change,
Can change a person,
Expression can fly your soul.
A burst of colour,
A burst of feeling,
The one and only thing
that makes sense
when your head spins.
Music,
The beat,
The sound,
The Lyrics.
It will never change itself,
but everyone else.
Kathryn, age 12
Sensitivity
Sensitivity is a present,
From everyone,
To everyone,
Sensetivity is a curse,
A looming curse,
An evil curse,
Sensitivity is a life ruiner,
A putter-downer,
An effecter,
Sensetivity can control YOU,
Don’t let it.
Don’t want it.
Anon, age 13
my clear icy breath
is cool smoke against the air
winter must be here
Kate, age 13
The Earth
The Earth is like a big sad ball,
Hiding away its anger,
Waiting for that day,
He has enough,
And shouts,
“I’m in danger.”
The Earth is covered
in thick grey smoke,
And this is how its caused,
Smoke, Litter,
all bad things,
But mainly Car exhaust,
The Earth is finally healing,
When we re-use all its food,
So don’t stop,
Lets put him
in a good mood.
The Earth is a disgrace,
You may think its quite mild,
Be kind to the world,
To be an eco-child!
By Molly
Age 11
Molly, age 11
Cathy your books rock!
All of them are great!
They make me smile and laugh!
Ha-ha-ha!
Your books ROCK!
Cathy your books rock!
All of them are great!
Scarlett is my fav!
So is Gingersnaps!
I love all the characters
Daydreaming is cool!
Your books totally ROCK!
Heather, age 11
HIM <3
why him…?
it’s anyone’s guess
why he makes my heart stop
why i can’t look
why i can’t look away
is it anyone’s guess
why he makes me die
why i live for him?
anyone could guess i love him.
Why can’t he see me?
Christine, age 13
she Walks
in the soft cold
Dusky evening
to tell him by the park.
as her shoes drag she
Thinks.
of the good times,
and the Bad.
Shared.
Together.
He is Good for her.
but- too good.
She Knows
that she can’t,
Ever, make him
A Happy Ever After.
she knows.
So,
like setting free a Butterfly
she Must.
she must…
“This can’t work” she begins.
Words whisper around his head
Cruelly.
Stinging His Eyes.
forever…
the Wings are being pulled off
the butterfly,
she can not watch.
Instead,
She plants
one
single
fleeting Kiss on his cheek.
soft dusk fingers
stroke his chin.
The Moment does not l
ast forever.
Goodbye.
Christine, age 13
My Head is in the Clouds
My head is in the clouds
But my body’s down below
I’ve walked around the planet
There’s nowhere else to go.
I’ve looked for you
I’ve looked for me
I’ve looked for birds
I’ve looked for bees.
But anything I want
Doesn’t come by voting
You think you can win
By talking and quoting.
I don’t care if you’re not there
My head will reach the sky
The answers there
That’s what’s where
I don’t need to ask you why.
If I’m gonna go to Earth
That’s easy enough to do.
But if you really wanna fly
You have to believe
Be YOU!
Katherine, age 9
I’m off sick today,
I think it’s the cold.
I’m all sniffly and snotty,
And I feel two years old.
I’ve been given a blanket,
I’ve got a big mug of tea,
I’m getting lots of attention,
But I don’t feel like me.
I’m sure I feel like someone else,
I sound like a stranger too,
My tummy’s like a washing machine,
I think it must be flu.
Fiona, age 11
Cathy is the best,
(YEAH!)
outruns all the rest!
(Wohoo)
She’s so cool,
yeah,
Cathy rules!
She is fab,
never dull and
never drab!
Go Cathy!!!
Emma, age 10
the feeling
flooding through my veins
the lust,
the horror
a neon suicide
an experimental dare
try to stop me
i don’t care
art isn’t what i can do
it’s what i feel
through and through
Laura, age 14
Books.
Books are a different world,
in them I become
a different girl.
Books tell tales of happiness
and gloom,
When my head is in a book
other things have
vertually no room.
Books, stories, me!
Emma, age 10
Kittens.
Kittens are sweet
so full of care,
When they lick you up
and down it don’t matter where.
They rule,
they’re vain
but so very nice
and with their tempting lure
they victimize the mice.
Wish for your kitten
every single night
and your wish may come true,
oh yes, it might.
Emma, age 10
They try to get to me,
but I won’t pay,
I want to flee,
but i just stay,
voices in my mind,
tell me they’re gossiping,
but i just turn red
and stick up my head,
“talk to my face”
I tell them standing up proud,
“coz your weak if you talk
about me without me being aware
you are a coward
you are a jerk
you are a bully
and im the one thats being fair.”
I do not really care
if im hated or not
this is me
and i think im really HOT!!!
I dont care about the insults
you whisper when im not there,
just to be honest
i dont think its fair.
You are the one
that has more things wrong
so i’ve just got one thing to say
before i say so long:
DO NOT PUSH ME
COZ IM CLOSE TO THE EDGE
IF YOU TOUCH ME
I MIGHT LOSE MY HEAD!!!!!!!!
Katie, age 13
Mine is mine
Yours is mine
But I can’t take
Cathy’s
story
Cathy’s is hers
Mine is still mine
Harriet, age 13
A new face in town,
Not like all the rest,
An awful lot different,
But I like that best,
Floppy brown hair,
Emerald green eyes,
I glance in his direction
I get butterflies,
He sits on his own,
But never complains,
And people walk by him,
And call him rude names,
Then one day I was feeling brave,
I walked right beside you
and flashed you a wave,
You threw me a grin,
It made my head spin,
From that moment on,
I couldn’t forget you,
We chatted at lunch,
We walked home from school,
I think you are so cute,
I think you are so cool,
You could never be interested
in someone like me,
Boring old hairstyle
not much to see,
But that one day,
when you took my hands,
And we walked along
the feathery sands,
I fell in love
and that’s for sure,
It felt so lovely,
warm and pure,
And when you kissed me,
I froze inside,
You made my heart feel,
as if it could glide,
Now nothing could
make our love fall,
You know that I love you,
your lip ring and all.
Katie, age 12
It’s magical,
The love we share,
It’s wonderful,
The way we stare,
I can’t believe,
It worked out,
so well,
It’s magical,
the things I dream about.
Emma, age 13
Cathy
Creative
Awesome
Totally cool
Happy-go-lucky
You rock!!!
Lilli, age 11
Friendship
Friendship can be twisted,
bent and turned;
But it can never be broken;
So treasure your friends
because like a flower
some will never stay forever…
Amber, age 11
A Friend
A stranger is someone
you havent made friends with yet,
A friend is someone
you smile at for always,
A good friend is someone
you KNOW you can rely on
but a best friend is someone
who can see you with
the BIGGEST grin on your face
and still know something is wrong!
Ellie, age 12
Ocean Moods
I lay beside the elegant golden sand
below the lemon sun.
I display a wonderful mixture
of the colors sapphire and turquoise.
My icy, lively waves feel cool
against the warm dry land.
I’m capacious, long lasting and beautiful.
In seconds, I can transform
from loud to quiet, and wild to calm,
but some people describe me as
always relaxing, soothing, and peaceful.
I taste fishy and salty but
I make a presence that’s sweet.
I’m everywhere and full of life.
But when the ominous clouds come,
danger awaits.
Because of my wild waves,
fear in others around me grows,
and they back away tremulously
before the wild storm begins.
No one knows what will transpire
around me, The Ocean.
Sarah, age 13
Secret Love
I stood while the wind whispered to me.
I felt the cool breeze and drizzle
brush against my red cheeks.
I had to follow him home
to tell him my feelings were true.
I had to get back to you.
There you are, standing in the rain,
your warm fingertips
caress my cold cheeks.
Until, my lips met yours and..
I opened my eyes to see
mum calling me to wake up.
Another day hiding my love,
another day, another week..
Imogan, age10
Too much hurt, Too much pain
All this pretending,
then friendships unravel.
Nothing matters and suddenly
you feel angry and stupid,
and doubt and regret fill your throat,
clogging your air with
too much hurt, too much pain.
The days pass,
Primary is fading into the past.
Memories are sickening to think of
all that fighting and shouting for what?
Summer feels short, tugs at your heart.
Too much hurt, too much pain.
Phone calls and E-mails.
With what to believe,
and who really knows
on what ground will they stand.
Promises broken, Summer is ending.
Nothing feels real – like a bad dream
engulfing deeper and darker,
falling into too much hurt, too much pain.
A Friendship is wasted,
twisted and turned.
Fixing and mending but is it the same?
Hating and crying, grinning and laughing.
School comes up fast
separated, so alone.
Friendships are made, patched up tightly.
It’s too delicate to break.
Holding on tight, we don’t want a fight.
We are friends, maybe forever.
No more hurt, no more pain.
Kathryn, age 12
Emotions
Rage burning up everyone you see
in a storm of red
an explosion in your head
of worry and fear and hatred.
You feel so alone,
like no one understands.
Saddness depening,
digging into you
and sucking out all life
till you can only think
about a problem.
Questions twist into worries.
Love pulls your insides
and melts you till
there is nothing left
and you have an empty head
and you don’t understand.
Kathryn, age 12
My little pony’s name is Tony.
He’s skinny and bony
and very lonely.
He sleeps in the shed
because he has no bed.
He’s best mate is Ned.
Dad won’t let me get
a pony called Coney.
Coney would not be bony.
He would not sleep in a shed
because he would have a bed.
I love Tony but would also love
an ice-cream Coney.
Evie & Nady, age 11
The Girl
Her strawberry blonde hair
whisked over her tanned skin.
Her eyes as clear as the sea
gleamed with delight
and her teeth were as white as pearls
that curved into a huge smile.
Her nails flew down through the air,
not making a sound…
Lauren age 13
Greedy dog
This dog will eat ANYTHING!
Apple cores and bacon fat,
Milk I poured out for the cat!
He likes the string
that ties the roast,
and relishes hot buttered toast,
Hide your chocolates!
Hes a thief,
he’ll even eat your hankerchief,
If you dont like sudden shocks,
Carefully conceal your socks!
Yes thats his name
it is Max he even eats
the candle wax
but hes the best dog ever
and I will love him forever
and ever
Max I love you
(I had to give him away because
he was to big for my house
he was a boxer half greyhound
but I will always love him)
Niamh, age 10
Candy
There is the Candy inside us,
But who is it?
Friends are the Candy,
Making everyday of your life sweet.
You never know when
they come in handy?
‘Cause they are your Candy!
Charlotte, age 10
Cathy’s Books
Whenever I’m feeling sad
I pick up Indigo Blue
I read and read and read
I cannot put it down
I’m mad about all ofCathy’s books
She does a great job
It’s the sypathy I need
After a long, hard day
Cathy Casiidy rules
Follow her advice
Follow your dreams
Betsy, age 12
I sit upon a ledge,
staring at the stars
At the red ground below
that disguises who we are.
At the distant pleading scream
in the city under the sky
At the glamorous famous faces
who wont even try
I sit upon a ledge,
looking for a meaning.
I look for the peace
that everyone is needing.
I look for the animals
that have long died out.
I look at the humans
and how they think aloud.
I will figure out
why mankind is so cruel
Why mankind is so judging,
hoping for a duel.
Why mankind has a brain
that is greatly dimmed.
I sit upon a ledge,
hoping for the wind.
Kimberley, age 14
Fake
You tell me I’m foxy
You tell me I’m pretty
You hug me
You flirt with me
I didn’t know what to do
Except ignore you.
She came to my party
So did you
You were an old fling
I didn’t see the problem.
My best friends egged you on
They still think
it was good entertainment
You swopping toungues
You kissing
My crush and my enemy.
What a fake.
Beatrice, age 12
The Snow-pipe
A cold, flowing silence
A chilly winter breeze.
The wind blowing in my hair,
And a sky so white to see.
Bright and white,
The cold winter sky
Asks a tune among the garden
And birds passing by.
Lips so cold amongst the wind
They touch a song in which to hear.
The garden holds a tune
And a gift that falls near.
A drop, a drip,
And soon a complete white ground
Falling, twisting,
glowing, dancing
The icy snowflakes fall around.
The sky and ground,
Completely white
Day turns and falls into a
Silent night.
I take a breath,
And play a tune
The dancing snow amongst
The silver moon.A world of secrets
Mysteries to be told
The snow-pipe a
Treasure to hold.
Emily, age 11
Weather View
When I think of poverty,
hunger and pain,
suffering,
sadness and grief,
illness,
fear and death,
then even on the sunniest days
all i see is black clouds
and heavy rain
and not one tiny sign of light.
But when i think of family,
friends and animals,
laughter,
nature and happiness,
smiles,
confidence and courage
I see the rainbow shine a new colour.
I try to think of happy things
so that even on the rainiest of days
the sun shines down on me.
Maddie, age 12
i had an x-ray today
and they found you in my heart.
the doctors said if i take you out
i would die,
because i couldn,t
live without you.
Natasha, age 11
The dark of the forest
Silent; deathly silent
Only the rustle
in the crisp khaki leaves
A movement,
so shy and unnoticed
And the blur of dark grey fur
liquid grey eyes
shiny and silent
and it disappears
Into the bushes
without a sound
Kathryn, age 12
A glimmer of light,
Glitter sprinkled across The sky,
A slit in the clouds;pink,
Peach and lemon ooze out.
And the shimmers of light,
The pure white bright is lost,
behind the haze.
Kathryn, age 12
In Black and White
They arrived,
Asking what we call this place,
Our place.
They took over,
but didn’t listen.
Looked at us with hateful eyes.
We were a group which had,
Rituals of violence to them,
And illegal assemblies
to honour our heroes.
We were placed in white ghettos,
So we weren’t in the way.
We were expected to change,
But they didn’t lift a finger.
Dumped in the bush for training,
No idea what to do next.
Expected to smile,
while they took over,
while they changed us.
Meant rejoice when 200 years
comes around,
200 years of achievment.
They think they are looking after us,
by taking our children,
so we can see,
We are only complaining.
Apparently we want to destroy the world,
with our big cities.
‘Change your attitudes,
put on a smile.
It will be for the best.’
But will it?
Is it worth it to forget our culture,
our lives, our hopes and our dreams.
Should we forget to make them happy?
Smile to make them happy?
NO!
Katelyn, age 14
I like these things:
It beats heat from it
You get summer from it
the sun
I like that thing
You can get wet in it
And maybe swim in it
The sea
I like that thing
God created it
The clouds swim in it
The sky
I like that thing
This poem is about it
And I always love it
HOLIDAYS!
I like these things
Their guardian is: HAZEL
Olivia, age 12
I Love Make-up
I love Shoes
I love Happiness
And So should you
I Love The Animals
I Love The Trees
I Love The Sound Of
The Buzzing bees
I Love My Family
I Love My Friends
We’ll Stick Together
Untill The Very End
I Love The Ocean
I Love The Sea
I Love You And
I love ME!
Emma, age 12
cool?
to cool for you they said
as they ripped her dress
her ball dream shattered
and lay lieing on the floor
her heart torn out
her prince charming gone
only a glass slipper left
as she fled the scene
Kristy, age 13
I love you.
I asked you
if you thought I was pretty.
you said no.
I asked you
if you thought I was your type.
you said no.
I asked you
If you liked me.
you said no.
I turned my back on you,
but you grabbed my arm and said,
“I don’t think your pretty,
i think you are the most beautiful person
I have ever seen.
I don’t think youre my type.
I think youre much more.
I dont like you,
I LOVE YOU”
then you pulled my waist towards you
and you kissed me.
i pulled you away and said,
“I LOVE YOU TOO”
and I kissed you.
now were dating
and you kiss me all the time.
I love your blue eyes
and your cute blonde hair.
i love the way you kiss
and how you treat me.
lets face it,
I Love you!
Sarah, age 13
I remember
when we left primary school
You cried, I cried,
As we looked back
at 6 years of our life.
Friendships, boyfriends,
Arguments and Fun
All remembered in our year
book and the signatures on our t shirts.
We were all being separated
into separate schools
And life has changed in less than a day.
The summer moved fast,
A blur of blazers,
school bags and stationary
We panicked about our first day
at the big new building
With new people,
new work and new friends.
Forgetting and moving on
from our old memories.
Excited about the new ones to begin.
When the big day came
I felt sick, small and scared.
Walked into the big playground with you
Waiting for the bell to ring.
Waiting for the year to start
Waiting for the next 5 years of friendship
I’ll never forget that first day
The day we got pushed
in the corridors on the way to lessons
The day we started our new memories
The day I found a new friend
and you blurred into the background
She hung around with us at lunch
I sat by her in lessons
She invited me over to her house
I forgot about you
You, me and her made new friends
over the years
Promising to stay best friends
Best mates for life.
But you stayed in the background
used to being ignored
Our best friends promise, broken.
Forgotten just like you
But one day an argument occurred
I shouted, you shouted
I cried, you cried
“You say stuff behind my back!”
“You spread that rumour!”
And just for a while
I didn’t ignore you any more.
So it ended.
You and me
Best friends forever.
Our other friends sorted it out
But we knew it wasn’t the same.
I’d found a new friend, moved on
You stayed alone.
Mum said, “What happened to Anna?”
“Oh, we had an argument,”
Would only come out my mouth
“But you two were best friends?”
“Friendships don’t always last,”
One day I was emailing my friends,
getting on with my new life
And an email popped up from you
My old best mate,
a faded blur I ignore.
I just rolled my eyes and opened it
Then I realised that ignoring you
Was the worst thing I’d done.
You met me at my house
The first time in a year
The first time since we had the argument
The first time since I moved on
I asked you to explain everything
And you told me.
When I got back to my room
I looked in my old wardrobe
I dug out all the old memories
The Year books, the T shirt, the photos.
And I cried for hours,
with the CD player turned up loud
Thinking about what you’ve been doing
I’m in year 10 now,
GSCEs, Exams.
I remember how scared we were
as we walked up to the big building
Not realising how worse it could get
I look at the new year 7s,
all smart in their new uniform
Remembering how we used to be
when we were that age.
Wondering what would happen to them.
Anna’s not at my school any more.
All because of the secret
she kept hidden under her jumper
The only way she thought
she could make her pain go away.
Her family was falling apart
and her best friend ignored her
So she done this to her self
At primary school we had good memories
At high school they are worse.
I wish I had never ignored you,
I wish we’d never argued.
I wish I could turn back time
and keep my promise
But now we are best friends again,
there for each other all the time.
Never ignoring each other.
Best friends forever.
Harriet, age 14
The pain of losing
The pain of living
The pain of pretending
The pain of choosing
We can’t live like this anymore
In a world full of judgment
When the ones you hate the most
Are the ones you have to know
You can’t face your demons
Cause there real
The pain of living
Is just unreal
So I say to you
My friend,
my enemy,
my love
Live for today
And die for tomorrow…
be past caring
but never forget
who you are
and what you did
Laura, age 14
“Roweone!”
I woke up early in the morning,
Running off to the bookshop.
I went to the door,
and then I screamed
“Roweone!”
I wouldn’t stop.
I meant “Let me in!”
But I wouldn’t spell it out,
Roweone is my new word,
Roweone is the thing I’d shout.
“Roweone!” I yelled in anger,
Banging on the bookshop door,
“I just want my new book!
Roweone!”
I hurled myself upon the floor.
“ROWEONE!” I yelled again,
Feeling oh so angry then.
“What’s Roweone?” some guy asked,
“ROWEONE!” I screamed so fast
That the guy just barely heard,
The really weird trendy word.
“ROWEONE!” I shouted loud,
Gathering a mighty crowd.
Glad to be famous,
Glad to be known,
But all I wanted was
“ROWEONE!”
The doors came open,
And I ran,
Screaming “ROWEONE!”
At the man.
Who was standing at their desk?
Someone who was not the best.
“ROWEONE!” I yelled, on fire,
“What?” the woman said, so tired.
“You want this new fabulous book?”
“ROWEONE!” I shouted, and looked.
In hardback,
There was my book,
Roweone,
I took a look.
“Is this yours?” the man asked.
“ROWEONE!” I cried at last.
Katherine, age 9
Love…
How do you express love??
The colour of love is red
The same colour as Danger
The same colour
as the hottest part of Fire
the same colour
as the stop signs
The same colour as Blood
The same colour as the heart
The heart symbolises love
Such a precious object the heart Is
If the heart goes wrong biologically
Life is over…
Yet the heart can go wrong
so many times
in terms of love,
But still go on to love another
Yet we have one heart
It still seems to make room
so you can love your
Family, your friends
your children your neighbours
and that one person ..
What would be the world without love
Some say War and disease
would break out
Everyone would hate each other..
But I think the world without love
Would be no world at all
Without the love of god
we wouldn’t be here
Without the love
that our parent shared
we wouldn’t be here
It would be a world with no life
So when you think about love
just remember……..
Ruva, age 12
Omg
my friends arent talking to me
Omg
my mum wont let me sleep late
Omg
my Dad wont let me go out with my bf
Omg
my sister keeps stealing my hair bands
Omg
my brother keeps looking in my diary
Omg
my grandmother gave me a horrid jumper
Omg
my boyfriend isn’t texting me
Omg
my teacher gave me an F
Omg
my head teacher stole my phone
OMG!!!
My life is the worst ever….
Oh no,
what are we gonna eat
Oh no,
my sister looks poorly
Oh no,
my dad is on his death bed
Oh no
my brothers grave looks horrid
Oh no,
my step dad touching me wrongly
Oh no,
my mums wounds are getting deeper
Oh no,
my grandmother doesn’t remember me
Oh no,
my house is getting infected more
and more
WHAT AM I GONNA DO??
Ruva, age 12
Megan Barker is my name
I love the colour blue.
People think I’m freaky
But I’m just like you !
I have 3 Pets,
A hamster,dog and cat.
I love them so very much
But when it comes to baths
We have to use the mat!
As for my Mum and Dad
I love them so much too.
And for my brothers
They totally stink the loo!
So Megan Barker is my name
I hope I remember ya
But, Beware of me,
cos I can really SPOOK YA!
Megan, age 9
I was only ten years old
And I was standing in the cold
And something ‘bout him
It just hit me
Don’t know how it
Could have missed me
All those years.
Not a day went by from then
That I could get him out my head
I’d write his name again and again
And dream of him as I crawled into bed.
And I felt sure
That nothing would cut deeper than
The time he asked me to say
To this girl he fancied
That there must be some way
For them to get together
He knew he’d love her forever.
I was only ten years old
But my heart felt oh so cold
I’m too young to be in love!
This is just some stupid crush!
I tried to tell myself to pull away.
But I loved him more
Every day.
I was aged eleven years by now
And him not far behind
Shortest kid in class by now
But oh so very kind
And I was sure
That nothing would make my heart
Leap as high as the time
He asked me if i’d go somewhere
With him…
One kiss by a river on a
crumbling bridge
Wearing wellies in a feild
Watching the stream disappear
from the ridge.
Months and months
till the year 6 prom
How on earth could I even wait?
Every detail must be perfect
From my posture and my gait
To the way kiss him
Goodnight.
The world stopped spinning for me that night
A fairytale dream come true
Nothing could have made me feel blue.
Just a week later he ended it all
Secondary school had made it’s call.
How i’ll be able to ever
look him in the eye
I’ll never know
One thing I’m proud of
I didn’t let my heartbreak show.
Until I got home.
eight whole months it lasted.
A spell over me he’d casted
With his smile.
This is a true story.
I guess you’re never too young to
fall in love
And you’re never too young
to have your heart broken.
I love you Joe
Tricia, age 11
Relationships
Some relationships,
often the worst
are like a bangers,
short and loud!
Some relationships
often the best
are like fireworks:,
they start with a spark
travel upwards to the stars
turn in to something magnificent!
Some of these fireworks
just turn to ash and
float gently to the ground.
Others are longer-
lasting fireworks
and a few are ever-
lasting fireworks.
Its hard to set of the right firework
some go off in a bad direction
but dont worry at sometime
you’ll set off the PERFECT firework
and will watch it go up with joy!
Lucy, age 12
F is for… FUN!
R is for… RELIABLE
I is for… Intellegant
E is for… Elegant!?
N is for… Never Ending
D is for… Distant ?
S is for… Special
H is for… Happy
I is for… Illegible ?!
P is for… Pleasures
Jazz
GOODBYE LOVER
Gone are the days
where we shared lemonade together
in the baking sun.
When we joked
and called each other Hon.
When I told you my secrets.
When faught until we laughed.
LIke the time when
you kicked me in the calf.
The piggy back rides in gym.
That midnight swim.
Teasing eachother till we snapped.
Missing those kindgergarten naps.
But those times are gone.
We’ve drifted apart.
But always know,
You’ll be in my heart.
Katherine, age 13
Yhuu xx
Song #1 verse one
I sit and talk about you,
my friends say,
they dont have a clue,
They thinking im so crazy,
Cos I just called you baby,
Your in the same class as me,
i cant help but look at you,
im getting this strange feeling
and i dont ken what to do.
Chorus #
Babyyyy-—-
I gotta wake up,
wake up
And See The truth.
I gotta get up,
get up
And Brake the rules
OhhYeah….
Verse 2#
I was on the phone,
to one of My Best Friends,
thats when she said to me,
that you wernt worth it,
Cos she saw you,
with another girl
Na-Na—Yhuu ahr such a jerk,
and it realy hurts,
Chorus #
Babyyyy-—-
I gotta wake up, wake up
And See The truth.
I gotta get up, get up
And Brake the rules
Verse 3#
I ust to talk about you,
but all my friends were truu – -
i dont know how i liked you
I belived that you had changed- –
B-b-b-baby Bring it on now!
Tell Me why do you make it so hard be baby Oohhhhh…....
Verse 4# sing till fade….
Haha Haha im not gonna do that again
never again no,no
Haha Haha im not gonna do that again
never again no,no
Haha Haha im not gonna do that again
never again no,no
(last line faded ‘v’)
Haha not again…
Shannon
MY MASK #2
I put on red lipstick
I put on Mascara
I put on makeup
I put on a mini-skirt
I put on a sleeveless belly-top
I pierce my bellybutton
I paint my fingernails
I put on high-heeled shoes
I die my hair blonde,
I tan myself,
I make myself skinny
I make myself curvy
I make myself attractive
And I flirt with guitar-players
They all seem to enjoy my kisses,
but deep down,
Deep deep deep down,
I know i am in the wrong place
Dont you see?
This is FAKE
This is a mask to hide myself
Stop myself from being the ugly girl,
Stop myself from being UNpopular again
Its the first time im the hottest
and coolest in the school
If only u knew the real me
The puppy-fat
ungorgeous,
unattractive
geeky,
quiet
real me
Im wild and crazy
hot and friendly on the outside,
but you havent seen the inside.
Out of the mask ud bully me
Out of the mask ud hurt me
Out of the mask is a loser
I cannot go back under the mask
NEVER
Im staying here
But I wish I was there
Being myself,
and still being popular
But I wouldnt dare go back
Leave me alone
I mean the past
Its now the future
so I dont care anymore
Im full of life
Yeah, in my dreams
Im not
In the inside, at least.
But I am full of life,
over the mask
If u understand how this feels,
please reply to my poem thanks
(oh and HEEELP!!)
Id rather not say because maybe ur from my school, age 16
Friends
The first letter is F
As it starts the trail of joy,
Between your friendship.
The second letter is R
As your friends are gifts
of beauty as a rose.
The third letter is I
For ink, as your friends,
Could help you write
Your story of life.
The fourth letter is E
For escape,
as your friends
can help you escape,
Any troubles you might have.
The fifth letter is N
For never,
your friends will never leave you
Alone in any situation.
The sixth letter is D
For daylight, as your friends will
Brighten your day.
The last letter is S
For souvenir,
as you and your friends
Will remember
all the happy memories
you had together.
Rachel, age 13
She lay there
on that floor.
Why does she feel this pain
thats eating her alive.
She doesn’t want to live anymore.
what he did,
what he said.
Does he not care
that shes dead inside.
She thought he cared.
She thought she could trust.
But yes it’s true
Mascara and Boys
they always run.
Geena, age 12
Wake up
Oh, isn’t everything bad?
Doesn’t everything suck?
Nothing’s going your way,
you have run out of luck!
Your boyfriend just dumped you,
your friend is upset
your mum is all angry,
and you just lost a bet
Everyone hates you,
you have no nice clothes,
your world is a nightmare,
and everyone knows
WAKE UP!!!!
no matter how bad things go,
no matter how bad things seem
to those in poor countries,
your life is a dream.
Stop crying because of
such stupid, weird things
be glad for all good stuff
that your fortune brings
Stop spending your time with
make-up, friends and guys
donate some money
and shoot for the skies
You have the power
to help all the needy
but all you can do
is be selfish and greedy
WAKE UP!
Rosie, age 12
i wonder
i wonder if
dragons exists
and unicorns
with glowing horns
and witches
with their evil jinxes
what about fairies
who are always being merry
and angels
blessing their dear children
mermaids maybe
swimming in the sea
and sit on a rock
and there for sing
i would love pheanoxics
to live
with their fiery feathers
i would just love
if these things exist
wouldn’t
wouldn’t life be exciting
Jennifer, age 12
my family
i wouldn’t be complete
without my family
they make me me
my mother
never stops worring
and my dad
just wants the best for me
my sisters
bring me fun and laughter
and my brothers
make sure no one hurts me
my grandparents
don’t want to let me go
but they know
i have to grow
and my pets
never stop loving me
i’am who i’am
because of my family
and that makes me
down right special .
Jennifer
You’re cute
mysterious
You don’t smile,
This makes me delirious.
You look at me
Your eyes don’t budge
Maybe it’s my funky hair
Or that my eye liner’s smudged
You have gorgeous blue eyes
Almost as blue as the sea
Blue and green,
I like that
Maybe we were meant to be.
You remind me of someone
Someone that stole my heart
But he was mean and sour
While you are as sweet as a tart
I love your cute,
chubby tipped nose
I love your beautiful
brown/blonde hair
If there was anything
bad about you,
I don’t care.
You flirt with Maddy
That makes me want to cry
There’s one prayer that I have
If you leave my life,
at least say good bye.
I’ve always wanted a BF
Someone that is like you
It’s your smile and personality
How that makes me so coo-coo!
Do you like music?
Are you in a band?
Do you like me?
Can you lead a helping hand?
Could this be a sign?
Am I getting some luck?
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but….
I Think I’m Love StruckMadison, age 13
Bullying
Was it her face
Or even her hair
Maybe even her voice
That made them stare
But the staring got worse
And it turned to laugter
people hit her
And the threats followed after
“You say a word and you are dead”
She couldn’t ignore it
The threats went to her head
She lost her concentration
and her levels went down
She knew if she tried
to stand up to them
They would make her
look like a clown
If she told mum and dad
She wouldn’t stay alive
Either way she knows
She probably won’t survive
She went to school
on the last day
Little did she know
The bullies were behind her
Bringing her confidence down low.
They followed her home
That night
And hid behind the wall
They jumped out and hit her
Thats when they heard me call
I ran round the corner
And saw her sat leaning against the gate
she was in a pool of blood
Thats when I realised
I Was too late
Now its a year later
And Im sat at her grave
I shoud have known
she was being bullied
Oh how my liitle sister was brave.
Olivia, age 13
I smile and giggle
like it doesnt bother me,
Give them a friendly push
and laugh it off,
But I can feel a tear lurking,
Are Friends supposed
to call you weird,
Or say your jokes aren’t funny,
Or tell you to stop talking
in the middle of a story?
Cos if they are-
my friends are the best,
Fantastic.
Amazing.
Brilliant.
Angel, age 13
The Sweet Thief
But I did no wrong!
What harm did it do,
mother?
It was just a sweet!
Ellen, age 11
BORED!
driving along on the motorway,
we are going on holiday!
we’ve been driving
for what-seems like hours,
but they’ve been looking
at lovely flowers!
when i say ‘they’,
i mean my gran and pa,
surely weymouth
can’t be this far!
we stop at a tiny service station,
i am starting to loose my patience!
this is because,
get ready,
yes,
my dad wants to play a game of chess!
I’ve now officially decided this day,
that i don’t like going on holiday!
Brittany, age 12
I know how to change myself,
but I wont change for you,
I know how to put a smile on my face,
but I wont shine up for you,
I know how to stop my tears,
but I wont let you wipe them away,
I know how to build up my laughter,
but I wont let you ruin my moment,
I know how to walk properly,
but I wont let you hold my hands,
I know I know how to sleep,
but I wont let you enter my dreams,
I know how to make friends,
but I wont need you to facilate me,
I know how to defend myself,
but I wont let you sense my fear,
I know who I am,
but I dont need you reminding me….
So you better stay from me and my life..xxxx
Grishma, age 13
When he looks at me
through his long,
blonde hair
My heart goes
THUMP
THUMP
THUUUUUUMP
He looks at me more
and more everyday
But I think because
I haven’t smiled at him
Hes given up
Hes moved on
But he stills looks at me
With those gorgeous blue eyes
I know hes hiding his crush
When he says he hates me
Im wierd
But why cant I just phone him
Ask him out
He bites his nails
looks through papers
as if they dont exsist
And he looks at me
When he looks at me in Maths
All I want to do is stand up,
Walk over to him,
And give him
a looong kiss
I wish he was more then a crush
I wish he was mine
I’ve only seen him for 2 weeks,
But I think I’m in love with him!!!
HELP ME!!!!!!!!
Agnes, age 10
You were taking me home
We were fooling around
We were playing with jokes
Dumb football jokes
I didnt understand
and I think you knew that
Youre only 1 month older than I am
but it feels weird
My mom married someone younger
I told you that before you
kissed me
You slid ur arms around my waist
and ur mint breath
against my lips
Your tounge against my tounge
My knees started melting my heart thumping against my chest
I swung my arms around ur neck
I thought u were gorgeous
I wanted u badly
But I knew that could never happen,
Since Josie liked u
I wanted to go to heaven
kiss u forever
Then we stopped kissing
U gave me ur gorgeous smile
Ur so good-looking
in ur blue-eyes-
and-chesnut-hair-
tanned-fit kind of way.
I wish u were mine
Thats when u said
“You know I love you, right?”
But Im only 14 and
Im not really for love
“I…I dont know..Im only 14
and I think Im not ready for love.”
I stammered
And then a tear strolled across his face
I didnt want this
But then his sad-smile appeared
I had to stop this so I kissed him again
His kiss was the same
except even stronger
Then when I met him at school
the next day
He kissed me at break
held my hands through Biology.
Im dating him now, and Ive told him
I love him
We’ve been voted for cutest couple
which got Josie mad
But I know Harry
will take care of her.
He told me he’s loved me
since the 3rd Grade
He thinks Im beatiful
And I love him.
Im sure of it.
He makes me smile.
He makes the worse days
seem the best
when he’s around.
I love him.
I am only 14 years old
but I love someone deeply.
(based on a true story)
Gemma, age 14
Is this what they tell u
Is this what they say
They tell you to bug off
They tell u to pray?
Is this what they tell u
Is this what they say
They tell you to get lost
They tell u a cost?
Is this what they tell u
Is this what they say
I’LL TELL THEM TO BUG OFF
AND GO PRAY!!!
I’LL TELL THEM TO GET LOST
AND NOT FOR A COST,
BECAUSE IF ANYONE
TALKS TO MY LITTLE SISTER LIKE THIS,
THEY NEED A LESSON!!!
to sarah, my little sister :)
TELL THE BULLIES
THAT THEY SHOULD SHUSH!!!
Sam, age 12
It happens to us all
Each souls got to fall
Nothing lasts forver
but still you are toghther
Even when the leave
they are still here
giving you advise
whispereing in your ear
Even though you will never
here there voice
everyone has a choice,
to never forget
and not regret
lossing someone dear
They are never dead
Katie-mai, age 10
Breath in my chest
Catching hard
Legs twisting,
stumbling
Shouts that dont exist
still ringing in my ears
Nervous fears.
But this is the price,
my price
And what can I do
but accept it
Life stopped being generous
to me long ago
How did I get to this ?
Was it the forced smile,
the blatant lies
Or was it the not-quiet-enough whispers
Hanging like menace in the air
From the people
who said they loved me
Twist of fate
Guess I should go home now.
Romany, age 12
I love your books
They make me smile
My mouth is wider
Than a crocodile
Cathy you are really great
Please be my best
mate!!!
Lucy
My World and Yours
In My World there are roses
and stars blazing
sunshine every day
theres a shooting star
falling from the velvet sky
In Your World there is explosions
and broken glass
never any shining stars
always a black sky
i guess we never will
go together.
Ciera, age 9
do you?
do you love me
do you hate me
i dont know and never will
i love you i hate you
none of us know the truth
we never will
it all a mystery
and always will be
forever and ever a secret
Ciera, age 9
That Boy
He smiles at me,
It melts my heart
He flirts with others,
I can’t stand that.
My friends keep jeering,
Saying I got it bad,
But if you meet that boy,
You’ll know they’ve gone mad.
I’m going out
With my friends tonight,
He wants me to go out with him,
Then I decide
My friends are quite right,
Friends forever,
Boys, WHATEVER!
Rachel, age 10
arrogant
it could have been so
so special
you
me
just being, living, loving
as two united…
but as our hands touch
our lips break apart
as I find my own mind
there is no room for it
go, then
follow your dreams and
abandon your heart
but if i ever knew you,
you will wonder
was it just
plain
arrogance
that caused you to walk away
that last day?...
Christine, age 13
We are Friends
I got your back
You got mine,
I’ll help you out
Anytime!
To see you hurt
To see you cry
Makes me weep
And wanna die
And if you agree
To never fight
It wouldn’t matter
Who’s wrong or right
If a broken heart
Needs a mend
I’ll be right there
Till the end
If your cheeks are wet
From drops of tears
Don’t worry
Let go of your fears
Hand in hand
Love is sent,
We’ll be friends
Till the end!!!!
Tori, age 13
Love
You’re horrid to me,
But it’s just that, see,
It makes me love you more
You keep stepping
In and out of my door
Whenever I look you in the eyes,
You give me signs,
Of…
HAtE
ANgEr
LoVe
KiNdNeSs
HaPpInEsS
HoRrIdNeSs
But I LOVE you, and…
I can’t resist you.
Lydia, age 10
Music
Music is a happy thing
Something that makes you want to
Jump up, play, dance and sing.
Music can be scary,
Dark and FRIGHTENING!
Yet so peaceful, jazzy and striking!
There’s all kind of diffrent music
From jazz, boogie woogie, R&B, pop…
Hip hop, rock, heavy metal and classical…
A wide selection, millions to choose from
One thing’s for sure
You’ll never get tired of it all.
Music is like fashion, it changes every day
One thing’s certain – it will never fade away.
Nel H, age 11
Love
Love is secret and mysterious,
Also blind and deleirious.
Love is soft and so sparkling,
Yet so cruel and heart-breaking.
Love makes your heart beat fast
Your whole body tingles
You want this to last.
Love also gives you heart-ache,
Makes you cry makes you feel
Like you’re stabbed like a steak.
Love happens everyday in many ways
Love is our dream, our hero…
The super dream team, a friend.
Love can also be dark and deadly
Like a killer fiend.
Nel H, age 11
Why?
Turn the world upside down,
And swim in the sky,
Fly kites in the ocean,
And wish you could fly,
Create dents in the ground
As rooftops point down,
Refill up the sink
When the water topples out,
Sleep on upturned beds
Mind you don’t fall!
Walk on the ceiling
And try to touch the ground.
But wouldn’t the ocean
Fall out of the sky?
And wouldn’t planes break down
In the sky, in the ocean?
Why don’t you fall out of bed
On the floor on the ceiling,
Why do I ask? Why? Oh Why?
Emily W, age 11
A poem for my big sister Christine, who wrote Hands, Holding, Secret.
You’ve helped me through hard times
When you were feeling worse than me
You put on a brave face
And tried to make me see
That Dad really loves you
As much as he loves me.
You said I’m a favorite
I know that’s not true
Cause through all the pain
Teachers worshipped you!
You wanted to go and live with Mum
Deep down that’s what I wanted too.
But things change so easily
And I don’t know any more
If love is true.
I know who you fancy
I know what you like to wear
I know he’s worn you down
To make you feel worthless
He doesn’t mean you to despair.
He’s never what he seems.
Sometimes I hate him
Sometimes I love him
But I know it will never last.
Whatever Dad says
Don’t listen to him
You’re better than that
Don’t believe his lies.
You’re the best big sister ever
I know that’s for real
And I never ever want you to go
so keep your soul for yourself.
Tricia, age 11
Me and Her…
We are fish and chips,
We are a flower and it’s stem,
We are tea and tea bag,
We are knife and fork,
We are love and hate,
We are pefume and its aroma,
We are rain and umbrella,
We are nail and varnish,
We are hand and fingers
We are all this
Because we always stick together
Me and Her…
Grishma, age 13
Betrayer….xxx
I should have known
That you were fake,
Right from the moment
I laid my eyes on you,
I thought, she seems nice…
But all you ever did
Was enjoy fooling a person like me.
What did I ever do to you?
I wanted to be your best mate,
But you betrayed my trust.
I am sorry for sharing my hopes
And dreams with you.
All I ever wanted was for you to say
That I was as good as you,
But all I get is a slap in the face.
I am sorry for helping you in your hard times,
I am sorry for taking all your blames,
I am sorry for listening to your nonsense,
When you smiled
My heart was beating in joy
I thought “Now I’m her best friend”
But I was wrong,
Now that you are with the popular kids,
You go around betraying my trusts,
Letting out all my secrets.
I thought that you were on my side
And I on yours,
That we would rule the world together
Like two sisters…
But all you ever wanted
Was to get in the popular gang.
Now that you have succeded,
Get out of my life,
I don’t want any trace of you,
and guess what “Ms Betrayer”,
One day I will win my friends back
Because I am not giving up!
Grishma, age 13
Dedicated to my lovely granny…
I stood paralysed to the floor,
hearing her voice made my throat sore,
she was the one who made my heart stronger,
she was the first ray of light,
she was cool and bright,
she was the fragrance of spring,
she was a woman who’d laugh and sing,
she was the first drop of shower,
she was the sweet aroma of the flower,
She was the first flake of snow
she was the river and its calm flow,
she was the laughter in my breath,
she was the goddess of wealth,
she was the daimond in the tear,
she was the huner of the fear,
she was the brightness of my day,
she was a woman who could play,
she was the beat of my heart,
she was very strange and bizarre,
she was the first one to be named,
she was the last one to be framed,
she was the lonliness in a trail,
she was a person who could never fail,
she was as lovely as the chill of breeze,
she was as bright as the tall green trees,
she was the sweetness in sugar,
she was the perfect person ever.
Grishma, age 13
Out in the Camper
Out in the camper,
People turn to stop and stare
It hurts your ears
With the sound of old
But nothing can compare
In the forest,
Lazy days under the sun
Toasting Marshmellows
Summer’s just begun
Camping with my family
Sleepovers with my friends
Enjoying the outdoor life
Hope it never ends
Her name’s Sandy,
Part of the family now
Beige and white, with a stripy roof
Once you see her, you’ll say “wow!”
Harriet, age 12
Clouds…
High flying fleet of wooly boats,
Quietly cruising immortal seas.
Windblown cotton in shapes,
Gracefully riding the heavenly breeze.
White-turquoise fleets,,bleats…...
Belonging to the sky,
Wandering aimlessly out of my view.
Would that my cares
Could be as the clouds,
Lifted, flighted, lost in the blue.
Fahm, age 11
Daffodills
We all love the daffodils,
We place upon our window casings..
We like their pretty faces,
Brighten up our living spaces.
Is it Spring or Winter still?
Look upon the nearby hill.
Spring is here with birdsong’s trill,
If there blooms the daffodil.
If you do not find it there,
You have no need to despair.
Try as gloomy Winter will,
It can’t hold back the daffodil.
Dark green leaves and bright faces,
It will bloom in all places.
You might as well give it room
The daffodil intends to bloom.
Fahm, age 11
Dreams…
Lying carelessly on my comfy bed,
Forgettingthe things which i dread,
I dream…
Zooming across the breathtaking sky,
Following the birds to fly,
I dream…
Laughing gracefully in the flower garden,
Pushing the boredom and pulling the fun,
I dream…
Tasting the sweet
Mouthwatering ice cream,
Not letting reality spoil my dream,
I dream…
Imagining the world can be
Just the way I want it to be,
For the first time feeling
Amazingly secure and free,
But my real life is nothing like this….
The least I can do is dream…xxx
Grishma, age 13
The magic box
I will put in my box ……
A precious memory
Of my dogs’ paws touching a chair
A hug from my affectionate mum.
I shall put in my box ……
A jockey on a board
And a surfer on a horse
My box is fashioned
With coloured crystals
And in the corners are
My secrets and my fears
I shall sunbathe in my box
In the Caribbean, listening to
The crashing waves of clear blue sea
With the sand rushing through my toes.
Frankie B, age 12
She acts like everyone else,
Part of the crowd.
Happy and loud
but she really isn’t.
She hides her feelings inside.
She hides her real self.
She doesnt let anyone close.
But someone
Has come into her life,
Someone she has to let close,
Has to let him know her,
for who she really is,
And not how she acts.
But she is forever hidden,
and always will be.
She will never let anyone know,
That the hidden girl is me.
Tegan, age 14
What?
What is this feeling,
Deep down in my heart?
What is this feeling,
To care for you?
What is this feeling,
A longing to be with you?
What is this feeling,
To look deep into your eyes?
What is this feeling,
To hold you and never let you go?
What is this feeling,
To spend every second with you?
What is this feeling?
I think this feeling is love.
Emily, age 13
A message
I look at the message,
down on the paper,
the words are so bleak,
I can’t read them.
the truth hurts.
The message says,
“I’M SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS”
April, age 12
I try and try to make things work,
But nothing ever goes my way,
I never do the right thing,
I never know what to say.
I feel out of place,
Scared, alone, hated, haunted.
I’m not sure what to do,
I’m leaving you behind,
Starting over again,
Stressed out but I cant unwind.
I need you here right now,
Why wont you talk to me?
Every time I close my eyes,
It’s your face I see.
I thought we were best friends,
We’d always look out for each other,
We were so close,
Like sister and brother.
I miss you right now,
Wish you were here,
Remembering the good times.
Do you ever think of me?
I hope you do…
Because when I think of
My best friend,
I think of you.
Amy, age 14
Right Now…
Right now
Is the time we all wait for.
Here i am,
This is me,
Right now.
Cannot run, cannot hide
Right here,
I’m with you
You’re with me now,
Now’s the time,
Here’s the place…
Right here.
Kirsty, age 13
Daydreamer
I have a place I like to go
When I’m alone
It’s better than being with friends
Or my family at home
I close my eyes and I am there
A place I can’t describe
A place that doesn’t care
And lets my wings spread to fly
I go there whenever I can
To escape reality’s wrath
Because in the real world,
To fit in you gotta be daft
My friends don’t understand
What I do when I don’t talk
They brand it as a weird thing
Something they can mock
Can I warn you fellow readers?
When you go to that place in your mind
If you’re a daydreamer,
Be prepared
For those who’ll be unkind.
Amy, age 15
Why?
Why do I love him?
He only ever hurts me.
But still I go running back,
Because he’s the only boy
My eyes will ever let me see. . .
Amy H, age 13
Those beautiful eyes…
I long for them to look at me.
But that will never happen,
Because he wants a girl
That I can never be.
Amy H, age 13
Writing is…
My friends often say to me:
She wants to be a writer?
She doesn’t have a life.
Writing is stupid.
It cramps your hand.
It makes your brain ache.
But I say:
Writing is my escape.
My hopes, dreams and
Aspirations revolve around it.
Writing is my feelings
And thoughts on paper.
Writing is me.
Know what they say to that?
They shake their heads and go,
“Dang girl, you really ARE a writer…”
Bernice, age 13
Xeisha
Welcome to the world of magic,
The world of Illogical logic,
Where the words aren’t rhyming rhyme,
And the feasts are always tragic.
Welcome to the world of Xeisha
Where rules Her Highness Myasha,
You’ve come just in time to attend
The grand Triasha.
Our queen is happy that you’ve come
To attend also the Kriasha…
Once again welcome to the land of Xeisha.
This is a very “isha isha” poem.
Sama, age 12
My Dad
My dad is a building with feet
He stomps down the streets
He’s a bit of a weirdo like me
Thats very easy to see
Sometimes he gets angry
But other times he’s very manly
My dads not a man of fashion
Altough he sticks to his own pashions
My dads very funny
He even hops around like a bunny
Hes very, very tall
I’d discribe him like a wall
He loves to sing and loves to dance
He told me he wants to go to France
My Dads the best dad in the world
For he raised a very special girl!!!
Aisling Broder-Rodgers, age 9
Waving
Waving,
Waving,
Waving goodbye.
Tears,
Tears,
Tears rolling
Down my cheeks
As I find myself
Waving,
Waving,
Waving goodbye.
And shouting.
“I Love You!!”
Lana, age 11
Truth of All
One or the other is dying today..
One or the other is getting a life today
Someone has a promotion,
The other a ’’descension’’..
The truth of all makes one life a destiny…
And others a misery…
Living in poverty or riches…
Makes no sense of man
Who does not deserve.
Who would not want to get riches…
People would want to make themselves unique
If they think that they are unique…
How rude is the truth, how daring,
How selfish, how adorable is…
Accepting it is the best quality.
Fahm, age 11
Forever
i wrote your name in the sand
and the waves washed it away,
i wrote your name in the sky
and the wind blew it away,
i wrote your name in my heart
and forever it shall stay.
Chloe, age 12
Lucky Star
Everyone have their up-days
And everyone feels down
But you just need to be happy
End in a smile, not a frown
Nobody can be perfect
Although you may look it
On the inside is all that matters
Don’t dig deeper into a pit
No-one needs to be violent
So stay right where you are
Just look up to the sky
And find your Lucky Star.
Emily, age 13
Life…
Does life have any meaning?
Sometimes it feels like
you are reaching the stars,
Sometimes it seems like
you are shrinking to the ground,
Things get upsetting
and you just want to die,
But happiness takes over
and you just want to fly,
Tears are like diamonds
that you shouldn’t waste,
Laughter is like a sweet
that you should taste,
Fear is the enemy of your side,
Embarresmant is the key to your life,
All the things that you go through
in your life,
Its just a test from the lord
to check your strife,
Life is just a short period of time,
have fun chill around
but dont get involve in crime,
You cant always expect life to secure you,
If you’re a a kind hearted person
then your feeling are pure and true,
All this is life,
You cant do anything
to change it
But be happy with
what you have achieved,
There are poeple who beg
to be in your place,
There are people
who plead to have your face,
Life can be hard but also easy,
It can be depressing but also enlighting,
It can be ferocious but also sweet.
To any one who isn’t sure what life is…xxx
Grishma, age 13
beatings…
my father beat me up.
just like his father did..
and my grandad,
he was beaten
by great grandad as
a kid…..........
FROM GENERATION TO
GENERATION…...
a poisoned apple passed along..
domestic daily cruelty..
NO ONE THINKING IT WAS WRONG ............................................and it was:
not the cursing and the bruising.
the frustation and the fear.
a normal child can cope with that..
IT GROWS EASIER BY THE YEAR…...........................................
BUT ‘the ignorance
,believing.
‘that the child is somehow owned..
’’PROPERTY PAID FOR’‘
’’VIOLENCE CONDONED’‘
/././././././././././././
Fahm, age 11
Why did you have to go,
and leave me here all alone?
I guess I’ll never know…..
Emma, age 13
i went on cathy’s website
and it’s great,
i went on cathy’s website
it’s hard to hate.
i went on cathy’s website
and found about about festivals anew,
i went on cathy’s website
learning stuff about me and you
i went on cathy’s website
and i certianly won’t regret it
by maddie
Maddie, age 11
Because of them-
Scarlett feels alone,
Because of them-
Dizzy Decides to leave her home,
Because of them-
Indie curls up inside herself,
Because of them-
Hannah feels like a book on the shelf,
Because of them-
Jude is ashamed of her life,
Because of them-
Mouse is stuck in a rich girls strife,
Because of them-
Ginger cant be who she is,
Because of them-
All their lives are in a tis…
Ellie, age 13
Silent Dreams
People say that Silent Dreams
Are made of magic at the Seams
I say no, they’re sharp as darts
Breaking every dreaming heart.
Silent Dreams are shadowed curses
Sleeping soundly in our purses
But when they wake there is no chance
Our lives are lost in deadly dance.
Silent Dreams will shatter life
Causing pain, sadness, strife.
Why don’t we speak, set free our souls?
Before increasing the death toll.
As dreams are crushed and people die
I sit at home and softly sigh.
Why do Silent Dreams survive
While all around death’s axe arrives?
Helena, age 14
Man behind the Purple Mask
The man who stands behind the mask
Is speaking silkily cold.
His feral smile and questions ask
Who are you amidst the fold?
He sees right through my shadowed mask
Through to shadows of the past
In my fear I watch him bask
Till the hours of night strike last
His vicious laugh and eagle eyes
Gouge through my defensive wall
To friendship, love and other ties
And a figure standing small.
He asks me why I feel alone
Why I hide the truth away
In my dreams is sorrow sown
Loss of love and light I say.
“Peace my child, all is well
Your pain shall leave your sight
You have suffered, your story they’ll tell
Of one who left from darkness to light.”
With these words he healed me
A broken soul left to die
Eyes once blind they now can see
A peaceful child I may lie.
My mask has broken
My soul has cried
My heart is open
My eyes have sight
All because of a single being
The man behind the Purple Mask.
Helena, age 14
Mean girl?
you say im not perfect
and im ugly,
But gee,
have a look at you.
yeah OK,
you have nice hair,
but gee do you think really care?
In fact NO I DONT
YOU MAY AS WELL GET LOST AND SAIL
OUT ON A BOAT…
Emily, age 10
time
I have only just a minuite
Only 60 seconds in it
Forced upon me,
Can’t refuse it,
Didn’t seek it,
Didn’t choose it,
But it’s up to me to use it,
Give account if I abuse it,
I must suffer if I lose it;
Just a tiny little minute,
But eternity is in it.
Kirsty, age 13
Hands, Holding, Secret
In a twilit room
at the dusk of dawn,
With a ceiling of sea
and Narwhal horn,
There you’ll find a door
in the dome of the floor.
And if you twist the handle
twice backwards around,
Your ears will discern
a blistering sound.
As the door lifts down,
you see blackness…
you drown…
Then,
deep in the depths that
you find looking up,
Are reflected two hands,
forming one cup.
Soon you shall hear
of the secret they hold.
Look closer and closer
at those cupped hands,
Inside is a treasure
from many far lands.
Is it old, is it new,
is it there just for you?
Look closer and closer-
you still cannot see,
Though you have a feeling
of what it could be.
There! You glimpse it,
and more,
for you’ve seen it before:
It’s a twilit room
at the dusk of dawn,
And the ceiling is sea
and Narwhal horn.
Christine, age 13
Just good friends
You said we’de give it a shot now
You said just one more chance.
You came you saw you conquered
Without my favour on your lance.
Cause we’re
Just
Good
Friends.
Thats
Where it ends.
You’ve made it quite clear now that we’re through
But I will always be there for you.
The sinking of my heart
Whenever I pass the spot
The place where you ended it all
The place I’ll never want to show my face
Since bursting into tears
Cause someone else had won the race
to your heart…
Now we’re
Just
Good
Friends.
That’s
Where it ends.
You’ve made it quite clear now that we’re through.
But I will always, always love you.
You toook me to the pizza place
Luigi’s, what a name!
Like something out of a fairytale book,
Maybe Happy Families was your game,
Until you got tired
And left me for scrap,
A cheesy line from a film ended it all
And closed the jaws of my trap.
Well now it’s
Just
Good
Friends.
That’s
Where it ends.
And now you’ve made it quite clear that we’re that we’re through,
I’ll just kiss you goodby and say I love you.
Tricia, age 11
Carrot tops
I used to get called Carrot Top,
I dont, not any more,
Because one day when someone said,
“Hey Carrot Top, have you seen your head?”
I was sick of taking it any more,
All this teasing, such a bore.
So I turned around and shouted,
Quite loudly I admit,
“CARROT TOPS ARE GREEN YOU GIT!”
Anon, age 11
Ihaven’t been home for a while.
I’m sure eveythings still the same.
Mum and dad both in denial.
And only joke to take the blame.
sorry mum but i dont miss you.
fathers no name oyu deserve.
i’m just a kid with no goals.
wouldn’t come home for the world.
Karrice, age 13
Writer’s block
A Story?
In just five sentences?
Hmmm…
I pick up my pen,
Nib poised,
Waiting- waiting for the words
To flow with effortless grace,
Filling my blank sheet with colour,
With a whole new world of brightness and imagination,
But nothing comes.
There- done!
Tricia, age 11
Sundae Girl,made me cry,
I have no idea why,
but if you can do that,
then that is the true talent of writing.
Claudia-Jane, age 13
honesty
honestys a complex thing
full of trust and love
betreyal is an empty space
full of lies and disbelief
i though you were the one my love,
my light within the dark,
my knight in shining armour
my romeo in school uniform
but know you are gone
sweet knight fair light my love.
Kirsty, age 13
I don’t know who you are,
You act so differently nowadays,
I guess we’ll go our separate ways.
But I’ll never forget the fun that we had,
When we were good,
And when we were bad.
When we were small,
We had it all.
We had each other,
But now we’re not together,
I miss the real you,
You were like a brother.
A little brother to me,
You could’ve shown everyone,
You still could’ve shown me.
You showed me the way to act,
When I ranted,
When I raved,
You told me a behavement fact.
You taught me,
Even though you were younger,
You took me food,
When I was in hunger.
I miss you now,
But it’s for the best,
I’m in the East,
While you’re in the West.
I’m going to miss our fun,
And I suppose it’ll never seem right,
But when I think of you,
My world becomes so bright.
Katherine, age 8
Shattered Fragile Heart.
You think I look angry,
I can never win,
You all seem so happy,
From the outside looking in,
This isn’t just another song,
To place, some sort of blame,
Yet I’m so invisible,
It’s driving me insane,
Chorus:
Please try not to stand on,
And break my fragile heart,
It is all I have left,
Since you threw that poison dart,
Telling me to go and die,
As I lie her crying,
All.. I.. Ask.. Is…
Why … ? x2
Karoline, age 14
Al your books are amazing
they all make me smile
and all make me feel
like lifes so worthwhile
Dizzy, what to say,
That girl makes me grin,
The book is inspiring,
Especially gorgeous Finn!
Next was Indigo Blue,
Which made me think deep,
And feel for those people,
Sad lives they must keep.
Driftwood was sad,
And so powefully written,
I feel for the characters,
They must have felt smitten.
And then there was Scarlet,
The girl who disobeys,
Then she met Kian,
Who soon changed her ways.
Sundae Girl A.K.A Jude,
Has a messed up life,
Then Carter falls hard for her,
Her life no longer a strife.
Lucky Star is Amazing,
Cat an Mouse belong together,
Even though Mouse is troubled,
They stay together forever
Which brings me to Gingersnaps,
The most recent so far,
THanks ever so much Cathy,
YOU’RE A SUPER STAR!!
Lydia, age 12
He and I used to watch the stars,
Right then he had no scars,
His dreams were my dreams too,
I was stuck on him like glue,
He was tough though small in frame,
Never giving up when in shame,
His wishes were my wishes too,
Sometimes I wish I never knew,
I’m sitting here on golden sand,
So beautiful but oh so bland,
He left me here and ran away,
I wasn’t going to make him stay,
He stood his ground and saved my life,
I used to think I’d be his wife,
But now his smile has lost its shine,
We used to float on fluffy cloud nine,
But now he sits and frowns at me,
The boy I knew I cannot see,
He’s now a man and not a child,
He said life’s not about being wild,
And now he’s gone again from me,
Cause I’m not what I used to be,
He had to move on and see the new,
I just wish it wasn’t true,
He said my smile gravely hurts him,
And yet her smile’s so fine and grim,
He and I used to watch the stars,
Right then he had no scars,
But now there’s one across his heart,
My spot in it has a broken part,
I’m sorry but your words aren’t true,
It’s you, who’s not the one you knew,
A man you’ll be from now on end,
I dearly hope your heart will mend,
I’m always here if it glues back,
For now though I’ll fade into the black.
unknown, age 13
If I owned a diary,
I would have written that today
was the best day of my life.
Was it the hilarity of the school play?
Or the diamond like stars?
Of course not,
It was Nick.
With his rumpled hair
and blue-green eyes.
I’m a sucker for all smiles.
But like the sun after the rain,
and the stars coming out from the clouds,
Nick’s smile is indescribable.
The nearer he is to me,
the more I miss him.
Vain hopes that he’ll notice me,
Heart aches that he’ll never love me.
Anon, age 14
Sometimes when I see a snowflake
falling from the sky,
I think of you and your smiling face
watching from up high.
And when I see a snowflake
falling from the sky,
I want to hold you close to me
and hear your heaving sigh.
And when there is a snowflake
falling from the sky,
I think of what you used to be,
never afraid or shy.
Sometimes when I see a snowflake falling
from the sky,
It makes me cry so
sadly and then I wonder why?
Why do I cry if you’re at ease?
Why do I cry of you don’t suffer with fleas?
Why do I cry if it’s so long ago?
What is the reason I’m feeling so low?
The reason is because I loved you,
The truth is that I still do….
My rabbit,
My Princess,
My special friend…
Amy, age 13
Spinning into outer space
my mind just won’t keep up,
My world is like an empty place
and my brain is ready to erupt.
I want to do one thing
but my actions want another,
People get so angry
and I get so much bother.
The thing is that I barely know
what I have actually done,
Until it’s too late to say sorry,
repent and pretend
it’s all just fun.
It breaks me inside,
shattered and cold,
I want it to stop
and have a hand to hold.
This is the pain that
I cause when I’m sad,
It’s like a disease passed on
when I’m bad.
Friendships are lost and banished forever,
I was always taught to
never say never,
But now I find myself s
aying it every day,
Constantly taking the time to pray.
Amy, age 13
Under a rock
I lay each day,
wondering wether
my fears would stay,
would you come along
and save me again,
or would I walk a mile
without a friend.
The sun passes by
along the countryside,
the presence of your heart
tempts me to confide,
but I must hold back for your sake
to save you from despair,
I know that you would
be so worried because
you genuinely care.
I put myself in harm’s way
just to help you out,
you don’t realize it
but everyday I refrain
from displaying a pout,
I’ve managed to find
something new each day
while lying under the stone,
of that solitary rock
that was able to supress
my impatient groan.
That rock was not just ordinary,
It saved me from a loss,
a loss that would be you of course,
a loss with power and force.
So each and everyday now and forever more,
I put my strength into you,
the rock that saw me make it through.
Amy, age 13
Looking up at the stars at night,
They’re looking back
At you shining bright,
Hold on to your lucky star,
And all your dreams will take you far,
Cause the best things in life are free
Part from ice-cream and your dreams,
Look at that lucky girl
I bet you rock her world
And she’s been wishing before that day
Before you came her way,
She’d meet the love of her dreams,
Ice-cream and dreams,
It is obviously that we were meant to be,
Why can’t people see,
The love we share
And every night I prayer,
That we will meet again,
But our love will still be there until the end,
Cause the best things in life are free,
Part from ice-cream and your dreams your dreams your dreams !
Ceri, age 11
colours running through my head
colours running so blue and red
colours seeping in my blood
colours reeling in the stone
colours there gone and so are you…
Paige, age 13
Okay so this is something i wrote
Its called Your The Ghost Of My Past :
Your The Ghost Of My Past,
The Haunt Of My Presant,
The Fear Of My Future
I Can See My Heart Is Sorry,
I Can Be The Innocence Of My Soul,
I Can Hear The Cries Echo In My Head,
T Can Touch The Pain Inside,
I Can Taste The Blood From My Sin,
I Can Feel You On My Skin,
My Lies Have Engulfed Your Mind.
In The Rain Id Love To Wash Away My Life,
I Knew This Would Be The Same,
I Never Thought You Was The
One To Blame.
Shaking I Stopped,
Tears Ran Down My Face,
I Felt Myself Fade Away,
Your The Ghost Of My Past,
The Skeleton In My Closet
Laura, age 13
TODAY
Live for today,
Don’t live for tomorrow,
Live for today,
There’s no other days to borrow.
Live this day,
For all that you’ve got,
Live for today,
It’s all that I’ve got.
Live for everything,
Everything you do,
Don’t listen to no-one else,
Just be YOU!
Katherine, age 8
One day im going to fly away,
One day im going to go and play,
One day im going to fly a kite,
One day ill be a pretty sight.
Olivia, age 12
When I Met you…
When I met you,
I thought at last
Someone understood me,
Someone cared for my feelings,
Someone knew how I felt,
I thought at last,
Someone to share my secrets,
Someone to read my mind,
Someone to listen to my memories,
I thought at last,
Someone special,
Someone different,
Someone true ………
And I never knew
How right I could be!!!
Thank you always being there,
For showing me how much you care,
Thank you for making so happy,
I can’t believe I’ve been so lucky,
And thank you
For so much more
You’re the best friend
A girl could wish for!
Zoe, age 12
Control
Lost in emotions
Anger at what they said
Like peering over a cliff
And falling off the edge.
Face fixed in a frown,
Who pushed you down?
Lost in emotions
Shock at what has been said,
Falling down a bottomless pit
Questions hurtling round your head.
Controlled by the hate-filled bully
You know who brought you down.
unknown
Changes
There was once a place
Of luscious green,
And beautiful daisies
Of purest cream.
But in it’s place
Is asphalt fields,
And towering features
Act as shields.
The air was pure,
And the birds did sing.
It was the most beautiful thing.
But now the air is thick,
And black
As black can be.
Is this the world for you and me?
There was a single home,
Quite plain,
A place without a proper name.
There is now
A million features,
Which contain the most fearful creatures!
Zoe, age 12
Work
We work everday
every night
every month
every hour
every minute
and every second.
Work, work, work,
I hate you so much.
I am so fed up with you
That I want to hide
In a rabbit’s hutch.
Work, work, work,
You are a bore.
You follow me about,
telling me to finish the chore.
Work, work, work,
These are my final words,
I don’t want to speak of this again,
I will not give thirds!
Suramya, age 12
Weakness…
Do I ever smile?
Do I ever feel like I belong anywhere?
Does my face lighten up when glory strikes?
Or do my weakneses take over me?
Do my emotions reveal themselves?
Do my feelings hide away the fakeness?
Do my eyes shine with tears?
Or do I let my weakneses take over me?
Do I look dark and pale?
Does my sadness show itself?
Do my humors fade away with the light?
Or do I let my weakneses take over me?
Does my smile stretch with joy?
Does my body move in excitement?
Do my lungs shake from laughter?
Or do I let my weakneses take over me?
Am I the only girl sufering from my wekneses or are you aswell?
Grishma, age 13
They don’t understand
That there’s nothing inside,
The painful cuts I try to hide,
The pain in my heart, the blood on my hand,
They judge without even trying to understand.
“Emo” they shout across the street,
So I just hold up my head and shuffle my feet,
Go home and blast out my favourite tune,
Block out their digs, act immune.
But when darkness arrives, and I reach a low,
Out come the tears, and here I go,
All I want is to be free from pain,
But if nobody know’s, I’ll do it again!
Yes I like MCR and I wear all black,
But why tease me for that?
I’m still a person, some say I’m quite smart,
But what use is a brain, if you don’t have a heart?!?
Black Jewel, age 11
Dear Sally,
I saw your designs
In the high street.
How come you didn’t tell me.
Have you got angry at me?
To think about I have not
Heard from you
Since you moved to Paris.
Have you forgotten about me?
Just write back and
I will know we’re still bffs.
Or is thats all changed?
yours sincerely
Jenny
Talia, age 12
New Boy
There is a new boy at school…
Look at the new boy, all alone
Look at the new boy, face like stone.
Look at the new boy, his name is Ted,
Wishing he was tucked up home in bed…
Look at the new boy
With Mummy’s’ sweet kisses
Still wet on his face…
He has no friends, just a teddy called Chase.
Nazish, age 13
You stand there
No need to tell me
I already know
Break the news
Break my heart.
Just say your peice and go.
Leave it lying there
Torn apart
Shattered
Broken
Porcelain heart.
I already know what your going to say
Just break the news
Break the news
Break the news and run away.
I can tell
I can tell
That you don’t know where to start
But I’ll be left
I’ll be left
To pick up the peices
Of my broken heart.
Anon, age 11
Queen
The future Queen of Rooks Land
The bold and the beautiful
Alexandria Rook,
Future queen of Stonybrook…
Alexandria is a city girl,
Of lebanese descent,
She is a charming and beautiful ,
Efficient girl,
Of a little french accent.
So, she will be the one,
The only and beautiful,
Don’t worry,she is here….
The future queen of Rook’s land-
ALEXANDRIA ROOK!!!!
Sama, age 12
Emo
They don’t understand that there’s nothing inside,
The painful cuts I try to hide,
The pain in my heart, the blood on my hand,
They judge without even trying to understand.
“Emo” they shout across the street,
So I just hold up my head and shuffle my feet,
Go home and blast out my favourite tune,
Block out their digs, act immune.
But when darkness arrives, and I reach a low,
Out come the tears, and here I go,
I hurt myself, to be free from pain,
But if nobody know’s, I’ll do it again!
Yes I like MCR and I wear all black,
But why tease me for something as small as that?
I’m still a person, and some say I’m quite smart,
But what use is a brain, if you don’t have a heart?!?
Black Jewel, age 11
Weakness…
Do I ever smile?
Do I ever feel like I belong anywhere?
Does my face lighten up when glory strikes?
Or do my weakneses take over me?
Do my emotions reveal themselves?
Do my feelings hide away the fakeness?
Do my eyes shine with tears?
Or do I let my weakneses take over me?
Do I look dark and pale?
Do my sadness show themselves?
Do my humors fade away with the light?
Or do I let my weakneses take over me?
Do my smile stretch with joy?
Does my body move in excitement?
Do my lungs shake of laughter?
Or do I let my weakneses take over me?
Am I the only girl
Or are you as well?
Grishma, age 13
cat
cat is cool
she shows girls rule
she has big green eyes
and took me by surprise
her house is posh
her family has a lot of dosh !
she loves mouse very much
even though his house is like a hutch !!!
Talia, age 11
Leavers Poem
Leaving is hard
As you can see
It’s difficult keeping
these tears inside me
Year 6 has passed
It’s time for year 7
We admit we’re not going
Straight to Heaven
Double Homework
Trickier times
Kids enter
as the school bell chimes
Getting Lost
In such a big school
How would we ever
look cool?
Goodbye everyone
we wish you all well
‘Coz it’s all over
after the school bell!
Erica & Abi, age 11
Cathy is the best writter
And i love her fab books
The best book is Dizzy
Her books are so cool
Your books make me laugh
Ashleigh, age 9
Memories
Swirly red wedge shoes
Mystical trees on the hills
Boys, babies and sips
of sweet lemonade
In the cottage loft
lots of memories unfold
but let’s pack them up
to rest in peace again….
Livvy, age 11
Paul from Driftwood
dreamy
hiding
but nervous at the same time
drowning
further down every day
crying
but only on the inside…
Paul.
Maddy, age 9
Friendship
Without friendship, what would I do?
There just wouldn’t be anything new.
But because we have got it,
Try not to stop it.
With nothing, I just would be blue.
My friends mean a lot to me,
I hope they don’t disagree.
Because they are the best,
They are not like the rest.
So precious, I can guarantee.
So, I am writing this poem,
To positively show them.
That, I really do care,
For my friends, they are rare.
They really are just like a gem.
Kayleigh, age 12
Why?
Why does life have to be so hard,
why do changes have to take place,
why can’t we just be who we are?
why can’t we show our innersides?
why does happiness have to end?
Why do tears have to drop?
Why do we let others take over us?
Why do we try hard to be cool?
Why does strong friendship
Have to destroy itself?
Why does jealousy take place?
Why can’t we love each other
And be true to ourselves?
Grishme, age 13
First day at a new school.
No one is there,
No one to talk to,
No one you even know.
Too scared to mingle,
Too scared to talk,
Hide everything away.
Open up the box,
Make friends and stay calm.
Talk…
And you will be surprised!
Amy, age 13
Boyfriend
He makes me feel speicial,
He makes me laugh,
He loves me,
He hugs me,
He’ll always be there.
He’s my boyfriend…
Laura, age 13
pity
you call me boffin
but that just means smart.
you call me nutter
but that just means i’m myself.
you call me childish
but i am a child.
how , after all these years of taunts
have you not once looked
beneath the surface of your words?
Hazel, age 13
Ginger
Being ginger ain’t so bad.
But it is bad in quite a few ways!
1. you get teased
2. You get bullied
3. You get called names
The good points are
1. You actually have a colour
in your hair that’s bright
2.Ginger is cool -
better than boring brown,
brutal black and bashful blonde!!!
3.Its the same colour as a fox’s fur
– which is beautiful!!!
Ginger is gorgeous and cool.
Be proud to be ginger!
Rachel, age 12
Miles Away
A million miles away.
Not far to go.
Not for today.
I can’t go home.
Two years down the line
I’ll see you again.
The waves, the water and the sun
Are my friends,
as I walk closer it’s not the same.
The cold water stings and adds to the pain.
How I long to be home.
But the problem is I’m a million miles away.
Not going home, not today.
Mishkah, age 10
Work
We work everday
every night
every month
every hour
every minute
and every second.
Work, work, work,
I hate you so much.
I am so fed up with you
That I want to hide in a rabbit’s hutch.
Work, work, work,
You are a bore.
You follow me about,
telling me to finish the chore.
Work, work, work,
these are my final words,
I don’t want to speak of this again,
I will not give thirds!
Suramya, age 12
My life is…
My life is camera,
which captures every good thing.
My life is a ballad
which my heart loathes to sing.
My life is a storm
that rumbles through the sky.
My life is a hand
that waves bye-bye.
My life is a word
that hasn’t been said.
My life is a book
that hasn’t been read.
This is dedicated to my wonderful
daddy mikey who i love so much x
Heva, age 12
Dream
Dream a dream of dreaming
Dreamers dream
Never doubt it,
Live wild, live free
For someday you will see,
That those fragments of dreams
Might disappear
So shape your life the way you want it,
Because it’s your life,
And you only have one.
Bunni, age 13
Changes
There was once a place of luscious green,
And beautiful daisies of purest cream.
But in it’s place is asphalt fields,
And towering features act as shields.
The air was pure,
And the birds did sing.
It was the most beautiful thing.
But now the air is thick,
And black as black can be.
Is this the world for you and me?
There was a single home, quite plain,
A place without a proper name.
There is now a million features,
Which contain the most fearful creatures!
Zoe, age 12
C hooses the best
A ngel of writing books
T hinks of great stories
H as a great imagination
Y es we simply love her
C lever
A lways thinking about books
S assy smart clever
S o generous
I think shes the best author
D oesnt put anyone down
Y es i hope she’ll write more books
Kiyanaat, age 13
Love You
I love you
I think you are different from the others
I tell my best friends I love you
But I know you have a girlfriend
Years pass, with my little secret
You are clueless about the entire thing
Valentines Day comes by
I ignore it;
I don’t want you to know.
My friends say to text you,
But I don’t.
Another years passes.
Another Valentines Day…
I don’t ignore it this time;
I’ve been persuaded by my friends
I want you to know I love you.
My friends tell me to text you
And I text you.
I tell you who I am
You promise not to tell your mates
I love you.
I believe you.
I tell you little secrets
I don’t want anyone to know.
A month passes, you tell them,
And they blab it to the world.
I cry. I text you.
You say you won’t tell anyone
I still have feelings for you
I want to believe you.
I don’t love you now;
Still, I have feelings for you.
But I love you
But I hate you
Do you understand?
No, and you never will
I can never tell you.
Ballet Shoes, age 13
Control
Lost in emotions
Anger at what they said
Like peering over a cliff
And falling off the edge.
Face fixed in a frown,
Who pushed you down?
Lost in emotions
Shock at what has been said,
Falling down a bottomless pit
Questions hurtling round your head.
Controlled by the hate-filled bully
You know who brought you down.
Tricia, age 11
Dizzy
A Dizzy girl
In a Dizzy world
With a Dizzy life.
She meets her mum
Her worlds turned upside down
She takes her away
From her family.
She camps out at night
When theres no light
Or she lives in a van
With her mum and a man
Then she meets some kids
Mouse and Finn
Finn’s quite cool
But Mouse looks like he lived in a bin
But they become great friends
Really great ones
Finn and Dizzy get close
& eventually go out
Birthdays, Boys, Its really busy.
Its enough to make you really Dizzy!
Jessica, age 11
When I Met you…
When I met you,
I thought at last someone understood me,
Someone cared for my feelings,
Someone knew how I felt,
I thought at last,
Someone to share my secrets,
Someone to read my mind,
Someone to listen to my memories,
I thought at last,
Someone special,
Someone different,
Someone true ………
And I never knew how right I could be!!!
Thank you always being there,
For showing me how much you care,
Thank you for making so happy,
I can’t believe I’ve been so lucky,
And thank you for so much more
You’re the best friend girl could wish for!
Zoe, age 12
Rose of Black
Petals of suffering,
Stalk of pain,
Thorns of a teardrop,
Rose of vain.
Heart of a vampire,
Eye of Black,
Seed of sorrow,
No turning back.
The rose of black
Rests in a field of death,
And now is dead,
Just like the rest.
Victoria, age 10
I have this place,
I call my own,
A real place,
My home from home,
A sancuary,
Away from noise,
From the hustle,
All the stress and boys,
I can go there,
Any day,
When life is getting,
In the way
Where is this place,
I hear you say,
This sanctuary,
Open every day,
It is a book,
Where imagination flows,
Where thoughts give energy,
That makes life glow!
Rachel, age 12
Dear Friend,
I just want to say,
What a fit guy,
I saw yesterday,
His eyes were like gems,
In the evening sun,
His smile stood out,
Above everyone,
He was staring at me,
A gaze so sweet,
I almost fell,
Off my feet,
I was going say,
a small hello,
Then his lass walked up,
And my jaw dropped low,
As I walked away,
And scuffed my feet,
I remember that,
My lifes complete,
Because I’ve got you,
My best friend,
Who needs boys,
Were mates til the end!
Send Bk
Rachel
xx
Rachel, age 12
“I’m Still Here”
I found the pieces in my hand
They were always there
It just took some time for me to understand
You gave me words I just can’t say
I’ll just hold on while you drift away
Cause everything you wanted me to hide
Is everything that makes me feel alive
The cities grow
The rivers flow
Where you are, I’ll never know.
If you were right and I was wrong
Why are you the one who’s gone
And I’m still here?
Seeing the ashes in my heart
The smile the widest
When I cry inside and my insides blow apart
I tried to wear another face
Just to make you proud
Just to make you put me in my place
But everything you wanted from me
Is everything that I could never be
Maybe tonight
It’s gonna be alright
I will get better
Maybe today
It’s gonna be okay
I will remember
I held the pieces of my soul
I was shattered and I wanted
you to come and make me whole
When I saw you yesterday
But you didn’t notice
And you just walked away
Cause everything you wanted me to hide
Is everything that makes me feel alive
The cities grow
The rivers flow
Where you are, I’ll never know
But I’m still here.
If you were right and I was wrong
Why are you the one who’s gone
And I’m still here?
The lights go out, the bridges burn
Once you’re gone, you can’t return
Remember how you used to say
I’d be the one to run away
But I’m still here…
Duck, age 12
Mouse
Mouse is living
On the Eden Estate
He thinks its trouble
Cat thinks it’s great!
The Phoenix on fire
Mouse’s mum cares
But Scully’s about
So Lucky beware!
Hollie. age 10
music
music makes up my life
a happy song for happy days
sad songs when im crying
full broadway showstoppers
when im full of glee…
romantic love ballads
when im with you.
music is the core of my life!
Kirsty, age 12
Watching
He’s watching her.
She knows without even looking round.
He’s sitting at the desk behind her.
Gazing. At her.
She’s in control.
She can make guys crazy.
Just one touch.
That’s all it takes.
Then they’re head over heels.
Doing everything she says.
It sickens you.
But at the same time,
You wish you were her.
Fiona, age 14
Merrybegot
Wisps of floating silk
The delicate rose
The fresh scent of grass
The trickling river.
You
Me.
The ivy shrouding the world
As time stands still
A waterfall hiding our shame.
The perfect, perfect sunny dawn
The dew reflecting on that beautiful morn.
Then I wake.
Cradling my May
My Merrybegot
My love forgot.
You
Gone
Me
Alone.
My Merrybegot
The only reminder
Of the dewy May morn
And the perfect May dawn.
My Merrybegot
Crimson lips parted
In a knowing smile
Green eyes shining.
From this beauty
My love ran a mile.
Anon, age 12
Father’s Day Poem
We know u luv DIY,
Although it makes u frown.
We wouldnt’t say ur bad at it,
But the house is falling down!!!
Jessica, age 14
She ran through the darkened streets,
Her breath shallow, her body numb.
She knew every movement
Alerted them to her presence.
Turning a corner she saw something
That made her heavily beating heart
Sink to the pit of her stomach.
A dead end.
What would she do?
Climb the wall? To high.
Run away? No,they were behind her.
Then she felt the bony hand
Grasp her shoulder. It was all over…
Ellen, age 13
Nibbles
I got eaten by a guinea pig,
He was small, and just a pup
He though I was a carrot,
And he gobbled me right up!
His best friend poor old Squeaky
Wondered where I’d gone
He turned and said to Nibbles
‘I’m sure she won’t be long’
Nibbles said nothing,
But then, what could he say?
So in the end decided on
‘I think she went away.’
They had no one to feed them,
They had to eat the hay,
They had no one to clean them out
For days and days and days!
But finally I got better
And I’m very glad to say
That after just a week or so
The scratch just went away!
Hollie, age 10
Emma?
Emma can you wash your dish?
Emma can you feed the fish?
Emma can you scrub my toes?
Emma can you pluck my nose?
Emma can you wipe the door?
Emma can you mop the floor?
Emma can you shine my shoes?
Emma can you eat your food?
Emma can you make the tea?
Emma will you answer me?
Heather, age 12
My brother.
his face carries on like a stream
his smile is a big beam,
but all this commotion
Emotion
Is one big ocean exploding.
he watches me just like a sweet raven,
but i know where he is…
All the way in heaven.
Layla, age 12
Ice heart.
Kiss me, hold me,
Love me, keep me.
And if you don’t I promise you,
Some day you’ll look back
And you’ll realise.
You’ll say,
“Damn, that girl really did love me.”
You’ll cry, but not on the outside.
No, on the outside
You’ll be as cool as ever.
You and your ice heart.
But on the inside I promise you,
You’ll weep.
And it’ll be nothing like what I’ll cry.
Broken heart, ice heart,
Broken dreams, cold front.
And I’ll never forget you.
Miss independence, age 13
Person
What is a person?
Is it someone who cares?
Someone who shares?
Or is it just you, me
And everyone around us?
Evie, age 11
Those Fields Of Dreams…
I wander through those fields of dreams,
Choosing which to watch tonight.
I shiver through the scary ones
And stumble through the sad.
I trip over the depressing ones
And run from the bad.
I tip-toe through the quiet ones
And stomp through the loud.
I skip through the empty ones
And squeeze through a crowd.
I stride through the stage show ones
And swim through the wet.
And then I get to what I want,
A field with a babbling stream.
This, this is the one I want,
This is my field, my dream.
Maddie, age 11
Sundae Girl
It was a sunny, cloudless day.
Perfect for a wedding.
Grinning at the crowd,
Dying for the wedding to begin.
I watched Mum slide on
Her lovely long dress.
She looked beautiful,
In long white silk
And floaty little pearls on the veil.
Finally, the music started.
I found it hard to keep the tears
Out of my eyes.
All was a blur, until
Giovanni and Mum both said ‘I do’.
May, age 10
ALONE
Everyones gone.
This quiet house.
But it wont be quiet tonight
when the old wolves howl
no love to share
no love for me.
Wishing the love from the wolves.
but no love for eachother
drove that lonley house mad.
i am alone.
Katherine, age 13
Kids Today…
I wear black
Combat trousers
Miniskirts
Fishnet tights
And skull T-shirts
My lipstick is of the darkest shade
Black eyeliner
Rock-chick ready and made
I walk down the street
Wearing knee-high boots
Any random adult will give me strange looks
My teachers take one glance
Write me off as a delinquent
And sit me at the front of the class
My passion is music
But I’m not allowed
In the school choir
‘Cause they think I’ll mess about.
Old ladies shake their heads
Mutter about the youth of today
And will only give the time of day
To people who are scared to show their true colours
Well I don’t know about you
But I think it’s downright rude
To make nasty comments
About other people’s clothes.
You’d think
They way they always say
That discipline was maintained
Back in their day
That they wouldn’t have the cheek
To judge people on the street.
The elderly folk of today-
I don’t know
What the world’s coming to
If a woman of sixty years old
Can be so cold
Towards someone
They’ve never even met…
That what I just don’t get.
Tricia, age 11
Have you ever?
Have you ever
Felt lonely,
As though
You had no one?
That’s a mysterious feeling.
Express yourself….
Then you’ll feel better
May, age 10
My family
morning, breakfast?
eat it quick! got your stuff?
i thought not! lost your pen?
not again? get one from the pot.
hurry, hurry, we’re in a flurry!
how are we always late?
have a good day!
eat your tea, its curry tonight!
what kind? chickpea.
yes, i know theres no chikpeas,
your father forgot!
hurry up, we’re late for swimming!
say hello to everyone! have fun!
get changed quick, we’ve not got long,
we’ve got to get backhome for bed!
unpack your bag.
don’t argue with your mother!
get into bed, you’re up early.
no, you can’t have ten more minutes.
what a day, we’re always busy.
i love you too. night!
Amy-Clair, age 13
Tiger
I can’t see any water,
I have been searching for days,
Food is nowhere in sight,
No food, no kill no prey!
Then BANG! Goes a hunter’s gun,
I start to run so fast,
Scared, terrified, thirsty
Then he shoots at last.
A roar, a snort, a hiss, a yelp,
These sounds are new to me,
Scared I feel but anxious too,
What’s going on? I can’t see!
I am in a truck, in a cage,
Going far from home,
It is pitch black in here,
A smokey smell fills the air.
Dehydrated I feel going to this place,
My head is banging, my mouth is dry,
I take my last painful breath,
Then I die.
Rosie, age 11
Rose coloured glasses
Look around,
Shining blue sea,
glossy green grass
colourful atmosphere.
Look around properly;
Cold, grey, concrete.
Steph, age 10
I Once Met A Girl
I once met a girl,
who was as pretty as a pearl,
she wore yellow and red,
and had black hair on her head,
she smiled as she passed,
walking not so fast,
then she walked away,
leaving me astray.
Aisling, age 10
Love.
The love they shared is there no more,
His heart is fine but hers is sore.
The love they shared,
Is gone and passed,
For him too slow,
For her too fast.
Tears fall down,
Her big blue eyes.
He does nothing,
She cries and cries.
He has someone,
She does not.
She loves him,
He forgot,
Love is special,
It’s meant to last.
Why do boys give up so fast?!
Brianna, age 13
I know him well I have to say
But he is something new each day,
Monday he writes a poem
I would like to read
Tuesday he helps someone in need
Wednesday he is grumpy
Silent all day
Thursday he is thinking
Of something to say.
Friday he didn’t come in.
I know his secret: his parents beat him.
He had no one to speak to
No one to trust
I want to help him I know I must,
I gave him a helpline its his 999
And now his smile reminds me
How we can help each other.
Now… we are friends.
Caity, age 12
Friends
I have my happiness,
I have my sorrow,
I have my friends,
Michaela: She is my oldest friend
The best of friends we were,
Now she is gone I have only got…
Bonnie: She is new here
She doesn’t fit in properly
I don’t have much to say about her
Naomi: She is my new best friend,
She’s original
Her own person,
Funky, Fresh and Fun!
Iola: She’s the quiet one,
A real bookworm,
A real great friend when you’re down
Drake: My first boyfriend,
I wish,
He is still my friend
He’s so sweet
Tina: A pretty good friend,
Bossy, very bossy
But still a good friend
Jade: We were friends
Not now though,
Now we’re deadly enemies,
It happened all so quickly,
Best of friends to deadly enemies,
In a second.
You see all these friends;
They’re real and friends,
But not my friends.
Not any more.
I have no friends, I’m a loner.
Olivia, age 10
Don’t let anyone tell you
Who you are
Because
The most important thing
In life
Is to be yourself.
Evie, age 11
Blind
My eyes are fixed
On a small blonde girl
Wearing shiny sunglasses
My head’s in a whirl.
She doesn’t seem
To know where to go,
What to do,
Who to tell
She looks really low.
My eyes fill with tears
As her glasses slide away
And reveal her eyes.
They are black and wide
With curly lashes
And Dylan’s crew laugh.
Her glasses are broken
In two, on the floor.
She walks away
Doesn’t care any more.
Now everybody knows
What’s wrong with her
Including me.
She’s blind.
Millie. age 10
Unloved
I sit here in the corner feeling sad.
My heart is hurting
As I hear my parents being mad.
Why are they shouting?
Is it all my fault?
Did i do something wrong?
All i know is that i am unloved,
Could it be any worse,
Is it really this bad?
Why do they shout?
Am i involved?
Does it include me?
All i know is that i am unloved….
Unloved….unloved…..
Hannah, age 12
Growing Up
For we all must fly away,
Leave the place we treasure most,
Become a new person in a new place,
And yet still try to stay the same.
Poppy-Anne, age 13
You
I’ve met hundreds of people,
But none quite so special as you.
I’ve seen countless smiles,
But none of them as beautiful
As yours.
Alex, age 14
Mice
I think mice
are very nice.
Their tails are long,
Their faces small,
They haven’t got any
Chins at all.
Their ears are pink,
Their teeth are white.
They run around
The house at night.
They nibble things
They shouldn’t touch
And no one seems
To like them much.
But I think mice
are very nice.
Aimee, age 11
Sapphire sky
The sky is a battlefield,
A shadow of earlier mist
Attempting to make peace
Between day and night;
Peachy glows at the rim of clouds-
Candyfloss wisps that drift
Across the sky,
A looming cloud of night,
Spreading like an ink drop in water,
Seeping slowly, until soon
The whole sky will be conquered.
Innumerable layered shades of purple,
Indigo
Violet
Mauve and
Lilac
Partnered with an azure blue
So startlingly pure and untarnished,
That it could have been a sapphire
Straight from the jewellers.
Anon, age 11
Hide and Seek.
Walking barefoot
In the grass,
Wind in my face,
Hurts like glass.
Cant see a thing,
Just pitch black,
‘Found you!’ I hear,
And I run back.
Back to the voice.
Starting again.
Megan, age 11
Shhhhhhh
Boom Snap Clap
Buboom snap clap
Snap boom
Snap Clap
Buboom Snap
Shhhhhhh!
Hannah, age 12
Love
Love is a beautiful thing in life,
When you have feelings
For someone you like.
There are lots of different types of love…
There is friendly love, family love,
Sisterly love, brotherly love,
Husband and wife love and many more.
Everyone has some type of love!!
Cassia, age 10
The Gaze
As you gaze at me,
In that way that you do
I begin to tremble.
My knees weaken
As you stroll aimlessly towards me.
I peer into your eyes.
Your soft hazel eyes
With those eyes
You open the window to my heart
You can shatter my soul with that look.
My heart beats only for you.
My eyes search only for your eyes
You leave me breathless.
You are like a poison that drowns me
And sends my world into turmoil.
I am addicted to you.
Everything about you.
But i do not exist in your world.
I am a worthless ball of nothing.
I am always trying to please you.
Can’t you see that?
Are you oblivious?
Can you not sense my feelings?
Life worth living if you are not mine.
I feel like my world is
Being sucked into a vortex
Of emotional strain.
My stomach drops,
My head reels and my heart breaks.
And what do you do?
You stand there and watch, and grin.
Heather, age 13
Rose
My darkest rose, thorns needle sharp,
My chilling scream, high as a harp,
My rolling tears, fallen like dew,
I cannot go on without you
When the end is near, the black out nigh,
We will keep our heads up high,
For love is stronger than truth or lies,
Love is the bond between you and I
Dark clouds heavy blocking my way,
We’ll be reunited together someday,
Whilst the evil possess we will stand strong,
As we know to be together we have to go on
Even if we do not survive,
Each other we’ll hold, dead or alive,
Hopes discarded, hearts ripped in 2,
But I won’t care if I have u!
Brog, age 11
There he stands..
Staring at the sea..
I think of him..
He thinks of me..
I love him..
He hates me..
He doesn’t need me..
But I need him..
Now he’s gone..
Wait for me at the gates.
I know
What you really wanted baby..
Lindsay, age 13
My parents split
But I’m not messed up.
Yes, my family’s strange
And so am I
But we get along just fine
Don’t judge me
By what you see
Cause my parents split
And now they’re good mates
My brother’s autistic
And really clever too.
My sister’s dyslexic
But she wants to write books.
My cousin’s Korean
And he’s ever so cool
My uncle’s rich
And he never shows off
My auntie’s big
And gives great hugs!
So don’t diss me
For being the sister of
‘That weirdo’
Or the cousin of
‘A foreigner’,
Cause that’s just them
And I’m just me
The best person
That I can be!
That I can be!
Anon, age 11
The boy with the smile
There’s a boy i know
who is utterly yummy
And when he smiles
My tummy goes funny
He doesn’t even no my name
But i dont really care
As long as he smiles at me
Then i no he’s there!
Theres only one problem
Unfortunately for me
Someone stands beside him
A girl who hates me
I dont like his girlfriend
But i really like him
So i’ll continue smiling
And he can flash a grin.
Heather, age 13
Friendship….
She is there when I call her
She is there when I need a shoulder to cry on
She is there is enjoy my laughter
She is there to share my tears
She is there when the trouble shoots
She is there to hug my fear
She is there when things are strange
She is there when my heart falls apart
She is there to help me take the path
She is there to show me the right side of things,
She is there to give me advise,
She is there when the my world falls apart,
She is there to cheer my mood
She is there because she is my only and the only one bestest friend.
To Noshin my best friend who is always there for me!
Grishma, age 13
nature…
When I look through the window my heart beats,
the sun is blazing in the blue sky,
the birds are singing in the trees,
the flowers are fighting to show themselves,
the wind is swaying and whispering things amongst itself,
the air is filled with children’s laughter,
the sweet smell of the roses are filling the atmosphere,
Evey one is enjoying the surrounding and forgetting their pain.
Maybe you should enyoy the nature and fight against your weakness!
Grishma, age 13
Eclipse
And the sun shines
and it soars in the sky
While the tears drip
down my face and onto
the floor.
And they smile
and say it’s fine
While I know that
it isn’t okay
at all.
And the sun dips
and glows overhead
While I sit alone
staring out of
my window.
And the moon swerves
and flys above me
While I cry and my
heart sinks down into
my stomach.
And I know that everyone
and no one thinks
it’s okay
While they pretend
I know they’re scared like
I am.
But then the moon covers the sun.
And in that second, in
that eclipse,I know I can start again.
There is a new dawn now. After the eclipse.
Grace, age 13
That girl
That girl
The one the boys all like
Blonde hair
Skinny
Flirty
Pretty
Short skirt
But she has secrets
Dark secret
That nobody knows
And never will
That girl
With the haunted look
That girl
Ciana, age 13
I should of known
Stupid, stupid me
I can’t believe i didn’t see
We’d hold hands but it felt wrong
We’d share a look but not for long
We’d laugh together but just a giggle
I’d cuddle up close but away you wriggle
We’d dance at the disco, but it wasn’t the same
We wouldn’t talk but we played mind-games
I should of known that it wouldn’t last
Your head was in the clouds and mine was in the past
And now your alone, and now i’m alone
I know now that i should of known.
Heather, age 13
Boy behind the scarlet mask!
Boy behind the scarlet mask
wish i knew what you were thinking
boy behind the scarlet mask
i have so much to ask you
boy behind the scarlet mask, i’ll set you flying free!
boy behind the scarlet mask
do please, smile with me!
This is for time to go.
Flora, age 13
The mask
i’m laughing
i’m smiling
i’m pretending to be happy
cant you see
my laugh is fake
my smile is fake
my happiness is fake
if you knew the real me
the sad me
the me who never laughs
the me who never smiles
the quiet me
you would see who i am
but because my happiness is fake
you will never see the real me
so this is my mask
the one i wear
just to keep a secret from anyone
if you saw the real me
im sure you would ask me why
if only you knew the real me
and not the pretend happy bubbly me
thats not me thats my mask
i choose to wear that
just to hide from the real me
the sad depressed unhappy quiet me
Lydia, age 17
Indigo…
She lives showing no emotion,
Hiding half of her life,
Telling nobody.
She finds her true friends,
That care,
Slowly her life turns around,
Gets back to normal (well its never going to be normal)
But suddenly it turns for the worst!
“Help!” she cries into her self,
Never to let anyone know.
Abigail, age 11
My world is like a rainbow,
A rainbow full of love.
i look around and I see,
colour filling the skies above.
a meadow fills the stormy seas,
Filling them with life.
Trees appear on the crowded streets,
Sucking away the pollution.
This is what i dream about,
Why can’t real life be as good?
Chelsie, age 12
That Girl
that girl,
she always smiles,
she’s nice to everyone,
I know she’s being nice,
but I just wish she’d show emotion,
a peep of depression,
a shimmer of a tear,
I know she’s crying deep down,
pouring out her tears,
not letting anyone know,
in case they think she’s weird
Emma, age 12
Lady in Red Velvet
That lady who wears the velvet,She wears it red
A streak comes across her face, her pale face,
The streak of life, lightens the ones who watch her,
Watch her move,
She dances in the light of the stars,
We watch in awe
as she dances
Lady in Red Velvet
Olivia, age 10
You stand there
No need to tell me
I already know
Break the news
Break my heart.
Just say your peace and go.
Leave it lying there
Torn apart
Shattered
Broken
Porcelain heart.
I already know what your going to say
Just break the news
Break the news
Break the news and run away.
I can tell
I can tell
That you don’t know where to start
But I’ll be left
I’ll be left
To pick up the pieces
Of my broken heart.
Anon, age 11
eye
heart
question
mark
Anon, age 13
Cat
Dare Devil,
Rockin’ Rebel,
Mountain Climber,
Eye Shiner,
Flirty Curls,
School for Girls,
Chocolate Kisser,
Mouse-Misser,
Boyfriend Blues,
Pretty Shoes,
Kitty Dress,
Set to Impress,
Halloween Bat,
Lucky Cat.
Yale, age 10
Drugged.
Your beautiful eyes cause my knees to tremble,
At the sound of your voice my throat dries,
And just the sound of your voice, makes my head spin.
When you laugh I’m on a high,
Drifting in and out of dreams and hallucinations,
You’re more intoxicating than any drink or drug,
And like every addict I can’t shake off the feelings you give me,
So I always come crawling back for more,
But like with every high comes a low,
When you’ve disappeared I’m left as just a washed out teenager,
Depressed, always wanting more,
Not being able to shake off the cravings for you.
Alex, age 14
Friendship!
Our friendship is strong.
Friendship is number 1.
We may have a fight.
Which only lasts an hour.
We laugh.
We sing.
We always have each others back.
Even if we are far away.
We always know what to say.
Our friendship is strong.
Our friendship is number 1!
Eimear, age 11
Hard to get
What’s he playing at?
This infamous game
Of hard to get
It’s driving me insane.
As soon I told all,
Something about him changed.
Wouldn’t answer my calls,
He’s just not the same.
Used to be
When we got talking
The conversation really flowed
Like the rushing
Of the Niagara Falls.
Now it trickles to a halt
Like the dripping of a tap.
One moment
He flirts to impress,
Then he stops and his voice goes flat.
He’s so hard to get
I just don’t understand
Why he shies away now
Whenever I hold his hand.
Used to be
We felt a special connection
A tingle in my toes.
Now that’s all gone and left me
I don’t know
How this game goes.
If somehow I could let him know
He doesn’t need the pomp and show.
He doesn’t need to hide away
To make me want him more
If he wants me to stay
I’ll be here for ever more.
I don’t want
To fuss and pet
I just want
To forget
This infamous game
Of hard to get.
Anon, age 11
Mouse
My tragic past
Hidden in boxes
In my head
Not forgiven but forgotten
Till an incident
I met a girl
More beautiful
than any trinket.
Within each tender touch
My heart skips a beat
Whenever we kiss
My nerves go crazy
When I met her
My tragic past
Is now a memory
Mouse Loves Cat. Forever.
Kirsty, age 14
Why don’t u care?
I sit alone, on the stairs,
Listening to your anger flares,
Watching your empty cans clatter to the floor,
Crying as you slam the door,
I run to my brother, look at his face,
It’s sets my heart to a racing pace,
I weep all over him, cursing my dad,
Why does he treat us bad?
I hate him, he’s killing us,
Arn’t dads someone u trust?
Why don’t you care, about us lot?
Will you just leave us here to rot?
Covered in blood, soaked in tears,
Thanks dad, cheers.
Heather, age 13
Mum
Filled with love
And a broken heart
The tears echo
Around the lonely house.
Happy she’s gone
Dad wanders on
Around a lonely house.
What could she do?
She couldn’t stay
And continue to let him
Drive her love away.
Its better like it is
She thinks.
But her love will never change
In a hundred years
Locked up in the old cold house
Lonely and strange.
Yes she loves him
With all her heart
And soul.
And yes without him
She’ll never be whole.
There’ll be the good times
The bad ones too
With the kids she can hug
And kiss
And love.
But there will always be a place
In her heart
For someone who drove her love away
And that is why she couldn’t stay.
Everyone this tale is true
Dad drove her away
And she said ‘I love you’.
Anon, age 11
There is no rhyme or reason
To many things we do
There is an explanation
But often its untrue.
And sometimes its the dark times
That make us see the light.
A dark face stands out clearly
Amongst so many white.
Why do I feel trapped inside
A person that’s not me?
I couldn’t bear to leave you
I just want to be free…
I’m sure that there’s a reason
It doesn’t have to rhyme.
The song I sing is speaking
To you long after my time.
I’m sure that there’s a reason
To many things we do
But the simple explanation
Is deep down I love you.
Anon, age 11
Smiles
She always smiles,
She’s always there,
not just for me,
for you too.
That’s the problem see,
She always puts you first
I wish she smiled at me more,
and not at you,
I wish she didn’t like you more,
I wish she liked me too.
Am I being nasty?
I’m sorry, I really am,
but I can’t help it see,
It’s who, I am.
Emma, age 12
Memories & Hate
I remember when I knew,
Who I was,
and what to do,
Now it’s changed,
I never smile,
I messed up,
and it’ll be a while,
I’m not okay,
no I’m not fine,
but I don’t tell you that,
I don’t know why,
Somehow it’s bad,
I lost control,
went mad,
It might be my fault,
I don’t think it’s yours,
but somehow,
someone’s feelings get hurt.
It’s normally me,
but I said something,
I didn’t mean it,
not really,
but someone told you,
and you hate me now,
I wish it was better,
I wish I was nice,
I wish I hadn’t screwed up,
or got into a fight.
I’m sorry.
Can you forgive me?
I’m broken,
I just need time.
Help me.
Pull me out,
rescue me,
I know you can.
Both of you,
you make me smile,
both of you,
you keep me sane,
I wish I could do the same for you,
I wish it wasn’t so hard to do.
Emma, age 12
Four years in the future
Four years in the future,
She wanders the street
Rain in her eyes
And boots on her feet.
Nowhere is open
Nowhere to stay
Only the memories
Fading away.
It’s cold and dark
As she sits on a wall
Jeans soaked with water
The tears start to fall.
Once she had friends
And parents, a home
But she got thrown out
So she had to roam.
Four years in the past now
In a small London flat
Scarlett was happy
Now who’d have thought that?
Twelve years old
With brilliant friends
Her only worry
Was getting split ends.
On her sixteenth birthday
Her mother went mad,
She blamed her daughter
For being so bad.
She turned everybody
Against her own child,
She told her to leave
And go and run wild.
With no one to care
She’s now all alone
Her only possessions
Her clothes and a phone.
Lost, and blinded
By the falling rain
She doesn’t feel
The sharp, rushing pain.
In just a few hours,
She stumbles along
Clutching a bundle
And singing a song.
There’s now a hotel
With doors open wide
Who’ll let in a teenager
Clutching a child
Rachel, age 13
Friends
Before I thought we were alright,
Way before we had a fight,
By we I mean my friends,
Well we were and then our friendship ends,
I feel upset every day,
I miss them all in every way,
I will wait a while but not too long,
After all I could sing a song,
The song would be about the good times we had,
Think good things and not the bad,
I have other friends so I am now glad
Stephanie, age 10
CAT AND MOUSE
A squeak, a purrrrr,
A sniff, a grrrrr,
A cat, a mouse,
A run-down house.
A friendship,
A secret,
Lies,
Cries,
Danger,
A bully,
Drugs,
Alcohol,
What more???
Cat and Mouse,
A strange friendship,
A strange bond and yet all lies.
An age, a parent, a dead friendship but a forgotten love.
You, me, A cat, A mouse.
A squeak and a purrrrrrrrrrrrrr, a sniffle and a grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! A happiness. Cat and Mouse.
Hannah, age 12
Fear
I walk along the empty path,
The moonlight giuding me,
the trees whispering in the wind,
their shadows cast over me like monsters,
my heart hammers,
but my foot steps don’t falter,
i gasp for breath,
keep looking ahead,
into the unknow,
the silence presses in on my ears,
i keep going,
not looking back,
i hear a noise,
probably just a bird,
i look back to check,
my mouth goes dry,
my eyes widen,
i freeze,
i scream.
Emma, age 13
my inspiration box
I will put in the box
the excitement of my birthday
A balmy autumn evening
hot chocolate on a stormy night
I will put in the box
laughter and fun had with friends
A ride on the back of a silver white unicorn
yummy picnics on the beach
I will put in the box
the energetic of rock n roll
the peaceful wonder of spier wine estate
sitting high on dads shoulders
My box is covered
with the softest velvet moss
with jewel encrusted golden sides
and cozy comfort in the corners
it’s kept together with love
Skye, age 12
Excuse me…
Who are you calling
Geek
Freak
Retard
Goth
Punk
Emo
Nerd
Four-eyes
Teacher’s pet
Chav
Fatso
Skinny
Beanpole
Midget
Spotty
Smelly
Fairy
Dweeb
Know-it-all
Lardbar
Dork
Sissy
Wimp
Spaz
Scuz
Show-off
Birdbrain
Moron
Numbskull
Loser
Excuse me,
But I think you’ve Forgotten
My name…
Anon, age 11
Cathy Cassidy is just the best
She really does out do all the rest
Her books are so amazing
I cant even say
They get me by day be day
So Thank you for being you
and all the fab things you do!
Beth S
How?
How do they brush it off?
How don’t they even care?
How is it that some people
Don’t listen to the people who compare?
They stride on, act big
Sticks and stones
They always say.
How do they cope with it
Every day?
I cant.
But I bet deep inside
They all know too
This is just false pretence.
They’re lying to themselves
Their method of self defence.
When it happens to me, I’m hurt.
But as they try and chip away at my soul,
I build it up and make it strong
To face another day
Instead of locking it away
And hiding behind goth clothes
The emos arriving in their droves.
The only real goth I know is sweet and kind and cries to sleep some nights.
And laughs and smiles and gets a few frights.
Just like every other human being.
Who is proud to be themselves.
I bet all the others
With black eyeliner
And spiky high-heeled boots
Are only doing it to impress
Cause they don’t want to show their roots.
One day
Someone will open the locked box
To their hearts
And they will have nothing
Just broken false pretence
Their broken method of defence.
Anon, age 11
The world is crumbling beneath my feet
Can’t move, can’t breath
See it, watch it fall down to the ground
Can’t stop it, can’t leave it, can’t wait till its gone
Standing there all alone, i cry for my life, family and home
My world has crumbled beneath my feet
Time to leave
To start a new
Bilan, age 13
Barefoot
I lost my shoes
Somewhere in the field.
I lost my sister
Somewhere in a dark, spooky forest.
I lost my dignity
Somewhere on a jet boat ride.
I lost my favourite pen
Somewhere on a windswept ocean.
I lost my sanity
Somewhere in high school.
I lost my way
When I hit rock bottom.
But then I found it again.
I found it, walking barefoot
Down this dusty country lane,
With a mindful of words,
A heartful of hope,
And a pocketful of
Stardusted dreams…
Beth, age 13
What Happened
Slam the door,
She can’t take it anymore,
Runs to the bathroom and cuts herself,
She starts to bleed,
And help is what she needs,
Sheltered herself from social life,
Carries around a pocket knife,
Dyed her hair black
Now there’s no going back,
The red highlights in her hair
Gave the warning a special flare,
Slowly her vision starts to fade,
She sees a bright white light,
And she faints,
Uncovers her social life,
Throws away her pocket knife,
To start out fresh to start out new,
A brand new you.
Ceri, age 11
Cathy
c-camper
a-award
t-teacher
h-hilarious
y-you
c-competitions
a-amazing
s-stories
s-scarlett
i-indigo blue
d-driftwood
y- y not?
Molly, age 12
Red Lace Dress
The girl in red
She didnt have a name
And didnt play games
But there was this gang
Who always gave people a BANG
And they chose this girl especially.
They slapped her face
And ripped her lace
And covered her legs in black & blue marks.
The girl in red
Is now dead.
I regret it for sure
Because now i’m in jail
No-one will bail.
The girl in red lace,
I will remember her..
I was the one who stabbed her.
Olivia, age 14
Scarlett
A girl misunderstood
A soul torn in two
Her dad moved away
When she thought her life
Was perfect
Many different schools,
Expelled from all.
Mums had enough
She made up her mind
To send her to Ireland
To live with her dad
Even though it
Was a promise
Never to do it
It is the only way
To get her away
Out of the airport
In her dads car
The smell of old life
Comes back to her
The smell of happy
Cherished life
Its been a few weeks
And she calls her mum
Almost every day
With the mobile phone
As a last minute present
From her mum
But no answer comes
For the first few days
In her new life
She feels lonely
And angry
At what her mum has done
A soul torn in two
A misunderstood girl
But what happens next
You will have to wait
And see .......
Michaela, age 12
Books…
Dizzy’s mum forgot her,
Indie’s world fell apart,
Hannah stroked Krustys fur,
Scarlett made a fresh start,
Judes life is flexed,
Mouse fell for Cat,
But what will happen next?..
Ellie, age 12
Lily
lily sat all alone
she knew she had no home
she had a mum
she had a dad
but she couldn’t find them
so, so sad.
she’d got lost on a sunday morn
In a pram having just been born
she was lost 8 years till found
on an ant hill, a muddy mound
she kissed her dad
she kissed her mum
then set off home
In the light of the sun…
Kiera, age 10
Driftwood
I feel like a piece of driftwood
Floating in the sea
On the shore where I land
Everybody sees me
Yet nobody understands
I am a piece of Driftwood
Floating on the sea and
Lying on the sand
Michaela, age 12
Faerie Thieves
Human children soundly sleep
As closer still the faeries creep
Soundlessly they drift along
Whispering their eerie song.
Smilingly they flutter on
Darkness where the moon had shone
Drinking dreams from each child’s mind
The faeries leave nightmares behind.
Finally before it’s day
They steal the children’s souls away
The empty shells wither and die
And in their places changelings lie.
Rachel, age 13
My heart flutters
When I hear your name,
But to you our love
Seems like a game,
You say you love me
You say you care,
But when my heart is full
Yours is bare,
My heart explodes
At your tender touch,
But when we kiss
It seems too much,
Id love to say your love is true,
You just dont know how I love you,
I know it will hurt to let you go,
But you dont love me
Even though I love you so.
Lauren, age 13
Snow
The winter night, cold and harsh,
Soft snow settling on the grass,
Smowball fights and messy hair,
All from a game of truth or dare.
Snowmen, snowwomen and snowballs,
They crumble, then crush, then they fall,
The garden, cold, and frozen still,
The winter air still full of chills.
Warm hot-chocolate, a biscuit or two,
If you’re cold I’ll share it with you,
But the day’s over, and I must rest,
For another day, ‘kuz snow’s the best!
Lauren, age 11
Paint
Dip it in your ink well
To paint out a story you want to tell.
Swoosh it across the page
Telling of the important age.
Dip and twirl the pen.
What are you painting? A hen? A wren?
What ever it is, you have a story to tell
Of sorrow, of hope.
Frame it.
A moment.
Frozen.
Yours to keep.
Lilli, age 10
Rollerskates
Boy and girl
Its not what you think
hand in hand
on the roller rink
he is falling over
she is standing straight
They are not ‘together’
they are just good mates
She has a secret
that she could never tell
she has loved him forever
but she wont come out of her shell
Because he dosent see her
as more than a mate
she is just the tomboy
who climbs trees and rollerskates
Daisy, age 12
I sit down all all alone,
Eyes like iron, heart like stone,
My eyes wander and begin to roam.
I’m meant to be safe here,
but all I want is to go home,
Home to yelling
But yes it’s true
All I want is to go home to you,
You who hurt me with your ugly words,
You who harmed such harmless birds.
But hey I have something to tell,
My something to tell is that
I hope you burn in Hell.
Esme, age 12
My Romeo
Romeo and Juliet,
Such a great play,
Of a tragic love,
Oh, the words that they say!
So sweet and so meaningful,
Amazing it seems,
Hundreds of years ago,
As now we girls still dream.
I wanna find my own Romeo,
The guy who’d die for me,
And not let no one know,
A love that’s so free!
It must be true!
That if we wait a while,
He’ll come outta the blue…
He’s my own Romeo,
And I’m his Juliet
I’m looking for Romeo,
It’s wrong yet so right,
That we’d be together,
All day and night.
But then comes the tragic part –
A fake death so they may live happily,
But Romeo isn’t told,
Oh, what a tragedy…
Ella, age 13
Friendship…
Of all the friends I’ve ever met,
You’re the one I won’t forget.
And if I die Before you do I’ll go to heaven
And wait for you
I’ll give the angels
Back their wings
And risk the loss Of everything
Just to prove
My friendship is true
I’m thankful to have
Friends like you!
Amina. age 13
Messages
Soft white snow blankets
your feet with a gritty feeling.
The breeze blankets you
with a sweet and salty taste.
The ocean hugs the shore.
The ocean pushes
a snake like message on shore.
Only the ocean knows the secrets
of the seaweed messages,
but somehow you understand,
it says “reach for the stars,
be yourself,
let no others opinions affect you,
you are you”.
Maddie, age 12
LOSING
I enter in my stories
For competitions every time
But I haven’t won at all yet
Is is cause they do not rhyme?
The anger and the jealousy
I feel as I do see
The smugly smirking winners
Who always downstage me.
Someone’s always better
Why can’t I feel good for now?
But when I see the list of winners
I grit my teeth and wonder, ‘how’?
Rachel, age 13
The person who wrote this poem,
Is as strong as can be,
As thin as a piece of paper,
And as tall as a tree!
As funny as a clown,
and as quick as a flick,
As cheeky as a monkey,
and as hurtful as a kick!
The person who wrote this poem,
Is as hard as stone,
As clever as a calculator,
And as moany as a moan!
As noisy as a trumpet,
And as oval as an egg,
Hey, dont look at me,
Its what the poem said!!!
Asimah, age 13
Listen to your Heart
Although I can’t see her,
Watching over me,
She says that she’s there,
And can see who I’m going to be.
I wish she was here,
I wish I could see her,
If only she’d come back,
We could be the way we were.
I can still talk to her,
In my heart,
We’ve always been close,
Right from the start.
So if you’re missing someone,
Then be quiet and listen out,
For your heart will give the answers,
So don’t yell or shout,
Because you won’t hear the message,
The key ingredient to happiness.
Olivia, age 12
THE GIRL NEXT DOOR
i saw a girl, few days ago
she was sad,she didn’t mention though
she was the girl who lived next door…......
her eyes glittered when she cried
when i asked something she didnt tell me why.
she was the person i was searching for
i asked her who she was
then suddenly i found out a sparkle at my eyes
what was that i wonder till now
when i opened my eyes i found out that
it was no one but myself wandering around
Ishman, age 12
My friend
you see
there will always be you and me
you will care
when no one eles was there
you will wipe my tears
and take away the fears
i know you will do this
because you are like a sis
My friend
Rebecca, age 12
Why?
“Why are you so sad all the time?”
“Why do you never have friends over any more?”
“Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong?”
“Why are you so moody all the time?”
“Why are you always late for school?”
“Why do you keep snapping at us all the time?”
“I thought we were friends…
How come you never spend time with us any more?”
“You’ve changed. We don’t like you anymore.
Find some other friends.
Before we go, one more question. WHY?”
I could ask the same of you.
You have the perfect life.
You worry about spots and boys.
Your parents understand.
You have parents.
You both know my dad died.
You try to cheer me up,
But did you ever think that maybe
I wanted to be left alone?
And you moan that I’ve changed my image
To match my mood…
Black.
You tease me, say i’m a goth,
But if the way i look bothers you,
You’re not worth bieng friends with.
You tried to understand,
But you never will,
You just have it all.
Before you go, one question.
Why?
Black Mood, age 11
Friendship is…
A rollercoaster ride full of turns,
A bag of rewards you have to earn,
A never ending holiday in the sun,
But most importantly it’s fun!
It may be tough but it’s worth the tears,
When you share your secrets, jokes, and fears,
It’s a summer meadow selling sweet,
If its with the best people you’ll ever meet!
Friendship is all about being there,
And letting your friends know you care,
It makes you smile and laugh and cry,
And never want to say ‘goodbye’.
Zoe, age 12
Friendship
Friendship is…
More than gold and silver.
Friendship is…
More than diamonds.
Frindship is more than anything!
Agnes, age 9
life
life is a understatement
of every kind
sometimes i want
to press rewind
I would rather be alone
and on my own,
than follow the crowd
and be the same.
the bullies will see
one day i will have my way.
Rebecca, age 12
Screams in the Dark
Pacing like a blind tiger
Back and forth before the silver bars
Trapped like a bird in a cage
She beats her fists against the wall
And screams in the dark.
Glittering eyes gaze into hers
Like mocking jewels in the shadows
She begs for mercy and freedom
But the eyes in the face turn away
So she screams in the dark.
Suddenly there is a voice
And her sorrowed heart skips a beat
She clings to the stranger
Until she suddenly realises,
And screams in the dark.
Eyes tightly shut now
She tries to believe she’s somewhere else
And as the stranger takes his time
She drags her nails down his arms
And screams in the dark.
Broken, sensitive, unpure
But not forgotten- for there is a light
And someone she knows sets her free
She turns on her captor with unhidden rage…
And he screams in the dark.
Rachel, age 13
Joe
Walking home from school,
Beside my best mate Joe,
Like always.
There’s something he doesn’t know.
And when we reach the gate,
We say goodbye, walk away.
I’m never brave enough to do it.
In my head it replays,
Like in all the movies.
“Bye…” he’ll say,
As if he hates to see me leave.
“Bye…” I say, and as he walks away,
I’ll feel his eyes watching,
Longing for me to turn round.
Then I will.
“Oh, one more thing..”
I’ll slip a candy love heart in his hand,
And i’ll kiss him,
And it will be perfect…
Too late now.
My boyfriend Joe
Will have to wait another day to exist.
For now, It’s my best friend Joe,
Talking about his latest girlfriend.
And i know all i will get is
A candy love heart in my locker,
A blue circle, saying ‘best buddy’.
I’ll know who it’s from, like always.
Doesn’t he deserve to know the truth?
I want more than a best mate Joe….
Anon, age 11
Cathy
Creative
Artist
Talented
Hip
You are the best
Chocoholic
Amazing
Super
Suprising
Inspiring
Driftwood
You are great
Eloise & Olivia, age 10
Dizzy
the wind blows on my skin
as i swirl round and round.
the wind whooshing past me
is the only sound.
i fall to the ground
i am so dizzy
as the wind dies away
and leaves my hair frizzy.
i long for some one to hold
and for someone to care
but at this moment,
there is no one there.
Natasha, age 10
Perfect
You talk so much you just become noise,
But I wanna hear the sound of your voice,
You make me do things I’m scared to do,
But I feel no fear when I’m with you ,
You don’t always listen to what I say,
But you understand me in some way,
You always talk about cars and football,
But I know you do it to try and look cool,
You make fun of the things I do,
But it just reminds me I’m special to you,
You don’t get along with my friends,
But I’ll stick by you till the end,
Your not perfect,
But your perfect for me.
Zoe, age 13
Friend?
My friends are great…
But one’s full of hate,
She pulled my hair,
And she didn’t care,
So a tip for all you girls,
If someone pulls your curls,
Tell the nearest adult,
Before she makes you join her cult.
Evie, age 11
birthdays
another birthday has come and gone.
yet no one seemed to care,
no cake no candles,
no balloons or prezzies.
it’s like i dont exist.
turning 1 year older
used to seem like a big deal
but now its just another day,
of school, homework and spelling tests,
no one even says hello.
birthdays, they used to be the thing
i looked forward to for months on end
but i guess i’m not to care.
Kirsty, age 12
girl of shadow
black clothes
black make up
black heart?
stereotypical broken hearts,
broken dreams, broken souls.
i’m living as the “shadow girl”
behind the scences
waiting to enter onto that stage,
but not yet.
if all the worlds a stage
then there is no escape,
i’ll play my part one day
in a show where the people
are less judgemental
and there are more parts
for people like me.
Kirsty, age 12
In my imagination…
In my imagination,
Everything is right.
I keep it in during the day,
And let it out at night.
People think I’m crazy,
But I don’t really care.
Coz back in my own world,
Everything is fair.
There’s no one to annoy me,
Here I’m my own girl!
It’s a land of daydreams,
In my special world…
Ella, age 13
He
He grins at me,
I grin back,
But confidence,
Is what I lack.
There’s no way,
I can be fine,
If he isn’t,
Only mine.
My friends keep saying,
We know he likes you…
But I always reply,
Bet you do!
He’ll never love me,
That’s for sure,
But for a broken heart,
There’s only one cure…
ICE CREAM!!!
Ella, age 13
Community means strength
That joins our strength,
To do the work that needs to be done.
Arms to hold us when we falter.
A circle of healing.
A circle of friends.
Someplace where we can be free.
Sarah, age 11
i love the way
you’re always there’
ready to care.
you’ll stand over me,
and i never like seeing you
out of my sight…
Caoimhe, age 13
I love…
summer days,
blue skies that are so bright
you have to squint.
books, the type that make
the world seem brighter
and change the way you think.
smiles, friend’s, family, crush’s
or even a stranger’s can be the best kind.
a hot cup of tea,
that makes all your worries
and problems melt away.
my best friend,
who can make me giggle
and laugh like no one else can.
music, the type you can sing along to
or suits what mood you’re in.
the beach, sand between your toes
and the salty tang up your nose.
sweet dreams,
that make you sigh
and smile when you wake up.
Anon, age 14
Me
eyes like jade stones
framed by black spiders
a cute speckled nose
and grinning lips
pale whitish teeth
plump pink cheeks
invisible eyebrows
thats me.
Daisy Cross, age 12
Cathy
Cathy you’re great,
I like you.
Your books are great for me,
And you inspire me, too!
Olivia, age 10
Bullied
It hurts when they point and stare,
But I pout my lips like I don’t even care,
It when the whole class get involved,
It hurts when all of those people
You thought were friends,
Tell the secrets you told them,
And it hurts when they try to sabotage
Every friendship,
Until eventually,
You have no one left..
And it hurts when you know
You are as good as them,
But all those shallow people can’t see it,
And I feel sorry for them.
I try to laugh in their faces,
But I know they will hurt me,
Physically,
Again..
It’s happening to me now,
But luckily I have people who believe me.
Because they know what it is like.
(If you have been bullied, or have any tips on how to deal with it..
Please write a poem explaining. It helps…)
Nancii, age 13
Sad and lonely,
But only you can choose
To be that way.
It had been a year
Since i moved from sydney.
My brother didn’t move with us.
I was overweight and it was
A big effort to smile.
I was worried about my bro.
And then one day he came back!
Then i realised i had a friend
Who cared, who would listen, understand.
I also realised i was feeling sorry for myself,
And that its not what you dont have,
It’s what you do have…
And you are the only one
That can make yourself feel lonley and sad.
Zarah, age 13
Eerie
The leaves underneath rustled madly,
Dress very pretty, but very faddy,
She ran along the moonlit fields,
Like a silent figure in my dreams
She ran and ran across the river,
Her bat black hair flying hither and thither,
Her snow white robe torn and muddy,
She ran across the shop called ‘MELODY’
The whistle of a eerie flute,
Was heard among ‘The Firies Tooth’,
She ran in his arms, crying wildly,
And gave a bloodcurdling scream so loudly,
And then the sky was covered with bats,
They turned into vampires, just like that,
Hand in hand, by the ‘Fishermen’s Dove’
They flew to the eerie ‘Vampire Cove’.
Sama, age 12
Be Yourself
Be who you want to be
A prep,
A nerd,
An emo.
It doesnt matter what you look like,
It’s who you want to be.
Be yourself
Because this is a message
To all you girls out there:
Dont follow your nose,
Follow your heart.
Megan, age 11
Cats and dogs are animals,
But can you see,
A ghost is a person,
A life they had,
They were just like you,
Flesh and blood,
Walking streets,
Though now you think
They roam your brain with fear,
They were humans,
Now,
Now they are dead humans,
Wait for them,
A friend they need,
A ghostly friend.
Emma, age 9
I love Kane.
He can be a pain,
He’s quite insane
But I love Kane.
(Although I shouldn’t say that too loud
Because he doesn’t actually know yet.
And never will, hopefully.)
Lauren, age 15
Normal
“Why can’t you be normal?”
They jeer and point.
Whispers shadow our thoughts,
Blocking out individuality,
Until we become
Robots
All looking
And thinking
And dressing
The same.
“Why can’t you be normal?”
They wonder and laugh
But what is normal?
What is cool?
What is “in”?
Because all I see
Is different,
Special, unique
All I see is you.
“Why can’t you be normal?”
Probably because
There is no “normal” in me.
Bernice, age 12
I love my mates,
They love me.
We hate haters…
They make me “blee!”
Ami, age 12
Life
Do you know how my life feels?
I dread school all the time
I am always bullied,
I just don’t understand it
I should be popular
I never cheated or misbehaved.
Home isn’t any better
I live in a hell hole, a dump,
My parents are both drunk
and my brother is ill
I am often hungry.
Now you know how my life is
Please notice that this is no poem
It’s a cry for help!
Please rescue me…
Please,please,please…
Olivia, age 10
dogs
i love dogs…
they’re great company
i love dogs!
Karl, age 11
Happiness
What is happiness?
Has anyone ever felt it before?
What is happiness?
If not sorrow
What is happiness?
I never seen it
Do have to seek it?
Do you earn it?
What is happiness?
What is happiness?
What is happiness?...
Olivia, age 10
Misunderstood
I’m different, I know that,
It’s what I’ll always be,
I feel like I’m all alone,
When surrounded by a sea,
Of people laughing, pointing…
Looking right at me.
They question why I do things,
They wonder why I laugh,
“That so isn’t funny!”
And then they smirk behind my back.
They smile when I get angry,
They ignore me when I grin,
The colour’s running from my cheeks…
They always seem to win.
No one really gets me,
They don’t really see me there,
Standing in the corner,
Fiddling with my hair.
I wallow in self-pity,
I wallow and I wait,
For the coming of tomorrow,
The coming of my fate.
I’ve had friends,
I’m not a loner,
But they don’t really understand,
How I’m feeling, what I’m feeling,
Why my knees wobble when I stand.
I try to be like them,
But I know I’ll never be,
I will always be misunderstood,
Until I am set free.
Ella, age 11
dont blush too much
when u see the one u love
cause love is really nothing
wrapped up with a big bow.
finally when he starts to hate u
thats always when u see
ure chasing after a no good loser.
dont make the same mistake i did…
Katelyn, age 11
Ships
Friendship is love
Love is beautiful
Love your friend
It is your duty
There are big ships,
And small ships
But the biggest ship
Is FRIENDSHIP…
Hafsat, age 12
The Urban Garden
A single Green leaf
Within a jungle of grey
The fake, concrete garden.
Chloe, age 14
Fear
I can feel the icy breath
Hear the rasping, heavy breathing
But all I can see
Is a shadow, heavy, dark, old.
It’s death.
Have mercy.
I called you here…
Go away.
Zoe, age 11
Me
Who am I?
I don’t know
Just a bag of skin
On which
To hang my clothes
At school I do my best
I have fun, chat and all the rest
At home I am quiet
Shut my self in my room
And look out my window
At the sun, stars and moon.
But the one time I am truly myself
Is when I’m with my best friend
With my BFFL
For she lets me be myself
And what is more
She don’t criticize
Or pick at me
And that’s what friends are for.
Holly, age 12
CATHY
Cool
Amazing
Terrific
Happy
Yummy for ice cream
Crazy
A legend
Super
Smashing
Intelligent
Dead funny
Your fav author !!
India, age 10
CATHY…
C…creative
A…artistic
T…talented
H…hip
Y…you’re great
C…colourful
A…awesome
S…sooooo cool
S…sooooo
I…interesting
D…daydreamer
Y…yay cathy!!!!!!!
Eilish & Ciara, age 12
Stereotypes
People who say that blondes are dumb,
Need to get it right.
I’m top of my class,
And now that you ask,
I’ve been blonde my entire life!
Anna, age 12
My Angel
when i look at the stars,
i see your smile,
spread out across the sky,
for mile after mile,
when i look at the rain,
i see all your tears,
falling either side of me,
stopping all my fears,
when i look at the sun,
i see your shining eyes,
giving out warmth and love,
without any disguise,
i often want to hold your hand,
but deep down i understand,
that while your not here for me to see,
you’re always watching over me.
Zoe, age 12
Indigo
A rotting kitchen
A real wet bed
Horrible smell
Babys crying
Deaf neighbour
Why did mum drag me into this?
Since we left, life’s been a mess.
Jo’s gone off with Aishia.
Mum’s gone off the wall.
Misti’s crying.
Me?
I’m Indigo, the forgotten one.
The one no one seems to care about
When they dragged me into this mess!
Kirsty, age 12
Remembrance day.
Fighting in the mud,
Soldiers falling down,
Shouting and screaming surrounds me,
This is not what I wanted to be.
I think of my wife and my children,
Everything I have back home…
Then it hit me, the cold silver bullet
Right in my chest, I tried my best!
I lie in a field that symbolises the blood.
In Flanders field the poppies blow
Between the crosses, Row on Row.
Emily, age 10
Madness
Once a king lived in a kingdom,
Enchanted by men of great wisdom.
The king was kind and never bad
And then one day he turned stark mad!
He thought his kingdom was a bore -
The children wanted more!
They didn’t smile or jump with glee,
This is how the king wanted it to be.
He’d make his land fun but didn’t know how,
“A theme park would make em’ shout ‘wow’!”
He built a sweet shop, with sugared walls:
Never-ending liquorice and gum balls,
Cola fountains and tasty French fries,
They said they didn’t like it
But that was just lies…
One sunny day the king was blue,
His advisors cried, “What’s happened to you?”
The king wanted the children to be pleased,
He tried so hard and only felt teased.
“Maybe I’ll give my kingdom to them
And maybe even my magic gem!
Yes, that’ll please them – they shall be glad.
Remember my friends, I am NOT stark mad!”
Tasnim, age 13
Leaving
You said the words “I’m moving”
Thats what started it off.
I bought a present –
Your fave colour -
But you’d gone, leaving me here.
How I wish I told you things –
Even though there was nothing to say,
Just hearing your voice
Would be good.
Now i’ve said my stuff,
I have two words for you.
Bye bye.
Lauren, age 11
ECHO
She crouches low where no-one can see
Around her neck a silver key
Black lace dress clinging to her frame
She’s run away and it’s not a game.
Why should she stay?
The world doesn’t care
Better hide away
In her own little lair
Her short dark hair looks jaggedly cut
Her fingertips are black with soot
No place for a goth any place but here
In this tiny room where she can’t feel fear.
Why should she stay?
The world doesn’t care
Better hide away
In her own little lair
Echo’s life is torn apart
It feels like a knife is in her heart
She’s left the evil ones who taunt
So she’s here in her secret haunt.
Why should she stay?
The world doesn’t care
Better hide away
In her own little lair
Wistful dreams drift in her mind
Where everyone is calm and kind
She’s lonely still without a hope
At least down here Echo can cope.
Why should she stay?
The world doesn’t care
Better hide away
In her own little lair
Maybe soon someone will come
Drag her back to drunken Mum
Echo weeps, she feels so bad-
She can’t go back to abusive Dad.
Rachel, age 13
The Girl
She’s the new girl
At our school.
I can tell by the look on her face
She’s lonely.
The other girls laugh and tease her.
She’s got no one to stand up for her,
No one to talk to,
No one who she can call a friend.
It’s horrible, the way those bullies
Torment her, make her life a misery.
It’s not fair.
She shouldn’t have to put up with this.
She shouldn’t have to suffer.
I know how she feels.
You can tell.
She feels sad.
Hurt.
Alone.
The day we heard about what happened,
About what she did to herself
We couldn’t believe it.
Because of a few insensitive bullies,
We would never see the girl again.
Amy, age 12
A Scary Encounter
The moon lights up a starry sky.
Three shadowy figures pass by.
Looking out of my window, I can see
One of the figures pointing at me!
I listen carefully and hear a groan,
A cackle, a howl and an eerie moan.
I run out of my room and rush down the stairs.
I fling open the door but no one is there…
Then I spot the figures three.
I hide, hoping they haven’t seen me.
One of them places an object on the ground.
I gasp as another one turns around.
I want to scream; I want to shout,
As I realise what these people are all about.
They’re witches casting a wicked spell.
I know for sure; I can clearly tell.
The witches stand by the cauldron black.
They look like monsters waiting to attack.
“Eye of newt and smooth snake skin.”
I watch as these are dropped in.
“Feather from a phoenix and a dragon’s flame.
Unicorn horn and the great Aslan’s mane.
Butterfly wings and the croaking of a frog.
The growl of a tiger and the barking of a dog.”
“A child’s shadow and a ray from the sun.
Once drunken, this spell can never be undone.
I quickly dart back to the door of my house.
I do it silently, quiet as a mouse.
I feel as if I’m going mad.
I go into the kitchen and grab my dad.
“I really need you to come with me.
There’s something outside I want you to see.”
I drag my father through the door.
“For heaven’s sake, I’m waiting for a call.
Whatever you saw, I don’t really care.”
Frustrated, I point- to something that isn’t there.
Back inside, father says, “Funny joke.”
“But it’s not!” I protes. I hear a croak.
Where father was, a frog I see.
I groan as see his half drunk tea.
I listen carefully and hear a groan,
A cackle, a howl and an eerie moan.
“You’ve been prying into secrets unknown.
At last our revenge has been clearly shown.”
Amy, age 12
Best Friends Forever
Yes thats what i thought
Stupidly
Best friends aren’t
Friends if they argue
All the time
Or send each other hate mail
Or hate each others friends
Act jealous instead of happy
Or care what anyone else thinks
Or backstab each other
Or make fun of hopes, wishes and dreams.
Friends are…...
what we used to be.
Laughing at the tiniest things,
Congratulating each other
Spending time with each other
Just being there for each other.
And we are not friends anymore
So why do i still care for them?
Because i still love them lots
Because i am still there for them
Because no matter what has happened
I will never hate them
And always be there for them.
xxxx
Zara, age 12
Finn’s Letter….
Dear Dizzy,
oh, what to say!
I don’t know,
Why I have to pay
for Mums mistakes,
I want to live
and play by the lake,
(You must remember the Lake from last summer..)
But anyway.
Hows Leggit?
The lurcher?
The one with the dirty mitts?
(Of course you know him. You live with him.)
But anyway.
Hows Lucy and Dad?
Mouse?
WOW, he’s mad.
(JOKE DIZZ)
Love you,
Finn.
P.s. I wrote a poem!!!
P.S.S. YOU DIDN’T!!!
P.S.S.S. Have fun at school?
Abz, age 13
Cathy’s Camper
C-cars ancester
A-automobile
M-motor
P-people
E-electricity
R-retro
Molly
Golden Necklace
My little piece of sunshine,
Glittering in my hand
Reminds me you’ll come back for me,
Return, just like we planned.
But I know that won’t happen,
It was all a stupid dream
We’re broken, split, separate
No longer one strong team.
The golden ring you’d bought for me
I wish I hadn’t seen,
My one, small reminder
Of things that could have been.
Every night I’d look for you,
I’d search, long and hard
Only to find you’d shut me out,
The window locked and barred.
You’ve forgotten all about me,
But I’ll remember you.
You’ll get on with life, no doubt,
A thing I could never do.
Esther, age 12
Emos and Goths,
I’m a Goth,
And I stand proud,
People call me lots of names,
But I don’t care,
I shrug it off,
Because I am me!
Skinny black jeans are uber cute,
Black eyeliner rocks,
Converse are just plain gorgeous,
So don’t be ashamed,
To flaunt your style.
And don’t worry girls,
Guys think we’re sexy!
Claudia, age 12
Lost Love
This girl walks treacherously alone,
Her velvet coat covers her fragile frame,
She waited for a lengthy time,
But her heart died when he never came.
Her face is covered in dripping tears,
Her eyes can’t stop welling up,
Her voice has turned old and rickety,
Her silent mouth may never again part.
She walks alone, no one for comfort,
Her feet drape upon the earth,
When she holds her head in her hands,
She runs her fingers along garden turf.
The world is bright, she is dull,
How could anything be more conflicting?
Nothing seems as deep as her depression,
From her life she is retracting.
This story ends not sweet, but bitter,
Her fault is not to blame,
But upon this boy who broke her heart,
He sent her to heaven that day.
Samantha, age 14
Valentine’s Day
Love is a strange thing,
That many people believe in,
But one particular day of the year,
Valentine’s Day
Is here to stay….
Tamzin, age 12
Music
Music is:
The trumpets when the queen arrives,
The crunch of snow at Christmas time,
The sound of rustling papers at a news report.
Music is:
The ssssss of a snake,
The trump of an elephant,
The squawk of a parrot.
Music is:
The sound of a baby’s first laugh,
The cry of a teenager getting great GCSE’s,
The giggle of a 5 year old when Santa
Presents her with that special Barbie.
Music is:
The pin prick sound when a raindrop falls,
The soaring when a comet fly’s across the sky,
The crunching sound when autumn leaves are trodden in.
Music is:
The trickle of a watering can,
The wilting of a dead flower,
The thud of a dead tree.
Music is:
The rip of a present,
The flicker of a winter, blazing fire,
The silence, of happiness.
Olivia, age 12
The World
The world is turning
and turning,
going through hours,
minutes and seconds,
all around me.
I enjoy,
I live,
I learn,
all about our world.
When I think about it,
my mind changes and thinks about you.
Why it’s so lovely?
Why it’s so lonely?
I think it’s because…
I’m thinking only of YOU!!!
Love is so cute,
just like you.
Emma & Natalia, age 11
Remember?
Remember when you were small?
When life was simple and carefree?
Adults were the sensible ones
Who knew what to do.
Getting high meant
Who could swing highest at the park,
Cough medicine was the only drug you knew.
Race issues meant who could run the fastest,
Your only enemies were siblings and teachers,
The only thing that could be broken
Were your toys…
Now I’m 14 I’m an inbetweener.
Old enough to understand
What’s going on around me
But young enough to be laughed at
And not taken seriously.
Do you know what I remember the most?
It’s wanting to grow up.
Anon, age 14
dreamer
a daydream world
a special place
where horses grow
and flowers race
where a sun lights up the sky at night
where the softest person wins a fight
when i am there i feel so powerfull
and i stay there by the hourfull
right through french,
mathematics too…
all i want
is to share it with you.
Ruby, age 11
Bella Bee…
If you listen you’ll hear the bees.
Quiet and content just like me!
I could be a bee if i wanted to be.
Bella be… Bella bee…
If you sniff you’ll smell the bees.
Honey coated and treacle
Just like me!
I could be a bee if i wanted to bee.
Bella be…Bella bee…
If you look you’ll see the bees.
Cute and humble just like me!
I could be a bee if i wanted to be.
Bella bee…Bella hehe!
Paig, age 11
Anticipation
Waiting in anticipation,
For the next book.
Wondering what the story is like,
Imagining how it’ll look.
Paper or hardback?
Bright or color lack?
These are the questions that haunt me,
ABOUT HER NEXT BOOK!
Ashley, age 10
Bullied
When I got bullied I wondered why,
I used to go home and cry, cry, cry.
Was it my looks or was it my hair?
I didn’t think it was fair,
Why was it me am I that bad?
You used to make me feel so sad,
But when I look back at all those times,
With all those moans and pains and whines,
I feel brave and I feel strong,
That I don’t have to cry an unhappy song.
Holly, age 12
Me… and You
Lamps now glitter down the street,
Ignore the people who I meet,
Head drooping to the ground,
Pitter-patter, the usual sound,
When tears drip on the path,
Laugh, Laugh, Laugh,
Laughter all around me,
Can’t anyone see me?
Maybe I am a dream,
That’s what it seems,
All alone,
Nothing to moan,
About now.
My dreams have all come true,
Because I have found you.
Charlotte, age 11
Friends
Friends are there for you,
Laugh with you,
Cry with you.
Never tell your secrets,
Never keep theirs.
Chocolate can comfort you,
Soothe you,
Calm you,
But chocolate tastes better
When eaten in pairs.
Is a true friend perfect?
Your exact
Mirror image?
No, I think a true friend,
Is someone who cares.
Emily, age 12
Teased
I wear black
They tease me
I listen to emo music
They tease me
I try to ignore them
But it just won’t work
They keep on just because
I’m who I want to be.
In my opinion, everyone
Should be who they want to be.
The teasing went on and on
I hurt so much I started to hurt myself.
I told my mum.
She told my teacher
And finally it stopped.
For now….
Natalie, age 12
Daydream
I love to daydream.
My fave is the one where
I’m sitting next to my friends
And then a car black with Sparkly roof
Comes speeding up and whisks
Me away to see Peris.
He will say “Hi, come on in!”
“Daydreaming again Kat?”
Says Miss End. I look
at Beth for support. “Why
would she miss? Kat is a
good girl.” Beth says.
RIIINNG! The bell rings for break.
We giggle to lunch and get some chips
down the chippy.
A shiny black minibus zooms past.
Then it stops, and a head pops out.
PERIS!
“Hey Kat. You wanna hang out?”
“Oh, i got school!” I say sadly.
“So have I!” he says,
pointing to our school.
“Will you show me around?”
Later we go to the pictures.
At the end I say
“Why did you come back?”
Then he kisses me.
“That’s why.”
It’s just like my daydream,
But much better!
Becky, age 9
Me,Me,Me
I love to read and write
I try with all my might
to be myself
and no one else
because I’d really hate to be
any one but me
I skip, I dance
I jump, I prance
I do gymnastics too
my friends all say look at you
they like me for the way I am
I look as timid as lamb
fun is what I do not lack
but I never lose track
this personality is mine
and with me that is mighty fine
now I’ve told you about me
a person no one else could be!
Claire
Bully
Him, not me
I mind my own business,
Day after day,
But Joe beats me up,
And tells me I’ll pay,
For being so short,
And stupid and dim,
But that is really,
What makes up him,
He throws mud,
At my new school tie,
And he gives me a slap,
Whenever I cry.
Charlie, age 9
Life
It’s not easy,
Living my life,
My country is packed with war and strife,
I work all day,
At low pay,
But nobody cares about me,
After all my parents can’t afford
The school fee,
But it’s not easy,
Living my life.
Charlie, age 9
Runaway
I am suffocating
And I need to breathe
I am trapped under feelings
Let me be releived
I runaway
As fast as I can
I have to get to a place
Where people understand
I’m trapped under feelings
I don’t want to be decieved
Someone please rescue me
And let me be relieved
Georgia, age 12
Love
If you are alone
and I am not here
in the corner of your eye
is that a tear?
the ringing of the phone
you won’t answer
cos you know its me
you underestimate the power
of unrequited love
painfully
ignorant
Sahra, age 13
Not worth It
Every time I think about it
My heart breaks and shatters down
Tears are stinging in my eyes
And my face twists to a frown.
The abuse I suffered as a kid
Makes me want to scream and weep
Telling people doesn’t help me
They don’t get why I can’t sleep.
That creep, well, he didn’t care
He said it’s something cousins do
I have been shamed forever
Everyone, this tale is TRUE.
I want to be reborn again
But my heart keeps beating on
I want to vanish and forget it all
Then return when the pain is gone.
My mum said to me one day
“That was a long time ago now
It’s not worth it, just forget…”
But I just don’t know how.
And my mind keeps churning,
And my heart is just so ill
It might not all be worth it,
But the shame keeps hurting still.
Rachel, age 13
The Poor Chicken
Smell the aroma in the kitchen
When my mom is cooking for me
Prepare to eat in the kitchen
And wait at the table excitedly
So my mum walked out from the kitchen
As I rubbed my hands with glee
But she tripped over my toy chicken
Oh! There’s no lunch for me.
Angeline, age 14
Evacuee
I am scared mummy,
Please take me back home.
I dont want to leave mummy,
Dont make me go.
I will hate it there mummy,
At least come with me.
I am going to cry mummy,
Dont leave me on this horrible train.
I dont want to go mummy,
I dont care if I’m not safe.
I cant see you now mummy,
I miss you so much.
I love you mummy.
Teri-Ann, age 13
I bought a box of chocolate hearts
A present for my mother,
They looked so good I tasted one
And then I tried another.
They both were so delicious
That I ate another four.
I couldn’t seen to stop myself
I nibbled on and on
And before I knew what happend
All the chocolate hearts were gone!
I felt a little guilty
I was stuffed down to my socks,
I ate my mothers valantine…
I hope she likes the box!
Amelia, age 10
So Long
So long,
My friend, bye bye.
Locked away in despair,
I weep, you flicker in my mind,
So long.
Kyri, age 11
Love
I loved him
You loved him
He didn’t love you
You left him
He loved you
I love you
You love her
She loves you
I hate her
She hates me
I hate you
You love me
I love you
She…
No more.
Sasha, age 11
Dizzy is adventurous…
Indigo Blue you just can’t put down…
Driftwood is a lovely story…
Scarlett is magical…
Sundae Girl is happy and sad…
Love, Peace and Chocolate
Is all about true friendship…
Lucky Star is romantic and
Probably the best of your books…
And Gingersnaps is….......
I don’t know!
And I can’t wait for it to come!
Scarlett
Sorry
Its a sorry symbolism,
A silly metaphor,
Our giddy little friendship,
that will last
Forever more.
Lucy, age 15
Lost Love
I haven’t seen Mouse for years.
Not since he went off with that Cat person.
I wish I could have gone too.
I remember all those years ago when he was only young.
We’d play with each other at that one festival,
We stayed together all the time,
We were always together.
He always made sure I was there with him.
I felt so happy when I was with him.
But soon the summer was over
And Mouse got injured and left.
I saw him once, ages later, years in fact.
He’d changed so much.
His hair was long and he was with her. Cat.
I hate all Cats. Kitty cats and Mouse’s Cat.
I remember that summer, long ago. We were all together.
Four of us, there were, including me.
Finn, Dizzy, Mouse…
And me.
Leggit the dog.
Ellys, age 12
Refugee Poem
Nowhere to go, no place to be,
Here I am in the depth of the city,
I look around, the people so busy.
I feel so alone out here, I feel so alone.
Its winter at present, and its bitterly cold,
I feel so frail but I’m not that old.
I just wish I had someone to hold.
I feel so alone out here, I feel so alone,
I dream of a life where I don’t have to hide,
From the brutal soldiers who shun me aside.
Why are their evil ways glorified?
I feel so alone out here, I feel so alone.
I feel a cold shiver run down my spine,
As I think of my old life that was divine.
My awful life now seems in decline.
I feel so alone out here, I feel so alone.
Day turns to night,
And it highlights the plight,
Of our struggle for our rights.
I’m not alone anymore, I’m not alone.
Beth, age 13
Stereotypical Fusion.
Those stereotypes, think they know it all,
Think they can try hard enough to
make us fall,
They think that black is Goth,
Green Day is Emo,
Yet in their hearts they ask,
What is cheemo?
They want to be like us,
So they have to suss,
That they should shut it,
If they want to be like us,
Even just a bit,
They need to understand us,
We’re not Weirdo’s ‘R’ Us!
In the words of Jennifer…
Be Yourself!
thorn, age 14
Questions
Is snow the gift in winter?
And the moon the gift in the sky?
Dreaming is the gift from heavens?
Is a tear a gift from your eye?
Ceri, age 11
Random Cloud
I’m a random girl as you can see
Like a cloud I wander, far and free
Short black hair and slanted eyes
People say I’m a big surprise.
My clothes are black and red and white
Or peacock blue or yellow bright
There’s no limit to my dress
What is my style? No one can guess
‘Cause like a cloud my shape will shift-
They give me ‘evils’ in the lift.
Not just by clothes do I stand out…
If that were true, I’d laugh and shout,
The thing is I’m from all around
You see, this is what I have found-
I’m English, but I’m Chinese too
I have some aunts in Timbuktu
So when you ask where I’m from
The answer is- I am Random!!!
Rachel, age 13
Me
Appearances are never what they seem,
The boy I use to like
Is arrogant, spiteful and mean.
My best friend is the craziest, weirdest,
Most amazingly cool guy i know.
But his girlfriend is glued to his side constantly…
Wishes are meant to give you hope and belief,
To me, they only break your heart,
Cause so much hurt.
Music and art are the only things
That mean something to me,
Yet my teachers at school have favourites,
They call me a delinquent
And never take me seriously.
Adults are meant the sensible ones
So why does Dad reach for the whiskey?
Everyone at school belongs to a clique.
The emos, chavs, the scene kids…
But when they reach me they just frown
And suck in their cheeks.
I’m waiting for that shooting star
To come and take me away,
The one that jettisons me off
Into the galaxy.
I’m waiting for him to show me
The Milky Way,
To take me away from this
Oppressing atmosphere.
I want to see the constellations,
Saturn’s rings and the North Star.
I wish he could take me away from reality.
But why is it that one boy lives only in my dreams?
Anon, age 14
Beautiful Girl
There was a girl
A pretty girl
Who didn’t think
She was pretty at all.
Her parents yelled
Told her she was ugly
And she believed them
Like any kid would.
She spent her time
On a concrete step
Outside her house
Just thinking.
About her life
Only her life
And just what she could do
To change it.
The answer seemed to be
Nothing much
Because her parents wouldnt do
What she said.
So away she ran
To a family far away.
They didn’t yell
Told her she was beautiful
And this time she believed them
Yes, she believed them.
Millie, age 10
Stereotypical Discrimination
People call me sweaty Mosher,
I think it’s just unfair,
How people can think it’s all right,
To judge you for what you wear
Wearing black doesn’t mean I have aids,
But people have said that I have,
They don’t care if it hurts me,
So long as they can have a laugh
People often stare,
At the clothing that I pick,
They must think that I wear it,
Just so they can take the mick
Wearing shoes with cats on them,
And a coat adorned with zips,
Gives them the opportunity,
To make their little quips
When people call me names,
Like weirdo, scum and queer,
I normally just try my best,
To pretend that I cant hear,
I’m tired of being called “Mosher”
Especially as I’m not,
I’m sick of being stereotyped,
As mosher, punk and goth!
Niamh, age 13
Dear diary
Dear Diary
Today at school i sat in staring at the clock,
Being shouted at by Mrs. Flock,
She sent me to Mr. June
(we call him Mr.Balloon)
He’s got the biggest bum you’ve ever seen,
I’m really trying not to be mean,
But its true its true it really is,
Oh no, dear diary here comes Fizz,
She’s snobby nasty blonde and petite
The teachers think shes a treat,
In fact they kiss her feet!.
I’ve got to go now dear diary,
I’m late for english with Mr. June,
Plus my detention starts soon,
I dont know if ill be writing tomorrow
I hate not knowing,
But my pile of homework is over-flowing!
Charlie-Dawn, age 10
The citty of the sun
In the city of the sun the earth is scorched,
And crime runs through and through,
As the world turns sun becomes darkness,
As i watch it turn with you.
Lucy, age 15
Sweet Dreams
So now i go to sweeter dreams,
I find it hard it’s true,
For right now my life is good,
No dream is sweeter than you
Lucy, age 15
Scarlett
Scarlett meeting Kian at night
There faces gliming in delight
By the wishing tree, keeping close
Kian telling stories of ghosts
Sneeking back to Holly, Clare and Dad
Missing that amazing lad…
Isobel, age 10
Dizzy
I came home from school
And theres a strange van!
I went in the kitchen
And theres is my mum!
She wakes me up
In the middle of the night,
We go to festivals and
we stay there all right!!!
Jennifer, age 11
Friends
If a friend is a true friend
They should be there for you,
If a friend is real and not imaginary
You should be able to feel
The friendship between the two of you,
You should be able to feel happiness,
And sometimes sadness
And even a bit of love.
Friends are forever
Not just someone to play with
While you are in a huff with your B.F.F
And then dump them a week later.
Skye, age 11
My little world
My friend Corrie lives
In her own little world,
Where mermaids swim
In the diamond encrusted waves,
Unicorns prance in the forests so dark,
Princesses dance in a grand palace
With handsome princes,
Dragons protect the magnificent castle,
And every girl has a special power.
She rules over this world,
It’s all her own and
No one can take it away from her,
But my world is different,
It’s the one where anyone can mess it up,
It doesn’t belong to me,
Its reality and it belongs to everyone,
If only it were mine…
Kathryn, age 11
Darkness
In the land of darkness
Light is your only friend.
Your enemies are the hatred,
And the pain the darkness sends.
Place trust into the light,
And darkness shall meet an end.
Never lose faith.
Lucy Smith, age 15
Distance
The distance of our fledging love,
Is true to me not bound,
For such emotions,
Strong as these,
Can not be held to ground,
They must be free,
To better lands,
Where simple dreams come true,
And somebody such as me,
Could be one with you.
Lucy Smith, age 15
DIZZY
I wake up at 12
Get something to eat
I stumble to the kitchen,
Man, I’m dead beat.
It’s now 3 o clock,
She’s probably with her friends
At Dimitri’s having Coke
Until the day’s fun ends.
But now it’s 5
She’s still not home
Storm’s not here either,
I hope she’s not alone…
Lucy comes at 8 o clock
She’s still gone
I think Storm has kidnapped her…
I know she’s long gone.
Eidhne G
Cathy writes lovely books
Loads of books galore
From Scarlett to Dizzy,
Indigo blue and more!
In Dizzy her mum returns
She left when Dizz was four.
Joined up with the festival.
And Dizzy and Dad? No more!
Scarlett is troubled
And has to live with dad
But when she meets Kian,
She thinks ‘It’s not so bad!’
Cathy has written lots of books
I can’t list them all…
But I want to say this, Cathy…
Your books – I love them all!
Eidhne G
SCARLET
Scarlet is cool,
Cool as she could be.
And her red hair is
Running through the breeze,
Loves to go wild with fashion and friends.
Everything is fun when Scarlet is around
Totally red is totally scarlet.
Skye, age 11
Words
If I could speak these words again,
And let them all be true,
The only person on this earth,
Who would hear them would be you!
Lucy, age 15
Marshmallow Snow
I dream of marshmallow snow
Fy, play, jump
And our ice cold arms
Shimmer like the winter night.
Libby, age 10
CATHY
She’s The Best!!
Cathy is a famous author
All kids read from far and near
Cathy’s book’s are so amazing
Let’s give Cathy 1 big cheer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Claudia, age 10
Stereotypes
Its stupid
Categorising people
Like breeds of dog
Or types of vegetable
I like drama…
Does that make me a queen?
I like I.T …
Does that make me a geek?
I usually get A’s and B’s…
Does that make me a nerd?
I like netball…
Does that make me sporty?
I like to wear black…
Does that make me a Goth?
I have lots of friends…
Does that make me popular?
Some people say I am pretty…
Does that make me
Anything more than just me?
Yes I’m a geek
I’m a nerd
I’m sporty
I’m gothic
I’m popular
I’m kind of pretty
I’m a drama queen
I’m a combination.
So are most people…
GET OVER IT!
Daisy, age 12
A wish upon a star
A million stars
A million wishes
A sea in the sky
Filled with gleaming fishes
If I could wish upon a star
I would wish for you
But what if it does not happen?
What if it doesn’t come true
If I wish on a million stars
And rub a lamp as well
And find my self a fairy
To cast me a magic spell
Will I ever see you?
See your emerald eyes?
Your golden hair, your pearly smile
Your gasp in shock, in surprise
I will find you someday
The day when you wish for me too
But for now I sit and dream alone
And tomorrow I’ll wish anew
Daisy, age 12
“Together”
You and I…
Is what we’ll be.
Like the sky,
Finally touching the sea.
I will be yours,
You will be mine,
And we’ll have each other…
Together through time.
As I pledge this vowel…
I mean what I say,
I will be here for you…
Till the very last day.
Maille Rose, age 12
DREAMS
During the night…
Cold and still,
I lay in my bed…
Soft; and warm.
I visit a land…
A land of hopes, and dreams.
And I think,
I image,
Of you…And I,
The dream, of what we have come to be,
The goal, of what we could become,
And for that goal…
To become reality.
For true love is…
When you don’t want to fall asleep,
Because reality…
Is better than ANY dream.
This is MY fairy tale,
This is MY “happily ever after,”
This is MY fantasy…
Of you…And I.
Maille Rose, age 12
MEGAN
Megan is unique
A flower you stop to pick
She can be sassy, silly and sad
And she marches to the beat of her heart
She can do anything and be anything
It all depends on what she picks
When she smiles everyone smiles
When she talks everyone listens
But she’s more than just the popular girl
She’s the girl who’s always nice
The one with the straight A’s
She can grab a guy’s attention
With the flutter of her eyelashes
The friend your parents love
She’s the life of the party
A real wild child
And there’s nothing more she likes
To do than watch her fave soap,
Stuffing her face with chocolate!
She’s a go-getter
A champion reader
The only subject she hates is sports
But the one thing that makes her special
Is that she’s not afraid of who she is
With added sass and cool!
Cherise, age 12
BAT BLACK NIGHT
i sat in the dark,
watching a lark
flying high above the night light,
into the clouds,
towards a light,
into the bat black night.
suddenly i saw,
a faint glow of light
peeping through the bat black night,
then i saw,
a faint blue kite,
flying above the sky,
in the bat black night.
then all -it ends
the sun is now seen,
and nothing remains of the dark,
and now comes a bright red, light
saying goodbye to the bat black night…...
Sama, age 12
CATHY CASSIDY
Cathy your books are the best.
Your books would easily pass any test.
I read them day and night.
How much i’ve read them
It would give any one a fright!
I want to read more
Even though the other ones aren’t a bore!
I read them rain or shine
I wish your ideas were mine!
When I grow up I want to be like you.
A Cathy number 2!
Jaelle, age 10
I Love You
I feel the night is creeping in,
And whispering your name,
Thoughts of things that was and were,
Could drive someone insane,
But one thing will drive me on,
One thing to push me through,
And that is just the simple fact,
That i’m in love with you
Lucy, age 15
I Want Doesn’t Get
I want to take 1000 stars,
And spell them to your name,
I want to tell you I love you,
Until you go insane.
I want to take you pretty hand,
And haul you out of here,
To a sweet little cottage in happy land,
Where I can call you dear,
I want to do all these things but all I’ve found of yet,
Is I want doesn’t get
Lucy, age 15
ALONE
Of course no one knew why
I was all alone
When I had a loving family
What did they know?
They knew nothing.
My mother ignores me
My father yells at me
My brother beats me up
My sister steals my stuff
My friends backstabbed me
But what did they know?
When they saw me alone…
Alone…
I am always alone.
Why am I always alone?
Sian, age 13
WHEN I CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP
when i cry myself to sleep,
i dare not make a single peep.
i quietly sob, hot tears down my face,
and my tears fall silently at a fast pace.
my pillow gets damp, my bear very wet,
my covers all salty, thats when i regret,
crying so much when it’s not a big deal,
when children are starving, i say” get real”!
i pull my self up, dry my wet bear,
say all my prayers, and rest all my cares.
i fall fast asleep, with a smile on my face,
and my tears don’t fall, at any fast pace.
Amelia, age 12
Hailey
Dark and gothic,
Makeup white and black,
She sadly lingers.
Her hurt has never left her,
As she tries to forget,
She does stupid things.
Drugs,
Alcohol drowning the pain,
And pills.
These addictions have gone too far,
Her friends are worried,
Her parents too,
But what can we do?
We stand by and watch,
As she slowly kills herself silently,
Through all her life she wants this,
Rest at last.
But even though we don’t know what she’s going through,
We are worried,
Please help!
Claudia, age 12
SOUL
Let my soul glide,
Timelessly.
Through the cold night.
Let my soul swim,
Graciously.
Through the river of emotion.
Let my soul run,
Free once more.
Through this cruel, unfair world.
Let my soul cry,
Silently.
Through the poems I write.
Izzie, age 12
When someone we love passes away,
We ache, but we go on;
Our dear departed would want us to heal,
After they are gone.
Grief is a normal way to mend
The anguish and pain in our hearts;
We need time to remember and time to mourn,
Before the recovery starts.
Let’s draw together to recuperate,
As we go throught this period of sorrow;
Let’s help each other, with tender care
To find a brighter tomorrow.
Ruth
Just lying there, restless.
Remembering the times we had,
How he used to be.
Is he at peace?...
I understood him.
And loved him, and now he’s gone.
Just like that. I thought it wasn’t fair,
Him just leaving like that on me,
But it wasn’t his fault.
Everything happens for a reason,
For better or for worse.
But I have to keep strong,
For him…
I’ll always remember him,
What he sounded like,
The look of him, always happy
Never thought bad of anyone.
He always saw the bright side of things.
And now he’s gone.. forever.
Not for good though,
He will always be in our hearts,
In what we do,
In what we say..
And in memory…
And in love…........
(Jennifer: thanks so much for this. my email
replies to you seem to bounce back, but your
support is so appreciated. CC x)
Jennifer, age 12
Underworld
Shadows cover the gravely path,
The dim sun breathes it’s last,
People walk around as if dead,
They look like they’ve never been fed,
Witnessing this scene is a witch,
She’s really mean but is a titch,
She unfortunately is queen,
She’s such a snob, in public she can’t bear to be seen.
The whole place is dark and gloomy,
It certainly isn’t roomy,
Everywhere there are things being hurled,
Behold the Underworld.
Serena, age 10
CHRISTMAS
Snow filled pavements,
Iced up cars,
Mistletoe maniac,
and people behind bars.
Wreaths on doors,
Ball balls on trtees,
Tinsel and choclate,
Christmas is joy!
Christmas carolers,
Prickly trees,
handmade christmas cards,
and hibernating bee’s.
Unwrapping presents,
Smiles revealed,
25th of December,
Jesus is Born.
Rhian, age 13
Why not me?
Glued to the spot
I watch as you slide an arm
Around her
And I wonder
Why not me?
The gaps between your fingers
Are being filled
With her fingers
And I ask
Why not me?
You wave in my direction
But you’re waving
At her
And I cry
Why not me?—-One month later-—-
I see you in the hall
You blow a kiss
At me
And she wonders
Why not me?
I weave my fingers
Through your
Hair
And she weeps
Why not me?
It is a never ending circle.
Emma, age 13
Ice-hearted Witch
I watched her walk, her evil eyes
Shining bright with fake suprise
Her wicked lips parted and said,
“Shouldn’t you be up in bed?”
I stood my ground, to try and fight
Her dangerous will put me in fright
My father, who was in her spell,
Suffered not this spiteful Hell.
By now The Witch had a cold smile
Just like a human crocodile.
Her sickly voice rang out with glee;
“How dare YOU argue with me?”
“Do as your stepmum tells you, now!”
Said dad. I had to go, but then I planned-
From this house she must be banned.
I worked so hard I could believe
That some day soon she would leave.
However she was sharp and knew
All the things I tried to do.
Each tiny move I made was scanned
She’d point at me with one slim hand
“You’re fighting me,” the woman guessed
Her ice-cold heart froze in her chest.
After a while the house was changed
I had become slightly deranged
To see her destroy my room
The Queen of Death, Maiden of Doom.
And so I still do as I should
Try to restore the world of good
And free my father from the grasp
Of this Ice-hearted Witch, this Poisonous Asp.
Rachael, age 12
RUNAWAY
She’s lost and alone,
With no-where to call home.
She yearns for love,
Help from above.
All she needs is a helping hand,
Someone to help her understand.
Why her life turned out like this,
Why everything for her is a risk.
They take one look at the grubby face,
The dirty fingernails , the untied lace.
As she looks at them through tragic eyes,
They see a story full of lies.
But people ignore it and turn away,
When they meet her in the day.
They forget her as soon as they’re home,
While she is still desperately alone.
Its been ages since someone’s sung her a song,
For a child like her, it’s been too long.
She hasn’t even got a proper bed,
No soft pillow to rest her head.
Will you be the one who bothers to help?
To save her from her reality hell.
Or will be like the others,
Who turn around, while she still suffers.
Will you be the one who differs to dare?
To pick her up and give her care.
Or will be like the passers by?
Watch her turn around. Watch her die.
Alice, age 13
EMO KID
With long black hair
over her face.
She wears a dress,
with thin black lace.
She has no fears
she doesn’t care.
When people laugh
and point and stare.
Although she’s strange
were all amazed
she makes us gasp
and feel all dazed.
Jess, age 11
DIFFERENT
I thought he was different
then all the other guys.
I thought when i would go by
he would just say hi.
When I said something,
he would answer back.
When we did something funny,
He would just laugh.
I didn’t want the laughter to stop
But now its ending too soon.
He’s become just like all the other guys.
I just wish he knew.
Katherine, age 12
To jennifer (who wrote ghost of a rose)
I am EMO for sure now i know.
I shouldnt hide it
I should be proud
I wear skinnies, converse
I love My Chemical Romance, Bullets,
Three Cheers and black,
If people say I’m not emo I will tell them…
I am!
Zoe, age 11
FRIENDS
Friends will stick by you.
Where ever you are.
They are always there for you.
Near or far.
If you have fights
You will always get through it.
Just remember, you can do it.
Lucy, age 9
Clean Blood
I’m screaming inside
Nothing can make me forget
I want to give up
I want this to end-
This hidden pain
This silent agony
All lost inside me-
It’s easiest to just bleed and bleed
And then i’ll be sure to have
What you say i don’t:
Clean blood.
Imogen, age 12
JEALOUSY?
When you spy on the one you like
But so does another… is it jealousy?
They make you laugh,
Make you feel comfortable with yourself
But yet there is a secret, is it jealousy?
Life feels lonely sometimes,
It can make you feel depressed,
Yet there they are slipping into your life.
But when the secret slips out,
The one you like is taken
Like a stab in the heart.
But the question is…. is it jealousy or not?
Lauren, age 10
SADNESS
sadness is as cold as ice
it smells like cigarette smoke
It sounds like weeping
it feels like daggers…
sadness.
Fenja, age 12
JEALOUSY
And it was the perfect end to the perfect day
Nothing made sense
As the streetlights split the darkness
And the teens were unleashed
Could’ve sworn my mind
Was hidden in shock or disbelief
Somehow she changed her mind
And took him off the shelf
Even though she knew that
I wanted him for myself
Somehow you drew a fine line and crossed it
I was too late
Did he really like you after all this time
God I’ve been stupid
I thought he was mine
What a perfect day
What a perfect day
Did I lie for too long
Let my feelings get too strong
How do I know?
When to stop
Thinking back I should have known
That their feelings would have grown
For each other
Took me long enough to tell anyway
What a perfect day
(Took me long enough)
Now I dont know what to say
(Am I trying too much)
Has it always been this way
(Or am I wrong)
What a perfect end to the perfect day.
Romany
DOLPHINS
The dolphins play in the sea like children,
Diving, leaping ahead of the long ships,
Rising out of the sparkling waves;
Their jaws smile,
“Friends”they seem to say,’
We are friends, play with us”.
Kayleigh, age 8
LOVE
I love him,
It was love at first sight,
I think about him all day,
And most of the night.
But he’s taken,
Not mine, my arch enemy’s,
But i can’t help knowing,
That it’ll never happen to me.
Georgie, age 10
I WAS TOO LATE
I saw her everyday,
Lurking in the shadows,
I longed for her to stay,
But knew she was an outcast,
I knew what she did
When she thought no one was watching,
I longed to reach out
But something was pulling me back,
I am now ashamed as it’s too late,
I feel pathetic and worthless,
Why didn’t I reach out
When I had the chance?
Now it’s too late. The deed is done,
I’m watching as she is lying
Her face is pale and eyes are filled,
With hurt that never left her,
I am crying,
I was too late.
Claudia, age 12
IMAGINATION
I started walking through the cold,
The wind against my face,
I feel a striking at my back,
It vanishes a trace,
My fingers numb,
I still walk on,
To find the one I seek,
I still regret the going out
This cold pre-winter week.
I stop to take a lively breath,
A thought across my mind,
If I walk on for just a bit,
I’ll seek what I’m to find.
The walk of that, not short,
Nor long,
Will pay off in the end,
I walked so far,
Through highest mounts,
And lowest valley bends.
But back in life,
Imagine that,
It’s all just in my head,
I only walked across the street,
To see my very best friend!
Marisa, age 13
TIRED
Tired….
Tired of always being
The one they tease.
Tired of trying so hard
But still being the one
Who gets her heart broken.
Tired of chasing
My broken dreams.
Tired of always being
The one to fall
And get hurt….
Katherine, age 12
GONE ???
If ever should it leave this Earth,
what shame we all should feel,
if we had to tell our children’s children,
the tiger once was real?
Ellise, age 12
BAD DAY
I’m sick of people
I’m sick of fakes
I’m sick of people
Makin’ me hate
The world around me,
The things I face
All the time
Day to day.
I’m sick of people
Turnin’ good into b
Dat follow da fad.
I’m sick of people
Makin’ me feel
Like I don’t belong.
Puttin me down
When I’m singin’
A happy song.
I’m sick of people
Tellin’ me
Who they think
I should be.
All I wanna do
Is get by in life
Without people
Makin’ me sick
Of this place
Of the world
And even sick
Of my own face.
Maddison, age 14
story tellers warning
not all stories are gentle stories
some cut deeply,
scar and twist our souls.
these stories are the ones
that make us thankful
for a warm fire and honest friendship.
some stories are happy stories
that tell us of good times
that have come and gone
and times yet to come.
stories that build empires of imagination.
but not all stories are gentle storys
beware whose stories u listen to.
Kirsty, age 12
Long whiskers,
Stripey fur
He lies on my bed
And loves to purr.
He watches the birds
From the windowsill,
Eyes moving,
The rest of him still.
I love to give him
A tickle and a pat
I am ever so happy
That Louie’s my cat!
Kayleigh, age 8
SANTAS HAIRDRESSER
“I want a white bushy beard,
I know it’s kind of weird,
But its a tradition,
Before I go on my mission,
To deliver all my presents,
To the poor peasants,
And the richest of all,
But first I’ll have to hit the mall.”
“I want a white curly moustache,
To make me look posh,
But my mouth need to poke through,
So I can eat my cookies and milk too,
Which the children lay out for me,
And I eat them gratefully,
Then I put the presents in the stockings,
Or coal for the naughty things.”
“I don’t mind about the hair on top of my head,
I might be a bit knotted,
I forgot to brush my hair,
But I don’t care,
As long as I can fit my hat on top,
And I don’t want it to look like a mop,
It’s quite an easy style to do,
Is that okay with you?”
Immi, age 12
Can You Remember?
Can you remember our first day at school?
You smiled at me, and I smiled back.
From that moment on, I knew we would be friends,
With imaginary games and glorious ‘let’s pretends’.
Can you remember when we learnt to ride our bikes?
I fell off first and you tumbled after.
Our mothers both watching, hoping we weren’t hurt,
But we both got up and tried again, through our laughter.
Can you remember that first school trip?
We got to pick our partners,
You were mine and I was yours
It was one of those unwritten laws.
It didn’t seem to matter then
That you were a boy and I was a girl
We were friends, that was all that seemed to matter
Laughing and joking, mad as two hatters.
Then at the end of school year Three,
You didn’t come up to the same juniors as me.
We always swore we’d keep in touch,
But after the first two letters,
It seemed that our new friends were such a lot better.
In Year Five you were just a memory
Someone I thought of now and again
I wonder if you ever thought about me?
Now that you had some friends who were boys.
Then I joined the drama club
Once a week on Thursday
And guess who was there at the back of the room?
You smiled at me, and I smiled back
You didn’t look any different.
A bit taller maybe, but you’d always been short
Your smile was the same, that was all I thought.
And although we’d been like twins two years before,
Now, we hardly talked for a minute or more.
I suppose it will never be the way it was again
But there’s always time for a trip down Memory Lane.
So now that we’ve reached the remembering stage
We can laugh about the old times, and look forward to the new
I feel like a bird who’s been released from a cage
Now that I remember who we were; me and you.
Joni, age 13
Shadow
I run along the streets,
I stay unseen
I shrink into alleyways,
I feel like a dream,
No one can see me,
But they know I’m there,
Hidden in the darkness,
But still aware,
Standing behind you,
Following you around ,
Mirroring your actions,
Without making a sound,
I sometimes feel like a shadow,
Silent and empty,
Always forgotten,
Not easy to see.
Lizzie, age 11
Special
I knew he was special,
From the day our eyes met,
But now he’s gone,
I can never see him again,
I stand on the water’s edge,
And breathe in a salty breath,
The wind is my passion,
The sea is my anger,
The rain my tears of love and loss.
He understood like no one else,
He knew what to say,
He was different,
He was special.
Zoe, age 12
Friends
Friends are like a wheel of fortune.
You get strapped in and the handle lands on loyalty.
You get spun around
And the handle lands on hurt and dismay.
Friends are like cheese.
You nibble and pick the good ones,
Take a huge chunk out of the best ones,
But you throw away the hopeful leftovers.
Friends are like treasure.
You hunt for the good, gold coins,
But you chuck away the small, worthless ones.
Friends are like lots of things.
But the one thing that you have to remember
Is that if they really are a true friend,
No matter how many rows you have,
They will always be there for you.
By Amber-Rose, age 13
Today Was Opposite Day (As Was Yesterday)
On Opposite Day
You’re allowed to lie,
It was my Opposite Day
Spread out into months
As the time passed by.
I told them that my mum was fine
I told them that the jeans were mine.
I told them I was feeling great
I said the bruises were just my fate.
I told them that my dad was nice
I told them that the screams were mice.
I told them that I was feeling good
I said the quietness was just my mood.
On Opposite Day
No one knew
What secrets lay
Beneath the scars
Secrets that passed by
UNNOTICED.
By Imogen, age 11
Cathy Cassidy
Cool
And
Totally
Hilarious
You’re the best!
Creative
And
So
So
Incredible,
Dreamy
You’re the best!
By Jill, age 12
Family
One night i woke up to my parents fighting .
I thought nothing of it.
Now they are divorced,
Just like almost every other ’’couple’‘in this world.
SHE has moved in, the dreaded stepmother.
She is nice and all, but just like scarlett, I am determined not to like her.
I was just begining to like her
When she redid did my dad’s house.
No, MY house,the one that I grew up in.
The one that saw me grow till i was 7.
She practically tore down the kitchen,
So now it lookes like some martha stewart thing.
The worst part is that she now sleeps in MY old room!
Now i want to ask my dad ’’why did you let this happen?’‘
I see that house, and i want to shake him from head to toe.
By Amelia, age 12
Emo & Proud!
I had a comment for Zoe, age 11, who wrote the poem about being a secret emo on this page.
hey Zoe, I wrote ghost of a rose. what you said got to me as I am emo. I used to get bullied but people slowly got to accept the fact that I am emo. I wear alot of black makeup and wear black all the time. You are either emo or you’re not, don’t let people get to you.
Be yourself!
So. I am here to make a point. What is it with stereotypes? People, the next time you see someone who is different than you, think before you speak. this emo might’nt have a care in the world of what people say about her but it does hurt sometimes, I’ll admit that much. Who knows, next time you see a goth or emo on the street, go and say hi, you might even end up good friends.
By Jennifer, age 12
She Wasn’t Scared!
There was a little girl
Who used to sit by herself
And think about who she was
She felt unwanted
Unloved
Her family didn’t care
They didn’t even want her
They would shout and scream
And tell her she was ugly
And she believed them
But she wasn’t ugly
She was pretty
With lovely long dark hair
And amazing blue eyes
She was gorgeous
But nobody cared
She used to have friends
But she lost them all
The day she moved house
To this place
She was left out
Simply, because she was different
She wasn’t scared to be herself
She wasn’t scared to dress differently
She just wasn’t scared
You many be thinking,
Why doesn’t she change?
Because she would be giving in
To all the people that have hurt her
She wasn’t going to do that
As she wasn’t scared!
By Hayley, age 13
Toys
Toys, toys make some noise,
Toys, toys bring us joy,
Toys for boys toys for girls
Even dolls with pretty curls,
I have one toy no I have two…
I have many, but my favourite is you!
Toys, toys make some noise,
toys, toys bring us joy.
By Laray, age 11
Stage Fright
There she stood
In the spotlight
Everybody watching
Waiting, listening.
She opened her mouth
No sound came out
Her legs began trembling
Her fingers twiddling.
People begin giggling
Sniggering, laughing
She begins to shake
Clicking her fingers.
Her mouth opens and closes
Just like a goldfish
Everybody is waiting
Silence in the hall.
Tears trickle down her cheeks
As she tries to speak
No words come out
But still, she tries.
Miss Hooly stands up
Shakes her hand
Takes her off stage
Arms right around her.
Mr Banks goes on
Bucket and mop
I feel sorry for her
She had
Stage fright.
By Millie, age 10
Girl
She slithers through the night
Quiet, graceful
As if she isn’t there
I know she is
Her red eyes a reflection of
The evil, spite, and grief
She has suffered from something
Time and time again
Heart Break
His words were what killed her.
The words cut through her
Like the soft, delicate girl she was
Slicing, wounding, bleeding, death.
The words ringing in her ears
As she committed the ghastly deed
The words that haunt her soulless body
The words that killed her
‘You’re not pretty enough for me.’
He left her standing there
Alone, cold, confused
He felt no shame, nor sorrow.
She walked home alone,
Scared and raging
Her heart burning, slowly, painfully
She looked in the mirror
The words Ugly
Written in blood on her forehead
Hands trembling
She took the knife
And she was no-more.
Her parents found her, dead.
In the mirror
Written in the blood of the girl
‘Am I Pretty Enough for You Now?’
By Hayley J, age 13
Winter….
Cold, crispy mornings
Upon us winters dawning.
Froze freezing and cold,
Oh those autumn days are old
Roasted chestnuts,
The best nuts
In winter the sweetness
Ffrosty fingers painting
From red to white the colors tainting
Oh how i long for the joy of spring.
By Jodie Marie Grayston, age 10
Cathy Cassidy
Pages filled with cool, cool girls,
Ice cream, stars and shells,
Pages filled with salty swirls,
And crazy bikes with bells.
Pages filled with awesome hair,
Kittens, tepees and patchwork vans,
Pages filled with dreams and dares,
And gorgeous hennaed hands.
Pages filled with Cat and Mouse,
Jack Somers, spray paint and sundaes,
Pages filled in a tree house,
A Driftwood cottage on a Monday.
By Sophie, age 12
Sorrow
Tears falling like raindrops from stormy eyes
Heart as cold as ice, cracking and breaking, unfixable
Head and heart too heavy to raise,
Falling down the tunnel of despair,
Falling, knowing that there’s no coming back.
In a world, that’s empty and cold,
You find no comfort,
Your soul slowly dying.
The air’s too thick, clouds too grey,
The only glimmer of hope,
Fades into the darkness.
The moon creeps through,
Bringing with it nightmares,
Memories, of a happy day, running freely,
The mellow wind whipping gently, and gay
Silently, swiftly, making your heart sway.
Trying to catch your last chances of hope,
As they slide through your fingertips,
Breaking, bursting and banging at the door,
The door of utter misery.
The sun of joy, setting for the last time.
Your footsteps echo, in a world of black and white
Choosing, following a path,
Knowing, that there’s no coming back
By Susan Heron, age 12
True Love
True love will hit you
Like it did to me
True love will hit you
And stick like a flea
True love will hit you
And it will be there forever
True love will hit you
If you’re truly meant to be together
By Jasmine, age 11
Impressions of Life
The sound of singing birds awoke me,
For now humbleness is upon me,
I am deprived from despair,
I am happy.
All nature is upon us,
The impression of life has rested us,
For the moon is closer than you think,
If you rise once more.
A wishing tree has magical prosperities,
Just like peoples insecurities,
So have a dream,
It won’t hurt.
Forever now we rise,
Since temper is now revised,
Keep it from taking over our lives,
As we shall rise once more.
By Jennifer, age 12
*Me,Me,Me *
I love to read and write
To be myself and no one else
Because I’d really hate to be
Anyone but me.
I skip,I dance, I jump,I prance
I do gymnastics too
My friends all say look at you
They like me for the way I am
I look as timid as lamb
Fun is what I do not lack
But I never lose track
This personality is mine
And with me that is mighty fine
Now I’ve told you about me…
A person no one else could be!
By Claire Hutchison
snow queen
sittin in a palace made of ice.
could turn turn ur heart straight to stone.
it makes lookin in a mirror twice as hard.
‘cos what u see staring back is a twisted soul.
so many people have lost themselves.
by being curious and findin out what there really like.
a shard of a mirror can cut deep into the soul.
twist it and scar it for ever more.
the snow queens trapped u.
theres no escape.
only true love can break your chains.
eternity is the word to set u free.
oh yeh eternity and love.
By Kirsty, age 12
Magic
My mum whilst walking through the door
Spilt some magic on the floor
Blobs of this and splots of that
But most of it upon our cat
The cat turned magic straight away
And in the garden went to play
Where it grew two massive wings
And flew around in fancy rings
Oh look cried mother pointing high
I did’nt know our cat could fly!
Then in a dash of tippy tail
Tib turned my mum into a snail
So now she sleeps under a stone
And dusts around all different homes
I’m a ant and dads a mouse
And tibbys living in our house!
By Ella, age 10
broken heart
the whispering mornings
the suskissed afternoons
the hazy summer days
when ponds are still and glassy,
and shimmery fish dart through the clear water.
but i will never have the times i had
with my best friend,
when we laughed, cried, screamed, schemed, all the good things that childhood can bring.
when she and i were like sisters.
now she is in high school,
and i am in junior high.
i am sure that she has forgotten
the times we had together.
i think she has forgotten….me.
By Amelia, age 12
kian
he is dark and handsome, cool and kind,
he makes scarlett feel special.
he loves her, she loves him
he is a gypsy boy who cherishes scarlett but i love him too, though i do not know him his dark looks, his firey wild eyes, his mint breath, but he is scarlett’s to cherish, not mine.
By Amelia, age 12
He Says….
He says, follow the light
And let the dream take hold
Run with the wind
Never let it leave you cold
What good are the words
People throw away
He says, I’ll make it better.
Please stay.
I could have done a thousand things
Yet somehow I knew
It wouldn’t make me any happier
So I followed him
Years later, I still hear his voice
A noise in my head
There without choice.
I can’t remember what we did
On those lazy days
Or why we never talked about TV
But at night when I’m half asleep
Words come back to me.
How he said, follow the light
And let the dream take hold
Run with the wind
Never let it leave you cold.
By Romany, age 11
Love is…
Love is love,
Love is you.
I love love,
So I love you!
By Meghan, age 11
Winter
Winter is really cold
In the winter it is dull and fun
Not all dull there is sometimes snow
Tell me if it snows
Exteremely cold and windy
Remember to wrap up warm.
By Ellie, age 10
Fairy Tale
If only you knew the whole story
The truth behind my tears
When I tried to tell you time after time You would stray.
You filled my heart with glory
Then you walked away.
They told me you liked me
I wanted it to be true
Then you went and broke my heart
Saying things like, ‘It was never meant to be’.
Now Cinderella got her happy ending
She got her lovely guy
According to Shakespeare which am I?
The raven or the dove…
I don’t know which is true.
Now everytime I look at you I wince
I thought you were my charming prince
All I wanted was to be your friend
why did she have to tell? not knowing it would all end. . .
By Katherine, age 12
Lost
His eyes are green and glassy,
His hair is clumped blond with the sea.
He’s tall and strong,
He laughs loud and long.
I love him dearly.
Sam,I am lost without you…
By Helena, age 12
Writing
Writing is a way to let out you true feelings, A way to say things with out actually saying them.
A way to let your imagination just run wild.
Writing is how you make your life complete…
By Kirsty, age 12
SECRET LOVE
My secret love
Is peaceful like a dove
It calms me down
But also winds me up
To know i love him
And when he says he loves me back
I know its just a lie
It makes me cry
And he will just
Put me on the shelf
Because he is in love
With someone else.
By Maggie T, age 10
Red is for…
Red is for the roses,
Anger and heat,
Red’s for the chilli peppers
Some people eat,
The shimmer of the ruby,
The red ink of the pen,
And also for the bright red
Chin of the hen,
Love is in the air,
Anger’s when they swear,
Red is for the rainbow,
The first of all the seven,
Lets say red,
Is some kind of heaven.
By Mimi, age 13
Christmas Poem
Christmas is a time of cheer,
Where the snow falls, that time of year.
The presents are out under the tree,
Smiling faces are full of glee.
You know when it’s this brilliant time,
When the church bells start to chime.
Roasted dinners to eat each night,
Keeping presents secrets with all your might.
The glittery cards all over the house,
And that ancient poem about Santa’s mouse.
By Holly, age 11
Winter
Winter is the best season
And this is my reason
Scarves, snow and stockings
Christmas, calenders and cards,
And much much more
But then theres the bore
Cold, coldsores and coughing
Wind, no warm and wet
There’s hope for us yet,
You either love it or you don’t
You will or you won’t.
By Kayleigh, age 13
Writing
The moon glows like an earthbound angel
Raindrops drip down the window
Like a marathon seeing which one comes first
Smoke floats in the air like an endless
Twining puzzle lingering there.
The air smells like a soft snowy day
At the peak of a mountain, fresh.
The rose petals are like spider webs
Delicate and beautiful, always.
The girl sings as sweetly as a Saturday morning
With doves perched on the window ledge
Snow drifts down to earth like ashes
Scattered in the sea
Clumps of snow stick to the branches
Like chimpanzees wrapped round
The writer types her novel with
A pure heart and inspiration…
By Emma, age 13
Possibilities
His smile is cute and wide,
His hair is dark, but faint as the tide,
His eyes are green, like soft emerald rivers,
His heart his strong, he makes my knees quiver.
He makes me laugh, and blush and giggle,
He’s my best friend, or somthing more,
And when we talk, I feel so free,
Like the world is open to all
Possibility.
By Jane, age 13
A Lucky Dizzy Star!
Dizzy, Dizzy, where are you?
You could be anywhere.
We’ve searched for you in Birmingham,
There are festivals everywhere.
Mouse, Finn, Cat, where are you?
And Leggit too?
Lucky, are you there as well?
I’ve searched all round for you!
Dizzy, Dizzy, we’ve found you…
At last we are together
Lucky, Leggit, Mouse and Cat are fine,
And we two bond forever.
Finn, oh Finn, you’re here at last,
The others are here too,
I’m glad they’re safe, but Finn…
I only have thoughts for you.
By Eidhne, age 11
How Sweet?
Candy, chocolate, sherbet, limes,
All of these may seem sublime.
Wilson, Pratchett and Cassidy to me
Are more yummy than a sweet shop can be!
The smell of the pages, books new and old,
Exciting to treasure as each page unfolds,
Wonders and magic, candy and mint,
Michael Morpurgo will give you a hint,
Stories are chocolate that melt in the mouth
Fantasy, wonderment from the north to the south.
Give me a choice, chocolate or book,
Always, for me, it’s the pages I took.
By Nina
Love ‘n’ Livin’
These two thangs peoples got to find out for dem selves,
Love n Livin’.
Love is like da ocean, its a movin’ thang,
‘N’ it different on all da shores and also in a way its da same.
And livin’ well it comes wit everythang,
Its like a stream
When people throw dirt n rubbish at it it go cloudy
When you let da sea come ‘n’ wash it away
Dats when you’ve found your dreams
‘N’ your freedom to be da person you were made to be.
(modified from Their Eyes Were Watching God)
By AJ, age 14
Anorexic
I see the food before me,
Laden with calories,
The T.V is on,
Skinny models on the runway,
I feel jealous.
One week since I last ate,
I keep throwing up,
My stomach is so flat,
I can’t believe that!!!
I get dizzy spells,
My eyes are black,
I collapse on the floor, WHACK!!!
My mum says, “Eat up love”,
I feel so alone,
But I’m almost there,
Almost like those models,
You can see my ribs,
I’m so thin!!
Why am I really doing this? ,
To beat the bullies,
Be thinner than them,
They’ll never know my true pain…
By Brogan, age 10
I Could Be…
I could be a pilot
flying over the sea
I could be a waitress
serving everyone tea
I could be a doctor
Saving lives
I could be a beekeeper
Taking honey from the hives
I can what I want to be
As long as I get my degree!
By Sorcha
Ghost Of A Rose
The sound of the sea catching
On the rock hard isle,
As if our solitudes were abandoned.
There was a bold rose in eye~catching view,
A rose shining gay,
The scent…
Beautiful.
The passion of a ghost rose
Is like sorrow in a person
Who has unfinished buisness to attend to.
The fiery glory,
Fiery revenge is sweet,
But it is not giving up that takes over.
By Jennifer, age 12
Writing
Writing is feelings, put into words
Writing is movement, captured with pencils
Writing is you, placed on the paper
Writing is everything
And anything you want it to be.
By Megan, age 10
Autumn
Everything is going to sleep,
The flowers are starting to die,
A sharp wind is howling through the streets,
Disrupting everyone,
The prickly hedgehog has disappeared,
And the rain is making everything wet,
Golden brown and crispy leaves,
Are sparkling in what’s left of the sun,
Conker matches are coming back into season,
Whilst others heave on welly boots,
And jump into piles of leaves,
Making them explode.
Fireworks are lighting up the night sky,
And people stop to watch,
But soon it’s all gone,
And winter takes over…
by Jamie, age 11
Scarlett
Scarlett looks like a pretty name,
with a pretty pesonality too!,
a pretty colour for a pretty girl,
I bet you wish that was you!
But I think you’d better change your mind,
because Scarlett’s not quite how you’d think,
she’s not a quiet girl whose favourite thing is pink,
her hair is red like fire,
her eyes like the blazing sun!
she pulls faces when people aren’t looking,
plays tricks on people for fun!
Her little sisters Ruby and Rose,
Rose is a writer, Ruby’s a pose,
they’re 6 years old but devils in training,
they’re cute and mischievous,
they splash in puddles when it’s raining!
Back to Scarlett I’m sad to say,
but we’d have to go there anyway,
Scarlett’s rude,
Scarlett’s mardy,
but deep deep down she still loves barbie,
she’s still that little quiet girl,
sometimes she can be how you think,
that little girl whose favourite thing is pink.
By Charlie-Dawn Sadler, age 10
Scarlett
Scary but cool,
Careful but crazy,
Angry and mad,
Red hair,
Left stranded,
Exciting and sad,
Tearing love…
The book that cried.
By Eilidh Quigg, age 10
Secret Emo
I am scared to admit I want
to be an EMO
I luv their fashion
and MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE
GREEN DAY
I want smokey eye make up
and a long black fringe…
Will i get bullied???
By Zoe, age 11
Cathy Cassidy
cathy’s books are the best,
the best i’ve ever read,
i’ll read them any where,
on a boat, the train, the shed
i love to melt into a book,
more than an ice cream sundae,
your books just make all my worries,
zap poof! they go away!
so i’ll finish this,
with a “cathy is the best”
she is so much better,
better than the rest!!!
By Sasha, age 12
Life
Life is a blank canvas
Paint it like you want
A work of art, a creative dream
Life isn’t always what it seems.
Colours of the rainbow, black and white
Boring and plain or bold and bright
Exciting and exotic all round
Going under… please don’t drown!
We are who we are
Whether we’re lively or dull
We have to see past
That thick, boney skull.
People are different
So say what you say
Because we should take action
And today is the DAY!!!
By Brog, age 10
Jasmine
Beautiful,
Imaginative,
Unpredictable,
Impressive,
Popular,
Special,
Devoted ,
Unique,
Determine,
Intelligent,
Loving,
Jasmine.
By Zoe, age 11
Twilight Midsummer
My twilight midsummer nights..
the memory lasts forever..
in the back of my yard..
i see stars of hope..
gleaming at me..
positive thoughts shower on me..
and i dream of a life of faith ahead of me..
i dream and dream and awake..
seeing my life was a dream..
i am now no more..
i have vanished off the face of the earth..
i am gone..
By Jess, age 10
Love
I look at her…
She looks at me.
I smile at her…
She smiles at me.
It’s so lovely.
She smells so sweet,
She looks so fine.
I think I’m in love…
For the very first,
And very last time.
By Luke, age 12
Books
i wrote a little poem to say
i love your books in every way
they cheer me up when i am sad
and help me too, and make me glad
cathy c i’m happy you write
‘coz in the darkness, you’re my light!
By Kate, age 12
Time For Tea
Time for tea, Mister Tom,
The moon is up and the sun is gone .
The buns are hot the night is cold
Please come home, i’m getting old.
Tom, Tom, where have you gone?
By Jessica, age 11
Broken Heart
You have never known…
What it’s like to feel as if
You’re not needed any longer,
Like you don’t matter.
You have never known…
How it aches to watch as
Your life and soul crumble away,
Like a collapsing building.
You have never known…
The fear I feel when you walk away
Into oblivion,
And to know you’re never coming back.
You have never felt the way I have…
Like an anchor plummeting
To the floor of the ocean in my stomach.
I feel my face turn as white as snow;
As cold as ice,
My heart slowly stop beating…
Because I know what’s happening next.
You have never felt the way I have…
To know that life as you know it
Is coming to an end,
And I envy you for it.
By Maille Rose Noonan, age 12
Cathy
C is for cool
A is for arty
T is for Tangfastic
H is for Happy
Y is for you’re the best
By Georgie, age 10
Scarlett
Scarlett looks like a pretty name,
with a pretty pesonality too!,
a pretty colour for a pretty girl,
I bet you wish that was you!
But I think you’d change you’re mind,
because Scarlett’s not quite how you’d think,
she’s not a little quiet girl
whose favourite thing is pink,
her hair is red like fire,
her eyes like the blazing sun!,
she pulls faces when people aren’t looking,
plays tricks on people for fun!
Scarlett’s rude,
Scarlett’s mardy,
but deep, deep down she still loves barbie,
she’s still that little quiet girl,
sometimes she can be how you think,
she could be that little girl who’s favourite thing is pink.
By Charlie-Dawn Sadler, age 10
Long Gone Winter
when i say ‘long gone winter’,
do i mean the crystal fairies,
or the snow covered miliking dairies?
do i mean the christmas carols ?
or the sweet filled barrels of honey?
i am waiting and waiting ,
for the icy weather,
will it come with icy feathers?
i’ll wait for the christmas mentors,
i’ll wait for the long gone winter!
By Sama, age 12
Lies
When I say I’m okay,
It means I’m depressed
When I say I’m doing nothing,
It means it’s none of your business
When I say I don’t care,
It means I care with all my heart
When I say it’s boring,
It means I don’t want you to think I’m interested.
When I say I love you,
It means I’m probably being honest for once.
By Kitty, age 13
Books
Sent to my room
For doing something wrong
feeling down,
bored and alone,
something catches my eye.
I sit down in the corner,
Smile and start to read.
Because when you’re down,
Cathy’s the only thing you need!!
By Jess, age 11
Topaz
She came like like a whirlwind,
Took us all by surprise.
Hypnotised us
With her devilish charm,
And that fiery look in her eyes.
But now she’s gone, in a puff of smoke,
Never to return,
But in this place,
For evermore,
Her spirt will burn…and burn…
By Ruth McQueeney, age 10
You & Me
I have always loved you,
Since the day out eyes met.
If only i could be two years older,
‘Cos for you it’s wierd.
But why do you always want me,
And talk to me alone?
And how come you smile at me?
Is it really because you care?
But though I know we can’t be true.
No-one ever loved me,
Not as much as you.
By Miranda, age 11
Lucky Star
The book is great,
The characters are
Funny, cool but mad,
Some parts may be sad,
Mouse, Cat, Dizzy and Finn,
Find out more by reading…
Lucky Star!
By Amber-Rose, age 13
Wee Friendly Dug
wee friendly dug
that runs around wit cantrips
get doon get doon, im no yer master
hoots gang hame i didnie ken ye
wits yer name?
i like the way ye cock ure lug
wee friendly dug
By Heather McNeill, age 11
Only One of Me
There is only one of me
And as you can see
I’m far from normal
I have red hair
I say lifes unfair
I have my own brand.
I give a statement globally
Because i’m me
Do what you like
I’m on strike…
Because of bullies.
Listen to what I say…
The bullies will pay!
By Rebecca Carter, age 11
Winter
Winter is white and pale.
She can make you smile or wail
Because you cannot go outside.
She’s a bride in a pale veil.
By Scarlett, age 13
Love
For that moment…
Time stands on end.
For that moment…
Hope never dies away.
For that moment…
I feel warm, safe, and like nothing else matters.
For that moment…
I feel as if we are at world peace.
Just for that moment…
While I am in your arms.
By Maille Rose Noonan, age 12
Bedlam
I need a place to hide.
I need a place to close my eyes.
I need a place to stop and think,
To understand.
Why the world is such a mess,
Why time goes so fast.
Why you can’t turn back time,
To stop bad things happening.
Why you can’t just stop time altogether,
Just for a little while, to clear your head.
Why life is not the rollercoaster ride of fun
That everyone says it is.
It’s a rollercoaster ride, alright, and it starts off fun,
But it stops when you’re halfway through a loop-the-loop,
So your world is turned upside down.
Is there someone who actually knows all this?
Someone to help me understand?
I beleive there is. I have so many questions.
Why I can’t see the moon or the stars?
Why I can’t trust anyone ?
Why I can’t seem to smile anymore?
Why is no one is making a sound?
Why has it all gone silent?
I hope this is death, ‘cos life can’t be much better…
By Madeleine, age 11
Glow Worm
I wish I was a glow worm,
A glow worm’s never glum.
‘Cos every time you’re feeling sad,
The sun shines out your bum!
By Zoe, age 13
I Believe in Love
I believe in love
And nobody can change that
I knew that you and me were meant to be
I want to tell the world
But I’m afraid that they won’t listen
So this is my message to you
I believe in love
You and me
Spend our lives together
I believe in love
You and me
Don’t you see?
I believe in love
You and me
Now do you get it?
By Megan, age 10
Best Friend
a best friend is someone made of chocolate,
Someone who cares,
Someone who helps you
And someone who shares.
A best friend is thoughtful, creative and fun,
A best friend is just like a currant bun.
By Niamh, age 13
Empty
Some times I get the feeling,
That everything I want to think, feel, and do,
Is trapped inside of me,
Like I know what to say,
But can’t find the words,
And when the tears fill up inside me,
They never come.
So I pick up a pen and some paper,
And think of the right words,
Try to tell a story,
Write a poem,
But nothing,
All I see is a plain sheet of paper in front of me,
So I close my eyes and let go of the anger and pain,
And my hand closes around the end of a book.
It’s by Cathy Cassidy,
And after a while I pick up the pen,
And the words flow like water onto the page,
Because I know what to say,
So if you are lost for words and ideas,
Dive into a book and let it flow!
Go Cathy!!
By Elizabeth, age 11
A Sense of Snow
The snow is a frozen woman,
The snow gets out of bed,
The snow puts on it’s clothes,
And then runs outside instead.
The snow is as sparkly as diamond earrings,
But the snow reforms itself,
The snow likes to go out and sing,
And the snow enjoys itself.
The snow is like a white fluffy scarf,
The way it goes down your neck,
The snow swooshes silently,
But then it flies away.
The snow goes crinch, crunch, crunch,
But then it melts again,
The snow goes splash, spalsh, splash,
And you never greet it again.
By Elsa Leslie, age 13
Waiting
Waiting, waiting,
The day will go on,
Must get out of here,
For I must be gone
School is boring,
Rather be writing,
Oh yawn!
FINALLY!
Schools out!
By Jane, age 9
Love
I breathe in your soft sweet scent,
As I’m resting my head on your chest.
You repeat that your love for me is never ending.
As I walk away you pull me back,
I fall into your arms,
It feels so pleasant and felt so heavenly.
Oh, I love you so much.
You finally give me permission to get up, You follow and we walk into the distance.
Holding hands and skipping
Through the park,
I feel like the happiest girl alive.
People stop and stare at our happiness,
I just smile and carry on with my day.
We walk to the park and I feel as though The weight of the world has been taken off my shoulders.
I’m in love.
By Anon1, age 13
You
Well im sittin in maths thinkin what to do.
Sittin in maths thinkin of you.
Wonder if you like me, wonder if you care.
Wonder if u like the way i’ve done my hair.
But in every love there is a problem.
I see the way u get on with her
It makes me a green goblin.
I may be wrong, i just cant stop my self.
The ay im obsessin over u
Can’t be good for my health.
I no that she likes u
I no that u no two.
And i no u don’t like her that way
I just got to be sure, too.
She’s my bff and she said she liked u first.
I just dunno what to do
I feel like i am cursed.
help me… someone help me…
can u?
By Kirsty, age 12
Fairy Tale Future
Where houses are gingerbread
Where eggs sit on walls
Where sheep are lost
Where the egg falls
where dolls come alive
Where swans turn to princesses
Where spirits fly
Where horses go by
Where the grass is sherbet
Where rag turn to riches
Where little girls work all day long
What happy ending
Will finish this song?
Charlotte, age 12
Just Me?
When I look at you my heart pumps quickly
my hands go clammy
and I feel sickly
When I look at you my face starts flushing
my tummy feels funny
and I start blushing
When I look at you I think,
“Do you feel it too?”
is this love?
or is it just me and not you?
Toni, age 13
Jimmy
Jimmy
i LOVE you
you cant see me
i LOVE you
we are not alike
i LOVE you
please see me
i LOVE you
Zoe, age 11
Miss Teddy
This is a story ‘bout a teddy bear,
He jumped up into the air,
He grew wings and flew around,
Now he’s safely on the ground!
“Oh Miss Teddy is your teddy missing?”
“No, please listen, I think he’s gone fishing,
He’s gone fishing for our afternoon-tea,
I hope he’s saved some fish for me!”
Teddy throws his rod on the ground,
Then he has a quick look around,
“I caught a honey-fish just for us,
I hope you don’t mind I came back on the bus!
Rebekah, age 10
Sing
Sing to me, I’ll sing to you,
for you love my singing,
yes, it’s true!
Sing high, sing low,
sing middle range,
sing soft, sing loud,
but no key change!
Sing here, sing there,
sing lone in the night,
sing right, sing left,
sing heavy, or light.
Sing shallow, sing deep,
sing into the day,
or sing as you rest your head, or lay.
The sweetness of words,
come easily, it’s true,
so sing, sing, sing,
to someone,
or you!
Marisa, age 9
Second Chance
When Aurora found her boyfriend
Sneaking out with another girl,
She immediately left him
In search of someone new,
And even better.
Along the way
Down her long and lonely path of life,
She came across a boy her age
Named Eric.
With his honey-comb hair,
Sky-blue crystal eyes and freckles
Measured perfectly across his face,
He seemed more god than boy.
Could this be Aurora’s second chance?
Maille Rose, age 12
Cathy
Cathy is her name
Writing is her game
Always cheers me up
When I get her book
Today I thought, hey
I’ll dedicate this poem to her
Her books are so cool
They make you drool
You won’t put them down
Cathy wears the crown!
Maddie, age 10
Summer Is Long Gone
summer was only yesterday
but you will find the sun has gone away
it went so far like it flew to Mars
and got trapped in a gigantic jar!
it was only sunny yesterday
and now the clouds swarm today
yesterday the sun was bright
the sun’s rays were warm and sweet
now it’s so bare I can just only stop and stare
and I really, really, really care
so you see
It feels like summer is long gone
but never mind…
I just sit reading sundae girl!
Stevie, age 9
Imagine You Being So Rich!
Imagine you being so rich!
With your new glam bestie
So why did you ditch?
You might catwalk on the red carpet
And get lifts in your sleek black Limousine
It only happened through one lucky yellow ticket
So how did this nightmare make you so mean?
You are turning into a showoff,
Wearing fake tan and throwing fancy parties,
You just met ‘The Hoff’,
Who told you to take a gamble
It won’t do any harm,
Pity though,
You took a big gamble and lost it all,
You have now felt alarmed,
That you will never shop at the Mall,
And you now know,
I won’t ever be here for you again.
Morgan, age 14
Box of Jewels
Upon the smooth silky summers sand
Laid a dusty box ready to be opened
By the touch of my hand
Inside the Golden box
Laid shining bright Gold
Which must have been left
As it’s turning to mould
Sapphire, emerald, ruby and diamond
All sit together like they are forming a bond
The box of jewels is precious and fragile
When should I take them?
In just a while…
Morgan, age 14
Abuse
I don’t know why,
I don’t know how,
I’d rather die,
than be where I am right now,
I stumble away,
I’m trying to run,
I wish today had never begun,
he forced me to live,
I life I didn’t want to,
I would never give,
a secretive small clue,
I stabbed in the numbers,
with shaking hands,
I wanted to tell them about his plans,
they asked me what he had done,
0800 1111,
I didn’t say,
that he had hit me,
or what he wanted me to be,
I bottled it up,
inside my soul,
but it was covered
As black as coal…
Dizzy, age 12
The Black Knight
You came to me and saved me
From a land that was forgotten
A lonely empty space
Where no cotton fields grew
No friendly faces crossed my path
Empty spaces filled my life
You filled the empty spaces
And made me fall for you
You were my knight in shining armour
Who banished all my fears
Previous nights I spent alone
I was reduced to tears
Then you filled my dismal dreams
With love’s blinding rays
Which brightened up the lonely space
And shone through all my days
But presently the novelty began to wear
And you saw a princess
Beautiful with shining golden hair
And eyes that glittered
As the tears upon my face
You soon forgot the lonely town
And left the damsel in distress
For a princess, with a pretty flowing dress
And silver crown, serene.
My knight in shining armour left me for a queen
My dreams were dismal once again
The sunshine switched. To rain
You left me for the princess in the silver crown
Left me to thrive alone in the lonely,
Forgotten ghost town
Of what used to be
But slowly I regained the power to see
You armour is tarnished,
Your knighthood is pretence
But the grass is always greener
On my side of the fence
Your castle is crumbling
And your horse is but an ass
Your shield is badly dented
And you’re left with half a lance
You blinded me with a glaring light
Then left me for a queen
I hope she will have second sight
And come to the friendly town of peace
Where the grass
is always
green
Gemma, age 15
Muffins
Muffins are o so sweet
It is a great snack or treat
Mmm… are those muffins ready?
Hold your horses and be steady.
o but that smell!
that wonderful smell!
blueberry yum!
chocolate chip yum!
all the different flavors of muffins
are in my oven!
i cannot wait!
i cannot hesitate!
i shouldn’t.
i couldn’t.
only one minute left!
tic. toc. tic. toc. ding!
finally out of the oven!
they’re so delicious and warm!
muffins are a special treat.
that is what i love to eat.
Karissa, age 12
Lucky Star
Mouse is proud of his graffiti art,
But when he meets Cat they’re never apart,
When they are sad they cheer each other up,
They saved poor wee Lucky,
Made him a happy pup,
But when the druggies get involved,
It is pretty clear something is about to fall,
When the Phoenix is burnt to ash,
What a pain it is to the staff,
Will it all change
When Mouse reunites with Dizzy and Finn?
It is a game of Cat and Mouse,
Who will win?
Sally, age 11
Love
There is a time,
Where everything is bathed in gold,
Where people float above the clouds,
Where everything smells fresh and sweet,
Where all words have a meaning.
There is a place,
Where the lucky ones stay,
And the unlucky come and go,
I wish I could have stayed,
In that fairytale place.
There is a world,
Where a fickle queen rules,
She decides who leaves and stays,
She can be cruel and lock you heart inside,
Sometimes i still beg her to let me free,
And let me forget about that beautiful world.
Alex, age 13
Please, Mum, Stop!
i know she loves me
but she dosen’t have to surround me.
when she tucks me in at night
she dosen’t let go,
it’s like she doesn’t want me to grow up.
A small fish in a big pond.
please mum, stop!
Charlotte, age 11
Characters…
Here is their entry:
Carter’s COOL,
Kristina’s HOT
Jude’s PRETTY
Mum is too
Dad’s kind of weird and whacky,
gran and grandad are crazy too
Victoria’s NICE,
Nuala’s FUN
Hannah’s GREAT
Joey’s FUNKY
Kit’s funny
Paul’s SMART
Jed and Eva WORRY TOO
MUCH
Scarlett’s PUNKY
Kian’s SWEET
Indigo’s TRUSTWORTHY
DIZZY and Misty are CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!
Sophia , age 8
He smiles
He smiles at me
And my heart skips a beat.
He smiles at me
And it feels so sweet.
He smiles at me
And the clouds turn to sun,
He smiles at me
And even Maths is fun.
He smiles at me
And I know it’s forever…
But he’s my teacher,
This can’t happen,
Never.
Charlie, age 14
Daydreaming
When you daydream,
You can almost feel
A barrier protecting you
And releasing all the lies,
The hurt and the broken promises.
Then you are free to think about
Your secrets and your love.
You can daydream about all the nights out
With the boy you love.
You can dream all the dreams
You’ve not dared to dream
And think the thoughts
You’ve never dared to think.
When you love someone,
You can always daydream
Into your perfect world
And have everything
You could ever want.
I daydream about
The most important person in my life.
Savana, age 10
Somebody
Somewhere there is someone
Who dreams of your smile,
And finds in your presence
That life is worthwhile,
So when you are lonely,
Remember it’s true:
Somebody, somewhere,
Is thinking of you!
Imi, age 13
Different
Different but special
I sit in school dreaming all day,
Just to pass the time away.
In Maths the numbers multiply,
I get them wrong even if I try.
In English the words all swash together,
I stare at my shoes which are made of leather.
I think of where they have come from,
All the journeys they’ve been on.
I stare outside at all the trees,
I look at my paper, was it made of these?
I guess I’m learning every day,
In my own very special way.
Zainah, age 12
Evil Hamsters
Every night they visit you
Every night they come
And bit by bit they steal your brain,
And feed it to their mum!
Zoe Macaroni, age 11
You
I love you like I had never dreamed
Things weren’t the way they seemed
Your hair was soft
Memories of you are in the loft
Your eyes were dark and warm
I think about you in my dorm
Our love was nice and breezy
You made loving you seem so easy.
But now you’re gone
And everything’s wrong.
I know you left because you had to
Was it what you wanted to do?
Loving you is like a maze
Better than any awkward phase.
Loving you.
Is what gets me through.
I love you and you love me, too.
Sonibel, age 11
My Life
i look out my window,
on such a misty day,
to see only rain as i waste
seconds of my life away,
they say I’m spoilt ,
but they don’t know,
i live another life
so what do they know?
It’s my life,
and I’ll live it,
how i want
the anger is full inside,
but all i want to do is cry
cry and run but after all,
of this you know your life’s ok,
you can do something,
so it won’t waste away.
Rebecca, age 13
Holiday
Life is boring without Katie,
But I’m not going to ruin her holidays,
She’s visiting her grandparents for Christmas,
Somewhere abroad, I can’t remember where…
I collapse onto a chair and turn on the TV,
It’s the news.
On the screen is a pile of smashed up wood,
Ruined buildings, a disaster zone,
There’s a sign saying “Paradise beach”
I don’t panic yet.
All I know is that Katie’s grandparents
Live by a place called Paradise Beach
Surely there must be loads of beaches called that.
I listen to the reporter,
“Last night at about 11 o’clock millions were killed
As a tsunami hit Paradise Beach in…”
Oh yeh, that’s where Katie was.
Zoe, age 12
Family of Man
God made us black,
God made us white,
No one will know which one is right.
Our skin shouldn’t set us apart…
We are all the same,
In our heart!
Harriet, age 13
People
I think I know them,
But I don’t.
I believe them!
I trust them!
I honour them!
BUT…
I do not love them.
There is always something
You do not like about someone,
And sometimes it stops you loving them.
Is there someone you believe, trust & honour,
But can’t love because something stops you?
Follow your head sometimes,
Because your heart might be wrong!!!!
Lauren, age 12
Boys
White, black
Tall, small
Hot, horrible
Good, bad
We girls know nothing about them,
But the thing is –
Why do they make us feel
The most wonderful girl (som
Like a silly, small, miserable ant
In their big, marvelous world.
WHY? OH, WHY?
Eugenia, age 11
A Triplet
Not one, not me.
No individuality,
We’re always a set of 3.
Not a single, not alone,
The same age, but not a clone.
I’m different I always try to say.
I may have been born on the same day.
Never going to be just me,
Always us. A set of three.
A triplet….
I’ve never seen one before!
We’re not a novelty item in a store.
We may be different but not totally weird,
I’m not an alien girl. I don’t have a beard.
Christmas cards, birthdays too,
The triplets that’s who it’s addressed too
I wished once I could be a single child.
Then I turned round and I smiled.
To Julia, Happy BIRTHDAY!
Maybe I am me.
Not just the triplet .
NOT a set of three.
Julia, age 11
Dream
Just let me dream for tonight,
Until I wake up it will be alright
I can dance among the stars
All night long
Don’t think of morning
When it will all be gone
Goodbye my dreams, I wish I could stay,
But I need to face another day
But until the night,
Asleep are all women and men,
In the darkness I can dream again.
Chloe, age 11
Backstabber
Me and her were best friends .
I thought we’ll be together till the end.
But I …was wrong.
For so long I should’ve known…
She was doing stuff behind my back
I knew I was doomed
She stole my true love…
I saw her out with him
Laughing, smiling and kissing him.
I hate them both.
They can get married and have a math whizz kid.
I don’t care, she has sunk so low.
He has blown every chance of anyone liking him.
I would rather anything
Then see a two-faced backstabber.
Kristina, age 13
The Amazon
In the rainforest, under the sun
You will see monkeys having fun…
Swinging from tree to tree,
On the lianas for you to see.
In the rainforest the emergents are tall
Leaves do not ever fall
Thin soils because of this
Autumn is a thing they miss.
In the rainforest the sun is hot
That could could cause some plants to rot
While you’re there you’ll surely see
Plenty of sights for you and me.
Kirsty Dunbar, age 12
Secret Place
I could be flying high or down below
Doesn’t matter where I go
As long as I’m with you
By email or letter
But seeing you would be better
So let’s find a secret place,
Just you and me…
Lock the door and throw away the key.
Ceri, age 11
Scared
My heart is beating,
So fast,
How long will this chase last?
Teenagers dressed in black…
Why can’t they cut
A little bit of slack?
They’re so dark…
They’re so mean…
I think I’m going to scream!
Emily, age 10
Freedom
Wouldn’t it be great
If all of us had freedom?
No more worries,
No more war,
No more work at all.
No more slyness,
No more school,
No more secrets anymore.
No more greed,
No more guilt,
No more gloominess at all.
No more cruelty,
No more covetousness (jealousy),
No more crying anymore.
Instead of pain,
Let there be peace.
But if everyone had freedom,
There would be no meaning in life,
Nothing to teach,
No goals to reach.
Everyone and everything,
A misery of boredom.
They would be driven to death itself.
So that is why there is no freedom,
In this desolate land we call Earth.
Karyna, age 12
You
I don’t know why I told you
Or why you won’t say it, too…
But…
I love you!
Zoe, age 11
Just the way I Am….
I can be happy
And I can be sad
I can be good
And I can be bad
I can be Quiet
I can be loud
I can embarrass you
Or make you proud
I can be funny
I can be lazy
I can be moody
I can be crazy
I can be nice
I can be mean
I can be dirty
I can be clean
I can laugh,
I can Smile,
I can cry… but hey!
That’s just the way I am!
Katy Flood, age 13
Too Late
Trying to forget.
The broken promises
The heartache and the pain.
You love him.
You can’t still love him…
Not after what he did!
You try to forgive
Try, plead with yourself,
Wish on a star,
Please let it start again
Please, Please.
You can’t let him fade away.
You can’t carry on like this.
You make the decision
It wears you away
You can’t bear it.
NO
You tell yourself….
It’s too late,
He had his chance.
It’s too late.
Emily, age 12
Dizzy
Dizzy
Can’t make up my mind.
Everything’s blurry.
No direction, no hope, nothing.
Your heads whirling,
Need to decide.
Everyone’s relying on you
But you are relying on them.
Can’t think, can’t breathe.
The world’s spinning.
I’m dizzy.
Soph & Emii, age 13
Love
You’re prince charming
But that little bit more
I’ve been thinking about you
Since you knocked on my door…
I didn’t believe in love till it happened to me
But it’s sure to leave you dizzy!
Sonibel, age 11
Weather of Mass Destruction…
I stood in the graveyard watching the storm.
The trees were bent over my head
Like giant leaf shields.
I looked all around me,
My whole town was deserted
Whiplashing my arms.
I lay down and went to sleep.
Sophie Pickup, age 12
Horses
Horses run through the wind
Like a bird in the sky
And softly stop
With the sound of your voice
As you say
‘Come here!’
And he comes…
Katherine, age 11
If You’re Not the One….
If you’re not the one,
Then why does my heart feel glad today?
If you’re not the one
Then how does my hand fill yours this way?
I don’t want to run away
But you just don’t understand,
If I’m not made for you,
Then why does my heart tell me that I am?
If I don’t need you,
Then why do I always cry in bed,
If I don’t need you,
Why does your name keep repeating itself
In my head?
Why don’t you understand that I need you?
Why did you go so soon?
Please come back,
Because I can’t live without you.
Haleemah, age 11
My Loss
My loss.
I loved him like no other
I cried for him
Loved him
Trusted him
Needed him
And helped him,
But he didn’t feel the same way.
My love nearly disappeared
But now it is back
And all I can say is
That he was
My loss…
Rachel, age 13
Love, Sweet Love!
I looked into your eyes
and I knew,
No one was for me except you,
Your eyes so bright,
Your lips so soft,
could it be true?
Your smile so sweet,
The best person I could ever meet,
I knew that then,
I know it now,
You were something
No one could beat.
Love, sweet love….
Georgie, age 10
Friend
a friend will not talk bad about you,
and will never lie.
friends are always there for you,
if you need to cry.
friends will be there for you,
through thick and through thin.
when the whole world walks out on you,
a friend will walk in.
Shruti, age 13
Different
we are all different,
we all love,
we all dream,
that’s our stuff,
what you do,
makes you. you,
what we see,
is what we believe,
friends are family,
they rule our life,
for good and bad,
what you do,
is what you want,
don’t let people,
control you,
you are what we all love to see,
so please don’t change
that’s from me…
Kerrie-Anne, age 12
Me & You!
I think you are awesome
Yes, I do!
I think you are groovy
You should be in a movie!!
I think you are awesome
Yes, I do
When I grow up
I want to be just like you!!!
Myah, age 10
My Friend
Her blonde hair leaks
In the bare blue world,
Her facial expressions
Lighten up the dark places.
Ciara, age 10
Invisible
Invisible
In your eyes
My mind is an open book.
So why don’t you read me?
I am putty in your hands
So why don’t you need me?
Hannah Robinson, age 13
Driftwood – Hannah
She sees something no one else can
Something buried down inside of me
She understands.
She’s different from everyone else
Special, unqiue and pure
She understands.
She’ll sit for hours as I paint her
“The invisble girl” she says, but not to me
She understands.
Big wide eyes and shiny dark hair
I’ll love her till the day I die
She understands.
Hannah.
Sarah, age 12
*First Love *
My first love,
That was you,
That was us,
Now look,
Smiles, giggles, blushing, dreaming,
A distant memory,
I trusted you,
I believed in you,
I loved you,
Did you ever feel the same?
But I’ve had too many lies,
Too many secrets,
Too many fights,
I was just a little girl in love,
I told you everything,
I gave you everything,
Now I realise how silly I was to give away my heart,
Tears are all I have for you now,
My first love.
Anon, aged 14
Reality
In reality the girl wouldn’t take
The cool boy back
After he broke her heart.
That is why they did part.
Why is it the cool boy couldn’t
Keep his promise to her???
It is so cruel and unfair
They have been a pair.
That’s why she didn’t take him back
She won’t take him back and that’s that!!!
Rebecca Carter, aged 11
*Problems *
Everyone has them
Though they wish they hadn’t.
They can be sad.
They can be bad.
There is no cure that’s magic,
Even when there really tragic.
But you know that
When you talk to them
Things always seem more fair…
You know people care.
Rebecca Carter, aged 11
Love
Feelings so strong , so deep yet they must be hidden ,
Every second I see you with her is torture for me,
Nobody knows how much I long to be in your arms,
And have you say those words to me,
I guess this is what love feels like,
When I am around you I feel like a shadow,
Like nothing at all,
I wish you could see me,
I wish you know how I felt,
I wish you understood,
I wish someone understood,
I wish so, so much,
I know I’m wishing for the impossible,
Waiting for something that’s never going to come,
Maybe it will,
Maybe one day,
I can’t count on maybe,
I can’t wait forever,
But I can love forever.
Anon, aged 13
Dreams
I can always get lost in a dream,
Just switch off to everything else,
Live in a another world,
Forget everything,
All the pain,
All the secrets,
All the lies,
None of that matters,
None of that even exists,
Not in my dreams,
Sometimes I don’t even realise I’m dreaming,
Sometimes its so easy to believe in dreams,
But dreams never last,
I wish they did,
I know I can’t pretend forever,
But it makes things easier,
Just to imagine its all perfect for a while,
But sooner or later the truth comes out,
The dream just slips away and is forgotten,
I must return to reality,
Where not every thing is perfect ,
But its OK,
Because I can still dream,
I can still imagine,
And the real world doesn’t have to be dull,
There’s always magic in real life,
It’s just a little harder to find.
Zoe, aged 11
Happy
I would love to be happy for ever more
Always smiling and jumping about
But then again…
If I were always happy
There would be no life
and if there were no life
There would be no people…
Sarah B, aged 12
Useless
as useless as. . .
an umbrella when its sunny
as crisps without the packet
a comedian without the funny
as tennis without the racket
as useless as . . .
a rainbow without the pot of gold
as a book without the pages
as the hot without the cold
and as history without the ages
as useless as. . .
the cupboard without the door
as the bracelet without a wrist
as a room without the floor
and as a crime story without a twist
as useless as . . .
a pencil without the lead
as a lock without a key
as a sandwich without the bread
and as the honey without the bee.
as useless as . . .
the winter without the snow
as the bag without the pocket
as the fire without the glow
as a plug without a socket.
Ellie Dineen, aged 12
Bullied
You look in the wrong direction,
You’re pinned against a wall.
A jeering group of bullies,
Make you feel so small!
You try to stand up straight,
But your legs are like jelly,
You try hard not to cry,
But there’s a flutter in your belly!
Trapped in a corner,
Fear kicks in,
Try your hardest to escape,
But they laugh with an evil grin!
When you manage to get away,
Tears prick your eyes,
You find yourself a sobbing mess,
You’re fed up of all the lies!
Sarah Picton, aged 14
Driftwood
Alone,
scared,
angry,
frustrated,
its ok to be different,
don’t let anyone tell you its not,
stand out from the crowd,
dye your hair green!
wear a bin bag miniskirt to school!
put you hair in hedgehog spikes,
hang a picture of yourself for all to see,
be who you want to be,
(driftwood is the best story ever!! )
Zoe, aged 11
Signs of Witches
Night arrives, the darkness creeps.
Cackles echo, green frogs leap.
The sound of thunder in the air.
Lightning striking everywhere.
In their cave beyond the hill.
Their chanting happening still.
Their straggly hair, their warted face,
Wearing a black gown, the bodice lace.
Their jet black cauldron, leg of frog,
Whiskers of cat, tongue of dog.
As the sun begins to rise.
The darkness disappears from the skies.
They make a spell and off they fly.
They’re gone ‘till nightfall – say goodbye.
Bethany Oliver, aged 11
Friends…
A good friend is like a bra… makes you look good, supports you and stays close to your heart!
Meadhbh, age 12
Indigo
Sweet indigo blue, always so true.
But one night she knew
Her mum and her ex were through.
With her mum depressed,
Her sister in a mess,
Indigo had to confess…
Aisha was shocked
Her friendship has been knocked.
Her life is messed, everyone’s stressed,
She feels scared and unprepared
For everything she’s been through.
Is Ian the man who can bring a light
Into their crazy life?
Or is this another disaster waiting to burst?
Maybe this could be a first!
Felicity, age 10
Scarlett
Scarlett
A girl misunderstood…
A girl who needs
To keep her head up.
Dreams can come true,
For her, me or you…
Talia, age 10
Smile
You make my toes curl
You make me crinkle my nose
You make me smile
Even though i won’t admit it,
i want you to stay for a while.
I like to pretend I’m apathetic about you
But ever since that one little smile
I’m wondering if you feel the same way too…
Alex S, age 13
Falling In Love
I think I’ve fallen in love,
Every time I see him,
My heart starts to flutter,
Every time I hear him,
My hands turn to butter.
Everyday he skates to school,
I’d love to be like him,
Everyday he never falls,
I just know I’d be too dim.
I think I’ve fallen in love,
I wear lots of make-up,
And cute mini skirts,
Also there’s revealing tops,
Nothing like a shirt.
He’s never asked me out,
Not even on a date,
He doesn’t even think of me,
As a reliable mate.
I think I’ve fallen in love,
But why won’t he see me,
I want him to ask me out,
I’ve tried different poses,
Ones with a pout.
I love him so much,
But he doesn’t love me,
Lets go out together,
Just you and me.
Bethany E, age 12
Evil
That wicked smile,
That evil grin,
Drew me in.
Why did you lie?
Every night I cry,
For the life we could have had.
I reach for the knife,
A quick swipe.
I end my life.
A new life begins,
One fraught wth no sins,
But heavy with guilt,
Burdened forever upon my hilt.
So should you ever need some love,
You’ll find me up above…
Sophie, age 11
How To Ride a Bicycle….
Head to a bicycle store,
near the shore.
Choose one that’s elegant,
make sure its not as big as an elephant.
Take it to your backyard.
It’s not that hard.
Sit on the seat and place your feet,
on the pedal where it can settle.
Slowly pedal forward,
without going backward.
You’ll be fit,
but don’t worry about it.
Try not to fall, and most of all,
don’t hit a wall.
Munira, age 13
READ
R is for Reading
E is for Everything
A is for Anything and
D is for Daydreaming,
in class, thinking,
“When is reading time?”
Sheena, age 11
Moving House
I’m moving house
and have lost my pet mouse
mum’s going spare
the curtains will tear
I’m going to secondary school…
which sounds awfully cool!
Meghan, age 11
Tornado
A mysterious, mesmerizing whirl of destruction.
The eye of the beast awaits me.
Maladroit, stumbling spins of jeopardy.
The eye of the beast awaits me
Edging closer and closer,
That hypnotic power of the tempest.
The eye of the beast awaits me.
Exasperated gasps if the living, and its works.
The eye of the beast awaits me.
Greedily capturing inauspicious objects
In its path of egocentricity.
The eye of the beast awaits me.
A sensation of power overcomes me.
The eye of the beast awaits me.
My potency weakens.
The eye of the beast awaits me…
No more.
Ceridwen, age 12
Scarlett
Freckles and mousy hair, that was me.
But as you can see,
i’m not that girl anymore.
I’m definately no bore.
People say my name says it all…
Double trouble.
Dad went,
I wished he was dead,
dyed my hair ketchup red.
Mum got mad, i was in trouble again
To her i guess i was just a pain.
Got sent away
But then Kian came my way
And life was never the same.
Rebecca, age 11
Incredible Girl
She smiled when the rain poured down on us,
She just laughed when sun faded away,
She said it didn’t matter if there was black sky,
She showed us another way,
We were always waiting for her arrival,
The room lit up when she came in,
She was like a celebrity to us,
She could make everybody grin,
She made us shout and sing and smile,
She once even made us cry,
When she told us that the time had come,
For her to say goodbye,
She was the most incredible girl I ever met,
Colourful, bright and kind,
She showed us how to see the bright side,
And make up our own mind.
She taught me how to love a friend,
And enjoy the entire world,
I’m so sad it came to an end,
With that incredible girl.
Kate, age 13
Love Hurts
Love hurts,
It can tear friendships apart,
Whether you like Ross or Kurt,
It doesn’t make a difference
It breaks your heart.
Love hurts,
It can make you lose your best friend,
It can make you show off
By buying that expensive shirt,
It can drive you round the bend!
Whatever happens,
You should stay strong,
Remember,
Love hurts!
Laura, age 12
Cathy’s Books…
In my mind there’s always books,
It makes me DIZZY
With INDIGO BLUE
And SCARLETT stars all around,
The only thing that makes it go away
Is LOVE, PEACE and CHOCOLATE…
Wishing I could be a SUNDAE GIRL…
Then every thing just floats away
Like DRIFTWOOD….
Orlagh, age 11
Loss
Screaming down my face
Holding out my hand
Bleeding through my tears
And crying through my heart
The pain of nothing
The pain of emptiness
The pain of blank page
He was my life
My everyhting
My full heart
And the words on the page
Until the sadness
and the dawning
And the end of my life
The end of the sunshine
End of the real world.
Now I’m a tear drop
A see-through heart,
An empty little angel…
Raychel S, age 14
Be Yourself
you wanna be like the girls
on that magazine,
looking cool
looking sweet
looking skinny lean.
trying to copy all those models
copy what they wear
same top
same shoes
wearing styled hair.
your thirteen
doing drugs
finding love
with small-time thugs.
but let me tell you all
this stuff
will break your heart…
wanna be cool?
wanna be hip?
originality’s the clue!
Anon
Continue Living On…
you all write the bad things:
the emptiness the grief,
the bad dreams the lost granddad, dog or bunny,
but what about ALL the good things
like the smell of fresh honey,
or the the feeling of swishing down a hill
on a shiny metal bike?
what about all the things you like?
your dreams, your hopes?
the feeling of a warm,sunny day?
look at the sun, the moon, the stars
the trees and the whistling guitars,
some things make you smile
others make you cry…
PLEASE list all the good things
that make you smile
and all the things that are worth the while,
because life is good!
being alive is a treasure,
which you should LOVE FOREVER
Don’t shame and BLAME yourself,
cause your the greatest EVER by far,
appreciate that and be who you are,
and remember you are FABULOUS.
continue on living, cause life is
peaceful and luminous and long
and gently dry your tears
and play a happy song
as you ARE worth it.!!
Helena, age 12
Lost
I wonder around,
Not knowing where I am.
Thinking of everyone,
Trying to find me.
I think of why I ran away,
But that just makes me mad.
They abandoned me,
Not I abandoned them.
They left me there,
And I feel so alone.
I try to get back home,
But then realize,
I don’t know where home is.
I’m lost,
And have no clue where to go.
Sara, age 11
Children….
Why should children like you and me
Be beaten up for no reason, really?
If you’ve been harmed by anyone at all,
Be brave and give “Child Line” a call.
This is my poem and I hope you agree,
Shouldn’t every chlid live life with glee??
(ChildLine 08001111)
Sophie, age 11
Poverty in Africa
Cracked lips and parched land
Dusty promises of help at hand.
Hungry children thin and poor
Dirty water and feet that are sore.
Guns and tears and bombs and mud
Cries of devastation and people’s blood.
False hope of help at last
Won’t help a world that’s growing too fast.
Chance of survival is as thin as a string
To be like us they’ll do anything.
Children dying in a world of war
They could never forget what they saw.
Living in houses of mud and dirt
Dreaming of a safe place and never being hurt.
Praying for doctors to cure their families
Wishing and wishing that they can leave.
Thousands and thousands dying a day
Charities hoping to find a way.
Wish it would rain in Africa
Wash out the pain in Africa
Joanna L, age 11
Midnight
Midnight has passed,
It goes so fast -
The blackness of the sky
Making you feel like you could die
Staring in to space
You see a misty face
It cries out to you,
But there is nothing you can do…
For the time has come
The clock strikes one…
Emz, age 12
Indi
indigo dream.
that’s me.
my nickname.
indi.
indi dream.
that’s me.
drifting away on a cloud of dreams.
grey skies.
magic.
mystry.
books.
indigo fog in front of my eyes.
indigo rainbows colour my skies.
Abi, age 12
Scarlett
I was just an ordinary girl,
Mousy hair and freckles,
A little happy girl,
Until disaster struck.
Dad left me – my dad.
Tears rolled down my cheeks,
Mum shouted,
Dad slammed the door,
And was gone.
7 years later…
Hair died ketchup red,
Tongue pierced,
I’m TROUBLE.
My mum had enough.
On the plane to Ireland
I went mad with the whole world!
I didn’t want to live with
Dad and Claire and Holly!
I wasn’t part of this family!
I hated Ireland,
I ran away – far away…
Until a gentle, mysterious boy
Crossed my path.
His name was Kian… ♥
Eleanor, age 11
The One in The Middle
They’ve had another fight,
I knew that they would
They should’ve made up,
I knew that they could,
But who will they turn to,
Its not exactly a riddle,
They’ll both turn to me,
The one in the middle,
I wish they’d be friends,
Why can’t they get along,
It wouldn’t be hard,
Nothings really wrong,
But instead of talking,
They’ll just sit there and fiddle,
Then they’ll both turn to me,
The one in the middle.
Zoe, age 13
Goodbye
She used to be my best friend.
Was I hers?
Now she a backstabbing, gossiping,
Popular girl.
Yesterday I told her
Goodbye, don’t want you no more…
I’m not the freak,
You just turned into one.
Madeleine, age 11
Being Like Cathy
I’m not that great at writing,
Though my mother says I am.
She tells me to write a poem
And I have to act all calm.
And I dream and I dream
That I can be like Cathy Cassidy,
Well….Cathy’s cool,
But it’s better being me!
Caoimhe, age 10
Comfort
As i wipe away a tear
i know nothing anyone says
can take away this pain,
Then, he puts his arm around me,
and hugs me close,
and tells me he understands
and it will all be ok,
for a second i nearly believe him,
then i realise that he doesn’t understand,
nobody understands,
it’s like i’m trapped and alone
and no one’s coming to help,
because i’m the only one,
Then, i feel him stroke my hair,
and i feel comforted to know
i’m safe in his arms,
and i pray it will get better soon,
But deep inside me i know
you can’t have death without pain.
Zoe, age 13
Racism
i hope u will agree with me, we’re all the same inside no matter where we are from or what we were, we are all the same. so i really don’t under stand racism. i don’t understand what people are thinking when they don’t like some one for their colour! We are all the same!!!
Alina, age 11
The Girl & The Guy
There she goes
Everyone knows her
Everyone knows
She just can’t fit in
Sure she has lies
But none, no secrets.
This way no one cries
No one gets hurt
Except the only one
The only guy.
But she just thinks it is a con,
She doesn’t know.
Sorcha Judge
Me!
Sophie is my first name
Kandola my last
Whenever I see a west end show
I’d love to be in the cast!
Singing, drama and dance
Are my fave things by far,
At christmas I play the piano
Whilst my grandad plays guitar!
Although I rehearse every day,
School work is never neglected,
I always do my best,
To reach what is expected!
I’m really happy with my life,
I have so many great friends,
All my teachers are superb,
And so, my story ends!!
Sophie Kandola age 12
Imagine
You can’t sing with no voice
You can’t run in a wheelchair
You can’t see if you’re blind
But you can imagine
Its always inside us
It never doesn’t call you back
Our access to our inside
It’s getting away without having to pack
You can’t hear with no sound
You can’t find what can’t be found
You can’t do something that can’t be done
But you can imagine
And when you’re alone
When I’m not there
Just promise me one thing
Escape to the inside
Escape the blindness and see
Escape the wheelchair and run
Find your voice and begin to sing
Escape and find the inner you
Escape the silence and hear
Find what can’t be found
Do what’s impossible to do
Imagine.
Daisy, age 11
To every MCR fan, old & new…
Who was a demolition lover.
Who was NEVER okay.
Who was welcomed to the Black Parade.
THIS IS TO:
Every Helena, Patient, and Harmless Vampire.
Every single fan who may never see them play.
Team Blonde Gerard. Rest in peace my friends.
Every one who cracked that one “Back in Black” joke.
Those of you who mourned for Mikey’s glasses.
Those of you who live Life on the Murder Scene.
Those who cried to Ghost of You.
Those who cried to Famous Last Words.
Those who worried about Bob and his burn.
You who helped Gerard stay sober.
Those who have an obsession with Ray’s hair.
Those who love Frankie Iero….....
You know who you are.
Everyone who is not afraid to keep on living.
LET’S CRASH THE CEMETARY GATES!
WE WILL HAVE THE BAND AND EACH OTHER FOREVER…
Katie, age 11
Crazy Girl
Crazy girl, spinning around
That girl’s feet don’t touch the ground
Got her head stuck in the clouds…
That crazy girl.
Kirsty, age 11
Reading…
I sit on my bed and mope at home,
No friends to comfort me.
Stuck here feeling bad, all alone.
I look to my left, nothing’s there
But a lone book.
I pick it up, begin to read…
And suddenly its got me hooked!
I walk in to school next day, head held high.
Cathy Cassidy’s got me feeling so good
I could fly!!!!
Ciara, age 13
Emo
We aren’t all that scary
We don’t slit our wrists
They shout abuse, but we don’t care.
We like to stand out from the crowd –
We are emo and proud!!!
Katie, age 11
Friends
Friends are like diamonds that can be found,
When you find them they’ll always be around,
Sometimes for good times
Sometimes bad,
You can talk to them whenever you’re sad,
Friends are truly priceless,
If diamonds are forever,
Then friendship is timeless.
Malaika, age 11
Life in Indigo Blue
I read and read.
My eyes were the deepest, darkest green
You could imagine, stuck to the book.
I had no idea of what was happening
In my real life…
Jugs being thrown
Mugs being smashed
The loudest crash
In the whole wide world.
I felt like I was in Indigo Blue,
My mother whisked me and my baby sister
Off to stay in a small, dinghy flat.
It was not a dream, it was reality.
I am now Indigo Blue.
My favourite book is now my life.
Everything is Indigo Blue.
Imogen , age 11
Winter
Winter’s come upon us
that cold and frosty thing.
Whilst people take care,
the trees are bare…
snow everywhere.
As it falls to the ground
with a pitter patter sound
no piece of grass is found.
Winter’s come upon us,
that cold and frosty thing….
Georgina, age 12
Animal Madness
Here I see a Crocodile,
Sweeping down the River Nile,
Over there,
Is a big, brown Bear,
Eating fish from a rock pool,
He is such a fool,
I can see a Hyena laughing away,
Oh, and I have got to say,
That Snake over there is so wonderful,
Oh no, look at that big, black, scary Bull,
I can see a Turtle bright and Green,
Ever so easy to be seen,
There I see a Tortoise just plainly sat,
Also I can see a black and scary Bat.
Don’t you believe me?
It’s a fact!
Becky, age 11
Scarlett
She was very angry, but no one understood,
That underneath the tomato hair,
She saw things nobody could.
Sent away to Ireland,for getting into fights,
She meets her destiny, Kian,
On a horse called Midnight.
She has a happy ending,
Even though it is quite sad…
Now she is just Scarlett,
No longer bad or mad!
Helen, age 10
Best Friend
I look up and you’re there.
I fall and you pick me up.
I’m sad and you comfort me.
You are my safety line when I’m unsure.
You are a cool breeze when I am angry.
You are a helping hand when I’m stuck.
You are a comforting voice when I’m sad.
You are the one I can count on.
You are my best friend, my true friend.
I know you’ll always be there for me,
No matter what.
Isobel, age 11
A Mate’s Advice
Flash a sunny smile,
He’s not worth your while.
Encased in a warm hug,
Dump that sorrow you lug.
An emergency mug of hot cocoa,
He’s not worth it, you know.
If you have a rotten date,
It doesn’t matter –
As long as you have a best mate.
Georgia, age 11
Strawberries & Cream
There’s a chunky ring on my finger,
With stripes of red, white and pink.
The red are the strawberries.
The white is the cream.
The pink is strawberries and cream mixed together.
There’s a chunky ring on my finger,
With stripes of red, white and pink.
The red is the colour of my hair.
The white is the white blonde of hers.
The pink is the lip-gloss
We always gave each other at Christmas.
There’s a chunky ring on my finger,
With stripes of red, white and pink.
The red was her suitcase,
The white was my face.
The pink disappeared after that.
There’s a chunky ring on my finger,
With stripes of red, white and pink.
The red are the strawberries.
The white is the cream.
The pink is the strawberries and cream mixed together.
She gave it to me, and I’ll never forget the day:
The red of the bouquet,
The white of the card,
The pink of the gel pen that inked her spidery message.Klestra, age 10
Driftwood
I am Driftwood
Bleached and curled,
Forever sleeping
And never stirred,
Shore to shore
I never stay,
But I must put up with it
It’s just the Driftwood way.
Jessica, age 12
Characters
kian: the mysterious one
carter: the cute and clumsy one
finn: the faraway dreamer
paul: the loner
jack: the flirty cheater
scarlett: the quirky individual
jude: the independent teachers pet
dizzy: the crazy but quiet one
hannah: the fitting-in one
kady: the lovey-dovey one
and jess: the stubborn one….
Hannah, age 11
My Way
I don’t care what people say,
I’m going to live my life, my way,
taking each moment day by day,
on my own.
forget about the past i had,
coz nothing good can ever last…
living hard and living fast,
on my own.
Charlene age 14
Too Popular
There are always stories about
The girl who wanted to be popular,
But what about the girl that was too popular?
The girl who just wanted to be normal?
The girl who saw what it was like to have real friends?
The girl who liked the boy who she wasn’t allowed to like? The girl that decided she’d had enough?
That girl’s me…
And I’ll do what I like.
Rachel - age 12
For Nicola
Nicola – I wrote your name in the sand
and the water washed it away.
I wrote your name in my heart,
and forever it will stay.
Amy S. - age 11
Love, Peace & Chocolate
love, peace and chocolate,
are all that a girl needs,
we have one sorted – chocolate,
love and peace is all we plead.
but when we get the things we want,
our friendship goes in to disaster…
Olivia - age 12
The Sea
i run down the soft sand
looking at the clear blue sea
i jump in, ice cold.
run back out, shivering in the rain
i smile at my friends and turn again,
ready to pounce on the mystical waves
i want to run and jump and body board
the sea is my calling…
it has a place in my heart.
Becky - age 13
Nightingale
Nightingale sings, swooping low,
Swift brown bird caught in the undertow,
Soft, pale light splashing with the waves,
Dancing on the shore, crashing in the caves,
Black abyss above, hiding behind the stars,
Within that darkness: Pluto and Mars,
Back to earth, the fading light,
Distant clouds welcoming the night.
Paige - age 15
Fake
Each tear that falls from my eyes
Is caused by your pathetic little lies.
When my tears dry only then,
On the inside will I cry.
You’ve hurt both sides of me,
I wonder how you cannot see?
I admit I am fake,
Falling for you was my stupid mistake.
My smile is what makes me fake,
But the tears are real.
How does it feel?
Knowing you’re the reason for my tears,
My pain and yet my smile?
Does it hurt?
I hope it does.
I don’t deserve to be hurt for loving you,
I thought love was a good thing
Until I found you.
Hannah -age 13
Library
I rush to the school library,
I look under C,
For any Cathy Cassidy treats,
Which I can issue for free.
I know my chances are low,
I look a little more,
Is there anything..??? No.
This happened last week,
But I managed not to freak.
Outside I take a look…
Some girls found a book!
I am green with envy
They got them before me.
Driftwood was missing,
Oh how could this be?
I sprint to the library,
Quickly to see,
A book with sparkling cover…
Driftwood,
I get it out. I knew I could!!!!
THANKS CATHY FOR THE GREAT STORIES!
Amelia - age 13
Mermaid
It’s still and quiet
In the big blue world
Nothing but fishes
And all of your wishes
Coming true…
I’m a mermaid!
I’m growing a tail
It feels fantastic and new
I’m going to get used to
It without fail
Till I discover the blue.
I’m a mermaid!
Dolphins coming swimming
Fishes come looking
Whales sing their song
Sharks don’t know where they belong
I’m a mermaid!
I shouldn’t tell a soul about my secret
It may ruin my whole new world!
My head is dizzy from excitement
It’s true…
I’M A MERMAID!!!!!!!
Maddie - age 12
Starlight
Starlight, starlight
Shine on me all night
Starlight, starlight….
send me the moon tonight.
Rachel - age 10
Runaway
Can I keep running?
Are they still coming?
Last night was another story
And I can’t tell a soul
If I do, they’ll find me
If I do, they’ll know
How did it ever turn this way
Now I can’t put it right
Why have I thrown my life away
Over some stupid fight?
But I know that it wasn’t stupid.
It was the truth, that’s why I ran.
I couldn’t do this
But now I know I can
I’m gonna push on and hope that it turns out ok
That I have a lucky star
To look after me as I make my way
Into another start.
Romany - age 11
War
brother embraces brother
and mate says goodbye to mate
men write their final letters
trying to accept their fate.
they feel no anger, point no finger of blame
most chose to be here
some wanted adventure, travel…
but none are immune to the cold hand of fear
they’re trying not to shake or cry
as they hear the whistle blow
despite their fear they have no choice
they know they have to go
they’re all dead within minutes
not given more than a second’s thought
Was what they expected?
the adventure they sought?
To me they are real aussies
truly worthy of the name
for their nation they lost their lives
in that sick and twisted game
Ariah - age 14
Love
There’s no easy way
To explain what love is
You start off feeling giddy
Your head’s in a whizz
Then you feel just right
Calm and in control
That’ll make you happy
Right from skin to soul
After that comes heartbreak
Your heart does feel broken
It really feels
Like you’ve just been woken
From your best dream ever
Then you feel the hate
And you want to kill
But that’ll have to wait
After that it’s sulking
Staying in bed all day
Watching corny chick-flicks
To keep self-pity away
After that you meet
A new boy, and then…
You fall in love
All over again.
Henrietta - age 15
Up Above
I close my eyes and then i’m there,
High above the clouds,
Soaring through the blazing sun,
Hearing tweeting sounds.
Looping round the flying birds,
Giggling with the bees,
Thinking about where I am,
High above the trees.
I smile with the gleaming sun,
Diving with the hawks,
The sound of nature fills my ears,
With bluebirds tiny squawks.
Elisabeth - age 13
Bullies
They saw me and followed me.
They beat me up and
Made me walk where they wanted me to.
They took my money and tore my books.
Was too scared to tell the teacher
I just know she would tut
And give me dirty looks.
BULLYING!
Sonibel - age 11
Dizzy
Dizzy, is how you feel
when you act just like a wheel,
round in circles, never end
your shape is a forever bend,
you try and try to escape,
but when you’re rolling its just too late!
down a hill, you never stop,
even when you’re ears go pop,
no-one knows just how you feel,
when you’re spinning like a wheel.
Aimee Rose - age 10
Shadow
Once upon a fairy tale
You a princess, I the frog
I picked you to help me change myself,
Emerge from the lonely fog
You promised we were best friends
And best friend we’d always be,
You told me your life was the best
I lost my own history
I always thought you cared for me
Would help me when I was down.
But you never seemed to see me
In public or in town
I was a moth
And you a butterfly
It was never an ‘us’
For you It was only ‘I’
Now you left me, I’m alone
What is so wrong with me?
I guess people only noticed you….
I was a shadow they didn’t see
But now the sunshine time has passed,
My world’s one rainy day
And in the clouds where no-one sees,
The shadow fades away.
Shannon
Fire
The excitement of your dancing flames
And ever changing colours,
Like a lion’s mane and baby’s name
Your fame has no stutters.
Then why is it you are good and bad
And harmful in a way,
You make so many people glad
But sometimes go astray.
You are needed ever so many times
For warmth and for light,
And when we’re lost and in darkness,
You shine this world with light.
But how can you destroy places
And let your fame decrease?
And why do you demolish so many races?
Just why can’t you think?
Ivanna - age 11
Best Friend
Sometime’s she’s weird
Sometimes strange
Sometimes scruffy like
A mucky dog’s mane.
Other days she’s squeaky clean.
But i have a secret….
sometimes,she is mean,
sometimes she’s as cold as ice
and she doesn’t have
time to be NICE.
I should talk to her
Seriously, I mean,
“What’s up my buddy vanilla bean?”
Helena - age 11
No One is Perfect
“No one” sees you
Even though your there
I can see you
See your silky hair
“No one” likes you
Even though your nice
I like you
Because you give my life some spice
“No one” listens to you
Though you have great ideas
I listen to you
Your voice echoes in my ears
You should be seen
Be liked
Be heard
Don’t show “no one”
You are scared
“No one” is perfect
Listen to me now
“No one” is perfect
Everyone knows how
Courtney - age 12
Bad Hair Day
Grab a brush
Pull it through
Try some serum
Or that fancy goo
Mousse won’t work
Or hair-spray
Don’t you hate
A bad-hair-day?!
I’m telling you now
nothing will work
To get out the tangles
Hair can be a jerk
So do your best
And then grab a hat
There’s really nothing
TO do after that!
Sophie - age 12
Beauty
Beauty is found in the heart,
Not in the eyes of some jealous girl.
So when you say I’m weird or ugly
I’ll laugh my cute laugh and say :
Don’t HATE me coz you AIN’T me !
Eilidh aged 12
Best Mate
Superman was my best mate. He didn’t wear a costume, and he couldn’t fly. When I first met him I didn’t think anything. His smile could light up any room. Then we had to leave him. I cried that night, wishing to go back in time. I would see him go by, and I’d give him a high five. I kept waiting for superman to burst out of him. Then I realized, he was
superman in his own way. I don’t know where he is now but I just hope he’s happy.
Katherine, USA aged 11
Dear Diary
Dear Diary,
Every time I see his face,
I run out of breath as if I have run a race,
I wish I knew how he felt,
Every time I see him my heart melts.
Dear Diary,
I screwed up again today,
Wish I knew just what to say,
I bumped into him just across the road,
Suddenly my heart has a heavy load.
Dear Diary,
Everything that can be done is done,
Suddenly the world has no sun,
He loves her and hates me,
Dear Diary,
My life has now concluded,
I never before have felt more secluded,
My heart is broken,
Lying on the floor is loves own token.
Alex aged 13
Ice Cream
I dreamt of having a dog.
a racing dog.
a chasing dog.
an obedient, amazing dog.
i got scruff.
a rough dog.
a tough dog.
a run-in-circles-and-woof dog.
we were mates.
we liked the same things.
we liked running around the park.
we liked lying around the house.
and we liked eating,
especially ice cream.
he’d come running and smack his lips
then he’d be all laps and licks
and wags and shudders and shivers.
he became one huge wag of pleasure,
one excited quiver.
Keri aged 10
Moving (story extract)
“Sarah, let’s go. The furniture truck is waiting for us” Mum says, dressed in a very smart new suit. I’m wearing a two year old blouse and three year old pants that are frayed, holed and dirty.
I pile into the car along with mountains of clothes and my bike from back when I was two. For a moment I wonder if my mother actually cares, but then I remember.
She doesn’t.
Ashleigh
Empty
I feel empty
I escape from my sorrow by reading
I find I’m not the only one
Alone
Without a friend
Lost
Empty…
In Scarlett,
A friend is found
Even if they have
To go away again
In Dizzy,
Old friends are remade
And a new friend
Like a brother
Is found
In Indigo Blue,
Friends are lost
And found
In unexpected places
In Driftwood,
Friendship is stronger
Than romance
And mistakes are forgiven
I guess
In life
This can happen too.
Daisy Cross
Secret Place
I have got a secret place,
Where I run away to,
It’s calm and peaceful,
Do what I need to do.
No one else can go there
They can’t reach me,
But I don’t care…
Sometimes you need to be alone.
Sorcha
Where Did You Go?
I waved goodbye
And looked up at the sky,
I could see your face
In an awkward place.
I didn’t want you to go
It made my head go from high to low,
For days I was crying
And made a habit of lying.
I went into my bedroom
And saw out of the window flowers in full bloom,
Why couldn’t they die?
And make their friends wave them goodbye?
I didn’t know what to do
Life without you was so blue
Where did you go my friend?
Where did you go?
Haleemah aged 11
Ocean Dreams
O ctobor every year
C astles of sand are made.
E ach shimmer of the sea
A lways fades.
N ever returns until my dreams.
D ream on dream on I say out loud
R eally. I’m gong mad!
E verlasting dreams stay in mind
A nd once in a lifetime
M y dreams expand
S ilently, slowly, the night breaks day
Clare Starkey aged 11
Shadows
Shadows play
In the depth of the night
Laughing silently
Refraining from sight.
They are unperturbed
By the echoing screams
Intent on haunting
Your utmost dreams.
Yet when the light comes
It all disappears
In the hallway that’s home
To your true fears…
Michelle aged 12
Indie
Whats happening?
The lights have gone out
Search for the powercard
Nowhere about.
People barge in
What’s happening?
Want love
Anyone, anything
Go to the hospital
Shaking with fear
See mum
Here come the tears
How could Max do this
Will it ever mend?
All I want is
A happy end.
Georgie aged 10
Love, Peace & Chocolate
Kady and Jess are best friends,
But how long will it last?,
4 eva and eva of course!,
But there’s a new boy in the class….
The new boys called Jack,
With long caramel hair,
Kady and Jess fall in love,
Liz Curle aged 12
Sunset
The sunset reflects the end of a day,
And for many people the end of a life,
The sunsets shows us the meaning of life,
The sunset tells us what to do,
The sunset explains what’s happening,
All we do is wait for the sunset.
Caitlin aged 13
Gossip
I’m tired of all this gossip,
That’s going around in school.
They say things that are awful,
Or things that may seem cool.
You might think that it doesn’t hurt.
But always,its just a fool.
I’m sick of all this gossip,
They should make it a rule.
Katherine aged 12
Books
Your books are a delight,
I would read so much more.
Keep it up, Cathy,
Reading is no longer a bore.
Imogan aged 9
Poppy
Poppy is our yorkie
She’s rather short and porky.
Her nose is always wet
She’s a really lovely pet.
When I’m asleep she lies in my bed
And snuggles up, next to my head.
Ebony Doherty aged 11
Sundae Girl
Jude’s granparents are totally nuts,
Her dad thinks he’s Elvis,
And she’s got this crush
Her mum susses everything,
What a t’do,
When its Y8 parents night what will she do?
Jude’s family are totally nuts,
But I can’t help,I aint got fairy dust!
Thankyou Cathy Cassidy for Sundae Girl!!!
Libby Gates aged 10
Winter Moon
On a cold, frosty night,
When the Winter moon shone,
The whole earth lit up,
That’s where it all began
It boomed like giant footsteps,
The earth beneath it’s feet,
It spun and spun, round and round,
In the Winter Moon’s low heat
“Watch out!”
“It’s coming!” the whole earth exclaimed
The brightness glistened beneath their eyes,
And they squinted with the pain.
Brog & Cat aged 10
The Magical Horse
His mane dances in the moonlight,
as the sunbeams wake from their slumber,
His bright eyes twinkle like emeralds
his shoes like a lucky number.
His tail of many colors and fortunes,
for anything you may wish,
a bright colored horn upon his head,
makes him vanish with one swish.
Kirsti-Mai aged 10
Take It Easy!
Cathy is the best
You need a shocking rest
your writing is so great
so don’t go to bed too late!!
Georgia aged 11
What friends Do…
Friends comfort you when you’re sad.
They laugh at all your jokes.
They understand your problems.
With friends you’re never alone.
These friends are rare and special,
And if you aren’t a friend to them…
They’ll stop doing what friends do, and
You’ll have no friends in the end.
Zoe aged 13
Bullies
They stare
And they fight
They hurt
And they bite
They chip
Away confidence
They bruise
And they follow us
They shout
And they scream
They trample our dreams
They bully
Until the end
When it gets too much
Tell someone if you’re being bullied, now!!
Hannah aged 11
Dreams
A dream so sparkling clear,
Is what I want to hear,
An ambition as pure as gold,
Is what I want hold,
A writing dream so strong,
What could go wrong?
Imagination is what we need,
To follow someone’s lead,
Who can we follow happily?
Of course, it’s CATHY CASSIDY!!!!
Brog-Brog aged 10
Little Girl
My parents don’t understand me
They think I’m too young to know
They think I haven’t noticed the hurt in the world
They think I don’t see what they see
Because they still consider me a little girl.
My parents don’t understand me
They think I don’t cry those nights, for the dead
They think I don’t hurt for stolen lives
They think they’ve hidden world disasters well
Because they still consider me a little girl.
My parents don’t understand me
They think I’m completely oblivious
They think I don’t understand grief
They think I can’t see the dark side of the world
Because they still consider me a little girl.
Maybe it’s best they think these things
Instead of worrying about me
I just wish one thing
That they thought of me seriously
That they didn’t consider me a little girl.
Becky aged 12
Cathy’s Camper
Cathy rides in her pink camper van,
With it she attracts all of her fans,
She sits and writes a brand new book,
While the children look and look,
They explore all the different shelves,
Looking for a book all for themselves….
Sally aged 10
Aftermath
The quiet stillness
Silence unbroken
Things that need to be said
Are never spoken.
The aftermath of the storm
Time to think; to realise
It isn’t worth all this
But we carry on with lies.
Sometimes I feel
Torn apart inside me
But I know
To let it out is the key.
The aftermath of the storm
Time to think; to realise
It isn’t worth all this
But we carry on with lies.
Beth aged 13
Loss
It has been quite a while
But every day still has pain
I remember you every minute
Sun, sleet, snow or rain.
They say time eases the hurt
But it will not work for me
For without you in my life
I am half of what I used to be
This will sound childish
But the hurt is very true
I loved and lost a special boy
My dog, my best friend too
Brietanny aged 13
Cathy!
Cathy Cassidy is the BEST
From the East to the West
She is funky, kind and kool
She showz how
Girlz should RULE!
My fav book,thatz in the making
Is Scarlett as it’s
Soooo BREATHTAKING!
Faiza aged 11
Cathy!
Cathy Cassidy is the BEST
From the East to the West
She is funky, kind and kool
She showz how
Girlz should RULE!
My fav book,thatz in the making
Is Scarlett as it’s
Soooo BREATHTAKING!
Faiza aged 11
LOVE/HATE
LOVE is a word with a
million meanings.
HATE is a word with just
One;.
Do you know what it is?
Lana aged 12
Indie
What’s happening?
The lights have gone out
Search for the powercard..
Nowhere about.
People barge in
What’s happening?
Want love
Anyone, anything
Go to the hospital
Shaking with fear
See mum
Here come the tears
How could Max do this
Will it ever mend?
All I want is
A happy end…
by Georgie Riley aged 10
Bad Dreams
In the morning
In the night
All i dream about
Is the shadows that bite
Up till midnight
I sit and stare
All i wonder is
If there is anything there?
I dream of thunder
I dream of light
But that doesnt save
My sceams in the night!
Though one day
Nothing
Next day
Nothing
Until my dreams of those shadows
Cast away into the thrill of day light !
by clare starkey aged 11
Scarlett
scarlett is her name
trouble is her game
she’s definitely a pain
and maybe insane
to have a piercing in her tongue
i think she is way to young
all she needs is a friend
and kian is his name
he has a gorgeous horse…
midnight black, of course
by Rebecca
Emo
Dark make-up,
Scary looks.
Covering up his pain and grief,
But deep down it cuts him deep.
What stresses him? He never says
You can’t do a thing –
Walk by and stare.
All this grief’s too much to bear.
by Zahra
For a girl that left us way too soon
I won’t say your name,
Even though it is magic to my ears.
I didn’t know your game,
Only your greatest fears.
I know you were scared,
But this wasn’t the solution.
To tell anyone, you hadn’t dared,
Pain and fear – a fusion.
We all loved you so much,
And are sorry we never said.
So i sit at my rabbit’s hutch,
You running through my head.
We’re sorry for the harsh words,
So sorry for the hurt.
Our apologies come in herds,
You were treated like dirt.
But all that was long ago,
And now you’re up above.
So we whisper low,
Our deepest love.
by Charlotte
I look to the stars
I imagine his face
I look at the sky
I wonder about space
The world is so big
And we are so small
No one to help us
When we fall
When parents are gone
Your family is dead
Your friends have moved
And all you see is red
When there is nothing left
You wonder about life
All the death in the world
Can be caused by a knife
Why is there nothing
But blood and pain
The people doing this
Can not be sane
Life is sacred
I know that now
Friends and family
Can’t be ruined with a row
The only breaker
Of these relationships
Is death given
By God’s grips
By Emily W.
Scarlet smells trouble!!
Caring she is not!!
Always an angry girl!!
Ready for moving school!!
Left to her horrible DAD!!
Every year she’s moving home!!
Trouble is what she does!!
Thankyou Cathy for a SCARLET adventure
meghann carroll, age 11
My shadow
Today, my shadow
Followed me to school
I cannot be certain
Is this against the rule?
My teacher was talking
About the Vikings on Lambay
My shadow was bored
And just wanted to play!
She hid my rubber
And took my book
I was confused
Where was I to look?
Then out popped a cloud
And down came the rain
Where was my shadow?
Oh dear! What a shame.
Lucy
Lucy Smith, age 11
Cathy is our hero
She writes cool tales for kids
Children pray she’ll write more books,
In the shops they look and look.
Dizzy, Driftwood, Scarlett, Indigo Blue
Just to name a few.
I speak for myself and others too…
Cathy Cassidy we love you!
Leah Byrne aged 12 Ireland
Beauty is a rose.
Beauty is a fluffy cloud.
Beauty is a lavender field in bloom.
Beauty is you.
I made this poem up about no-one especially!
Jody Loft, age 12
Dragons
Eyes of rubies,
Icy cold,
Sharp claws of iron,
Scales of gold.
Fiery breath,
As black as coal,
Mystical creatures,
Magical soul.
Teeth like daggers,
Murderous and cruel,
They live in a cave,
Nest in a pool.
This poem,
As you can see,
Is all about dragons, who used to…
ROAM FREE!
Kirsti Mai
Love is…...
love is when your mum is by your side
even when you cried
she’s there when you are feeling blue
even when you have the flu
love is when your mum is there
throughout the lies and the cries
i love you, mum.
Jenny Walker
Go Away
Get home from school
Tell everyone to you’re OK
They stare at you
And walk away.
Feels like a dream
You’re in the spotlight
Close your eyes
Get rid of sight.
Sorcha Judge
Love
I love you you but you’ll never know,
I want to kiss you even though,
You’re left out all alone,
I’ll never tell you cause when I see you
I turn to stone.
I stare at you every day,
But when you see me I turn away,
I’ll never lose hope,
That you will love me some day.
I love you you, but you’ll never know.
Claire Taylor, age 12.
Shine like you really are the sun
A love of life is hard to find,
hard to catch, hard to see,
yet when you close your eyes,
your dreams will find the key,
Keeping in line isn’t easy,
It’s not what you want to be,
Your wishes aren’t for love,
But the thought of being free,
Those who once mocked you,
will feel mocked for your forgivness,
Ashamed for their words,
The friendship they carelessly missed,
Don’t hate yourself or try to change,
Being you is not a sin, don’t you see?
It’s merely who you want to be,
Punk, dreamer, nerd… or just plain old me.
Summer Pocock, age 11, France
Cool gal in a cool world
An author is her job
Taking you to another world
Happy, sad, dramatic, fun
You’ll love her books!
Cool, caring, kind
Awesome imagination
Sensational thoughts
Sweet characters
Interesting characters
Devilish, daring characters!
You’d better get reading!!!
Nicole Brown, age 11
There once was a girl.
There once was a girl who loved to sing
And dance the irish fling.
When her song began to fade
‘Twas like the sun but full of shade
When the sun began to glow
‘Twas like it was putting on a show.
When the show came to an end
‘Twas like the world was in a bend
When the world stopped frozen dead
‘Twas like space had gone to bed
When the bed grew rocky and hard
‘Twas like being punished by a guard
When the guard met this girl
‘Twas like love that would never curl
Lizzie, age 10
Daydreaming!
Carly stepped into the open breeze,
The smell of salt came from the seas,
Driftwood and shells scattered all over,
The sound of planes swooping over her shoulder,
A voice behind her sounds so sweet,
The kind that could sweep a girl off her feet,
But turning around- show’s there is no-one there,
Another daydream in her eyes as she stares!
Brogan, Age 10
Beach magic
My feet sink into the sand,
I get a pile of sand in my hand,
i put it in a bottle,
with some seaweed so little,
and i throw it away,
to the monstrous tide,
and hope for beach magic today.
Lois Aspinall
Have you seen the rain?
Play in the puddles, have some fun
The world is changing
Just like the weather
Adults all talk about it
You don’t understand
But you will one day…
If nobody tries to help.
Recycle your rubbish,
Save the whales
Get rid of global warming,
We are just kids…
But we can do it together.
Chloe Ternent, 11
I know a person
I know a person,
Who’s an awful bully,
He kicks and punches,
He also steals people’s money.
I also know the victim,
Who gets really sad,
When he gets hurt,
It makes me mad!
For Iam the witness,
Heard and not seen,
And I am scared,
‘Coz they are so mean!
P.S Don’t let bullies hurt you – tell someone.
Chloe Millward, age 10
I have an idea for customising your stuff!!!
Get an old really baggy T-shirt, dye it to whatever colour suits you, cut off the sleeves and add random beads, buttons, ribbons and sequins. Add a cool home-made belt to make it less baggy round the middle & hey presto your own customised shirt!!!
Danielle, age 15, Australia
Questions with no answers!
What secrets lie beneath the crystal waves?
What makes the sailors drown?
Does a mermaid drag them to their death,
Not even making a sound?
We may never know.Are mermaids pretty creatures?
Or do they have no teeth?
Do they capture a sailor’s heart with their looks,
Or is that just a myth?
We may never know.
These secrets lie beneath the waves…
Shall we leave them untouched,
Or find out for ourselves?
Or pack up our questions and put them on high shelves?
For we will never know.
Laura Kite, age 10
Live in a book
When I read books
With special endings,
I wonder why it can’t be real.
A book is so precious,
It’s story so deep,
I wish and I dream
That it’s mine to keep.
Like in Scarlett
Kian is so sweet, gentle and kind,
Not like other guys
And I wonder,
Why can’t he be real???
If he was real
I would never stop smiling.
My heart would be his,
And he would never break it.
We live in reality.
I wonder why can’t we live
In books that we like???
Our hearts are so precious
And they would never break…
Because for once we can choose the ending!!!
Stephanie, age 11
Love
I love you so
I need you so
If you ever leave me I’ll miss you
Thats why I will kiss you
So when you leave you’ll remember
That we’ll always be together
My heart beats when I’m around you
Its true that I love you so
I can’t take it anymore
I have to tell you
That I will love you forever
So when you leave you’ll remember
That we’ll always be together
In each other’s hearts forever
Hannah aged 13
The Sea
I feel the refreshing sea spray on my face
I feel the cool breeze roar into a steady wind
I feel the sun approaching from the sombre clouds
I feel the sea.
I see the power of the immense waves thrashing against
the harbour wall.
I see a boat far away in the distance
I see the froth spilling into the shallow pools
I see the sea.
I hear gulls cawing as they soar gracefully over the bay
I hear the shattering chorus of waves drumming into the strong dyke
I hear the sea.
I smell the seaweed on the shore
I smell the sparkely sand
I smell the lumpy foam as it collides with the incoming waves
I smell the sea.
I watch as the tide eventually returns out
The moment of passionate twisting and turning has came to an end
The taste of moist salt has left and the sea whistle has faded
This is the sea.
Yolanda Crichton, age 11
THE GREAT ESCAPE…
I’ve had the worst day mom!
I’ll just go in my room and cry.
Take my iPod, forget my day.
It’s not worth it. OKAY.
Blast the music really loud
Forget about my problems.
Don’t care. Don’t see. Don’t know.
Forget what people say and think.
I will be whatever I want.
Hate me or love me,
Take me for what I am.
Laugh at me while I’m laughing at myself.
I still love me, anyway.
Thank you music you’ve made my day…
Forget what people say!
Taylor Fortunato, age 10
Scarlett
inside i burn, my soul’s adrift
i wait alone again
in the dark, all too well known
the rage builds up again
every night i pray and pray
things might look well by morn
but every day, again, again
im angry and forlorn
i cannot cry, i cannot weep
to show him that he’s won
inside my rage i hold my tears
through life i blunder on
although i hurt, i feel, i live
my hearts incased in stone
and the key of my heart, my soul, my life
was hidden long ago
but on you come and give me hope
in this dyre hour
you show me how to love again
giving me will and power
Aoife Harte, wexford, eire
Bobbie
i think shes my cousin -
she’s younger than me.
her names is bobbie
and she stings like a bee!
she’ll scream and shout
and she likes to shout
NAAAAAANNNNAAAA
in a horrible manner!
Charlotte Alnwick, age 13
Bullying
Are you being bullied?
Don’t let them get away with it, and don’t ignore it.
It won’t go away.
If you need help, see someone you TRUST.
I know how mean these people are…. speak out, now!
Megan
Roses are red
Violets are blue
You have no idea who I am
But I’m hopelessly in love with you
Isobel Davies
You may have died…
You may have died
But you’re still in my heart,
I think of you each hour, each day,
But then we had to part.
I pray each night
That one day we will meet once more.
I love you grandad, wait for me,
Please be there where I hope you’ll be!
We will meet again and hold each other tight
Because thats what you do!
Bethany White
Dizzy
dizzy moved far away
i hope she comes back today
we’ll all miss her
i think finn wants to kiss her!
Katelin Lilly, age 10
colourful
arty
treasure
happiness
you’r cool
clever
amazing
super
sweet
incredible
dizzy
you’r fab
Suzie
THE BAD HAIR CUT
I have just had my hair cut
I think it’s okay
My friends stare at me
“A fringe that is really not cool!”
I hear them say.
I feel left out
Raw inside
So I decide
I’m not going to talk to them
See how it makes them feel
One of my friends tells me
“They’ve been saying stuff about your hair!”
Oh give me a break
I’ll soon see
Emily, age 10
Lonely
I was fine -
I always had a friend by my side.
But before very long,
It all went wrong.
Nobody came my way
So long each day
No help in any hour
All I could wish for was power
Power to sort my sorrow,
Give me a new tomorrow
Power to grant me friends
To make the sadness end.
Now is the time to say
Thank you power, for coming my way.
The wish came true…
I made a friend in you.
By Claire Starkey
neva been read
knw1 knows wht goes on in my head
i feel like a book thts neva been read
like a needle lookin for its thread
but findin a haystack instead.
my story gets heard
but remains unobserved
my pages get torn
but my message is outlawed.
i feel like a book thts neva been read
does any1 knw wht goes on in my head?
By mehmoona humeira akhter
Resting on a Cloud
My dreams are resting
On a cloud
My thoughts are flying high
My fears are wandering the darkest holes
And my words speak not a lie.
My questions follow the greatest success
While my secrets soar alone
Yet my memory seems to linger above
And my mind just seems to roam.
My sense of humour senses for the unhappy
And my patience is overdue
My imagination craves adventures
But my love lies deep in you.
By Yolanda Crichton, age 11
The Island
An island of darkness
In a pool of light
Just thinking about it
Makes my chest go tight.
My island is full
Of lizards and snakes.
Though the people who live there
Are just plain fakes.
I have a question
Do you have the reply?
Why do I
Have to cry?
By Sorcha Judge, age 10
Cool
C*athy Cassidy rules
Always waiting for her next book
The best one yet.
Her writing’s so unique, so fab!
Yah! A new book by cathy is out!
Catching my eye I pick it up,
Always have a sneak peek first
Seeing all the arty covers
Sundae Girl is out soon!
I love Dizzy and Indigo Blue too!
Driftwood is cool…
Y*ou must read them all!!!!
By Lauren Gray
C*an’t wait for the next one!
Arty covers that catch my eye
Theme for each book
Hundreds of people throughout the world reading
Your books!
Cathy Cassidy is my favourite
Author – she’s the best!
Scarlett is my favourite book
Sundae Girl is out soon
Indigo Blue is sad and sweet
Dizzy and Driftwood too….
Y*ou must read these interesting books!!
By Morgan Byers, New Zealand
This poem is dedicated to my wonderful Grandad
He used to stand there,
Down by the stream,
And show me the ripples,
The fish, and the lean
Of the old oak tree,
Down by the stream.
He used to walk there,
Through the bushes and brambles,
And talk about the hare,
Birds and flowers
With bees buzzing round them,
Through the bushes and brambles.
He used to sit there,
In the chair by my bed,
And tell me stories of giants,
The good old days, when pencils were lead
And the teacher had canes,
In the chair by my bed.
But now the chair is empty,
The path with bushes and brambles abandonded
And the stream’s banks silent,
Grandad is no longer with us, but
Still I hear his voice telling me of these things.
PS: I wrote this poem and sent it to Cathy Cassidy because my Grandad gave me Scarlett, Indigo Blue and Dizzy.
Tilly, age 12
BULLYING
Standing in the corner being alone,
Feeling all angry and having a moan.
Talking to no one but yourself,
Like an empty book sat on a shelf.
Feels like I go to school each day,
To see the bullys laugh and play.
Becky, age 13
Happiness
Bright sunlight shines upon my face
I feel glorious and free
My hair is tangled, shoes flung off
My grin is as wide as can be
I feel fearless, safe and proud
And, Shouting “Hip Hooray!”
I wash away those nasty words
That hurt me to this day
You are smiling next to me
Kissing my smooth forehead
You tell me that you love me
That you’ll help me up ahead
I feel just so beautiful
So happy, here and now
knowing you’re beside me
Its happiness I’ve found
By Rosie Gresham
Scarlett
Scarlett is her name,
trouble is her game,
She’s the one to watch they say
Come on, lets get out of her way,
They say she’s bad and out of hand
She is feared all over the land
But perhaps she just needs a friend?
Someone with a hand to lend?
Someone who understands and cares
Someone who DOESN’T stop and stare
Someone with a horse as black as night
Someone who can VANISH out of sight
He is a boy, and very sweet
His name is Kian.
Susan aged 11
The Unwanted Girl
My foster parents tried to tell me
Why my parents didn’t want me
It was hard for them, they said
Whilst mum was on the drink, off her head
Dad just didn’t give a care
Or even notice I was there
They didn’t give me a home or a name
They got fed up of the parent game
Whilst mum could barely see the door
Or stand up on our wooden floor
Dad crept out with me in the night
And gave the police a terrible fright
By marching up to the enquires desk
And handing over the “little pest”
Saying how they had got fed up
Of the continuous cleaning up
That’s how I ended up right here
In a strangers home, listening to strangers ears
They gave me a future and a name
And I’m glad they never gave up the parenting game.
Because if they had I would be all alone
With no one and no place to call home.
Charlotte Lobley aged 12
