Just a little starter :) Weatherman -Promise

There must have been something,

In the air that night,

When I gave you my promise of clouds lifting,

And light.

And there must have been something,

In the air that night

When I promised you snowdrops

And a cold so biting,

Your swirling breath claws at the world.

So there must have been something

In the air that night,

Where I promised you lightning,

Flashes of thunderous,

Thunderous noise.

There must have been something

A symbol in the clouds

A whirring of moisture,

And I’m Oh Very Sorry it didn’t happen.

I Tried.

But after all,

I am only the weatherman.

Hidden Treasure (if anyone can come up with a better title it would be much appreciated)

This is the first ever poem I have put up on here, I really hope it's good!


Deep in the heart of a dark pool
Lies, the most precious treasure you might find,
Amongst the silk that parts the red,
An immortal light is shielded best,
Reaching out to those who know,
Untamed, the fire melts the snow.

Refusal leads back to desire
Rising with the flames of fire,
Enhancing the darkness pounding through
And the treasure is getting closer too,
Near enough to now be captured
But first that question must be answered.

Pulsing through that same dark pool
A question that’s against the rules;



                                                     Is this true or false?

                                                     Love the most what we cannot have?


Listen and you’ll find the answer
Decipher it and find the power
Because only then you will find
Who unlocks the chamber’s mind?
Even we can break the rules
If we want it in our souls
And then the chamber can be tamed
Now the treasure can be claimed
Meaning I am whole again.

- Laura -

Guys!

Creative Writing Club is cancelled tomorrow again, really sorry about that, but the weather doesn't seem to be on our side!

Keep writing! We'll be back soon :) xx

My take on exams.

Screw my education.
It leads do the desecration.
Of the soul.
Leaves you cold.
Leaves me blind.
My minds eye.
Dead.
Forgotten and rotten.
Education kills your imagination.
With the added frustration, of failed exam papers.
That they make us sit.
While we grit our teath.
And beneath a calm collected exterior.
In the school's cafeteria.
I'm screaming.
"Why did I do this?!"
And the answer is...
I really don't know.
I could have gone to "Stevo's"
and the time of my life.
Now I'm depressed and holding a knife.
Above my wrist.
Watch me twist my mind around the problem.
Screw it.
-H

Pinball


Rocknroll the ball will flick

And land into your hand but before

You have to understand that there are stars

And there are wires underneath

So measure out



If you please

Your force

And fling the ball into another flashing gate

And wait before it falls

Back to the ground state

And send another message

See what game this is?



Send it and stay

The heavy sphere metal if you please

It flashes past and 'Ding' it hit

The button in your ears will ring

Ding ding ding ding

Backwards and forwards

On its way



To meet me

'Hey'



You have one new message'

'Main menu'

'To listen to your message

Press one'



Not even one megabyte

Press one

Or a noticeable quantity

Press one

It could cause a war

Press one

Or create a tsunami

Press one

And it did

We had paper swords of origami

And floods were caused by water guns



Press one

The message runs



We're less than three but more than

Gigabytes

We're dust mites

Giants

After a game of pinball

Kings and queens

Of endless phone calls.



Messages

Are bosons, you said

Packets or reflective

Metal balls

Flicked back and forth

Like heavy words.

Unsaid

Unplayed

Left heavy in the cavity

Of spare supplies



Truths and lies

Played like a pack of cards

Dealt with a witty hand

The humour of which I am only

Slowly learning

To accept

and understand.

-Nataliya

Forever yours.

Nothing in the world can pull me away.
I'll be there by your side 'till the end of my days.
I'll be your guardian angel burning in the sun rays.
If you'll let me, if I may.
I can be the crutch, the shoulder to cry on.
Or be the warrior, you can rely on.
Either way I'll keep my love strong.

I'll be the man standing by your side.
Outfitted in emotional armour.
The type that makes others cower.
And I'll hold you in my arms like a delicate flower.
I can be the crutch, the shoulder to cry on.
Or be the warrior you can rely on.
Either way I'll keep my love strong.

Use my heart as your shield.
I'll make the attackers yield.
Use me as the sword you wield.
I'll make sure our love is sealed.
I can be the crutch, the shoulder to cry on.
Or be the warrior you can rely on.
Either way I'll keep my love strong.

-H

If I were to ask you...

If i were to to ask you
Would you ever?
Would you say no i would never
Would you lie to save your pride
of who you used to be?

I remember you back then
But you dont remember me

so why should i be nice to you?
why should i have to pretend?
why should i have to act like your a new person?
because dispite the hair cut you are the same kid!