To The Northen Girl

To the northern girl
at Nottingham university.
Who was offered a place to do a PHD.
Who didn’t have a boyfriend
until she was twenty two.
Who had friends close
and few.
Who thought my father
was pompous, rude, arrogant.
A woman that is firm and frank
in what she says,
frowning at modern teenage ways.
Never believed when we were ill,
Awquardly tried to talk to me about the pill.
Told me I couldn’t be sad
when shitty relationships went bad.
Keep calm and carry on
no sympathy I ever got from
you

To my foundation
To my walls
To my roof
And to my floor

A woman strange to some.
That woman. That is my mum.

Nic x

Aquafresh and Boots brushes
Have just left my terminator jaws
And it's late
I'm dry, narrow-eyed and you're
Flowing with something
Was it the half-flat rabbit on the way
To M6? The fact that Google maps
Now let you walk the streets of Tokyo?
The trainers that your husband left
For tripping over?

You meet me on my sofa, Froydan glory
We're going into therapy
I walk along the walls and cieling
Of the box that you are in.
You say you're getting thin despite
The fact that pastries resume
And running's ceased and you
Just measure out minutes
Banana-flovoured medicine.

I promise that we'll work out a plan
We'll move to London.
We will visit Germany. We'll write
This down next morning, when it's not
Half twelve. I wake to you
Being away somewhere. Next time I see you
You are
Downstairs, shopping bags galore,
A haircut the six year old
Will ignore

And you just sit there, acceptance
Lapping up the wine
Playing Monopoly.
Marital bliss, once again, won.

Curls loosened by the rain,
My work here is done.

-Tallie


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Hide.

It's hard to be serious.
When pain makes you delirious.
And tears are so near to us.
Demons come through the fear in us.
So look at me, I'm here to trust.
When he will have finally pushed.
When your spirit's really crushed.
You know when our hands nearly touch.
We both want it just as much.
I'll always be here to clutch.
Close to you when you need such.
A person to make you feel loved.
I don't know if it's enough.
But I know that it's more than lust.
We would be so good for us.
You fixed my heart when it was crushed.
I don't think it was your intention.
It's like I've been in detetion.
Heart held in a time suspention.
Did I forget to mention.
I want to ask you a question.
But I'm so scared of rejection.
I turn and go in another direction.
Because I buckle under the tension.

So I run from you and hide in the darkness.

Yes.

I run from you and hide in the darkness.

If I could dare just to ask you.
I would stay and I would see this through.
But I'm gone.
I'm gone.

I'm not the most handsome lad.
But I will be the best you've had.
I know that sounds really bad.
But I don't mean it like that.
I mean I'll not let you down.
I wouldn't mess you around.
It felt like I had drowned.
Until you made my heart pound.
You brought me back to life.
When I'd given up with all the strife.
When misery in me was rife.
You encouraged me to try.

But I run from you and hide in the darkness.

Yes.

I run from you and hide in the darkness.

If I could dare just to ask you.
I would stay and I would see this through.
But I'm gone.
I'm gone.
I'm gone.

These scars run far too deep.
They make me loose my sleep.
I really hate the way they always seem to keep.
Me awake at night.
Demons so hard to fight.
There gone with mornings' light.
So I clench my fists tight.
-
You deserve so much more.
Than me, I am sure.
What am I even asking for?
I do not know.
That's why I go.
Write this flow.
Just to show.
Just to blow.
Off this steam.
While I scream.
The words stream
Out of me.
They rip the seams.
All my dreams.
Converge on this computer screen.
For you to read.
While my heart bleeds.
It is what feeds.
This poetry.
For all to see.
My heart set free.
I wonder would you have me?
Probably.
Not see.

I run from you and hide in the darkness.

Yes.

I run from you and hide in the darkness.

If I could dare just to ask you.
I would stay and I would see this through.
But I'm gone.
I'm gone.
I'm gone.

-H

The Ideal Pastime

I wrote this when I was in Year 6 :')

Flowing writing, a different world:
Vicarious travel, imagery whirl.
Characters sneeze, characters snooze,
Enjoying the buzz, away with the blues.
A classic, a comedy, a horror or two,
A war story...spy! Non-fiction ones too!
Let's go with the flow and relish the flow -
Catching the hue with just words to show.
Animals here, animals there.
Like the Noah's Ark - they're everywhere!
THE IDEAL PASTIME - reading a story,
Relaxing yourself, savouring the glory.
So go and get one now - have a real good look.
And put your feet up and read a good book! (:

Mini Saga: Break a Leg!

This mini saga was influenced by an accident my friend had. He broke a leg, and had to be lifted by an air ambulance. Many people said he was lucky that he got a ride on a helicopter...

Through the blur of racing navy blue jumpers, Scott glimpsed it - huge, gunmetal, hovering against the grass. Rotor winds slapped against his face. His leg's broken, face in grimace. The pain was incredible.

But as he was hoisted up the air ambulance, he glimpsed envious faces, heard murmurings:

"He's lucky..."

Mini Saga: To Catch a Rainbow

A poet, pen nestled on his ear, sat atop an oarless boat. Drifting out to sea, he sought tender inspiration from the night sky.

Drunk with the effervescent stars, the inky infinity spread before him, impulse struck - THE perfect sonnet!!!

At that auspicious moment, he realised what he forgot - paper.

Unfair Trade

A baby chimp in hand
Is better than four of them dead in the bush,
But most priceless is his head-scratching habit
When wondering where his family went.

A shark’s fin soup
tastes grey and cold once you’ve surmised
That the Great White,
de-finned alive
Is with its alcoholic eyes and body
Still executing the Jig of Death in the deep.

The fiery stripes on the rug of tiger-pelt
Is nothing compared to a tiger’s actual presence felt
Stalking through the jungle.
Tyger tyger burning bright, what human Gun for Hire
Dares light your funereal pyre?

Humans often overlook to be Humane
By gazing with disdain
at the idea that
there is beauty in Letting Be.
For all our great strides in international comity,
Walking upright as masters of diplomacy,

The Unfair Trade betrays only one thing:
That we all still lack expertise
in the Great Art of Coexisting.

A Haiku to Reading

I'm losing myself
in the clutches of a book.
Puzzled, yet content.

Who Cares Anymore?

And the moon seems too old to care
As the life ebbs out of me.
Trickling, streaming, screaming,
Death comes swift.
No one cares anymore.

Competitions

Okay, so here's the info about competitions that I told you guys about

First one's got to be handed into ME or MRS RAPHAEL before HALF TERM for a chance to get published in an anthology and receive a £10 book voucher. The best thing is that it can be ANY LENGTH, ANY TOPIC, ANY STYLE! Go to town guys :D

Second one is the boring essay competition, but one with a GREAT prize. Here's the info for it:


The 2010 Baillie Gifford Essay Competition. For the 5th year running, Baillie Gifford - in association with the Financial Mail - is running a national essay competition aimed at helping students understand more about managing their finances. The competition is open to two different age categories, 13-15 year-olds and 16-18 year-olds, and they have to write an essay of no more than 750 words on the following subject:

"As a newly appointed minister in the coalition government, how would you encourage more people to save and why is saving good for the economy?"

There are fantastic prizes up for grabs, including a 16GB Apple iPad, two days work experience at the Financial Mail (for the 16-18 year old category only), a mini laptop computer, and lots of book tokens. Plus there’s also the chance for your school to win some great prizes. The school of the first-prize winner in each age category will receive £500, a trophy and 34 educational finance workbooks.

Please make sure that all entries reach us on or before the closing date of 5 November 2010.
Please visit www.bailliegifford.com/essay to find out more about the competition and to enter online.



Okay my dears, enjoy and let me know what you're all doing!

See you Tuesday!

Love,

Tallie

If I had.

I just got mugged.
Shrugged.
Wiped away the blood.
And continued to strut.
I'm out of my rut.
No more cut.
Wrists.
This is.
Bliss.

If I had had a time machine.
I wouldn't change a thing.
I know some times were mean.
And some wounds still sting.

Start from the beginin.
I was never winnin.
Mainly raised by women.
I was thinnin.
Didn't eat a thing.
Hopin somethin.
Would bring.
My daddy back.
But his lack.
Of bein here.
May have brought my tears.
Engaged my fears.
But over the years.
I grown better than what he'd have made me.
And maybe.
It's for the best.

If I had had a time machine.
I wouldn't change a thing.
I know some times were mean.
And some wounds still sting.

I lost my little cousin.
I remember rushin.
Around, gushin.
Tears.
With my family.
We never got to see.
Her gorw to be.
A happy child, we.
Found out after the funeral.
That the hospital.
Took her organs without permission.
More hurt, blured vission.
From more cyin'
But it made us hard is what I'm tryin.
To say.
I'll always remember that day.
It sticks in my head, in the worst way.

If I had had a time machine.
I wouldn't change a thing.
I know some times were mean.
And some wounds still sting.

Skip forward, miss out more stuff.
I don't want to gush.
Every.
Bad memory.
I have in me.
But let's see,
Which one next?
My dad cryin over his ex.
After she tried to knife him.
Sink a blade into his skin.
And she still met my face with a sickenin.
Grin.
Knowin.
I'd had to hold my dad up.
While he shook.
From the tears.
And my gears.
In my head.
Grind.
While I try to find,
Somethin' to say.

If I had had a time machine.
I wouldn't change a thing.
I know some times were mean.
And some wounds still sting.

A few more months.
And I'm stood in front.
Of a mirror while I grunt.
As I slip a blade across my wrist.
Clench my fist.
Face twists.
Vission mists.
Wash the blood down the sink.
While I blink.
Away the moister.
Like mornin due.
It's gone a soon.
As it came.
As is the pain.
But I know I'll do it again.
Just hope I'll become sane.

If I had had a time machine.
I wouldn't change a thing.
I know some times were mean.
And some wounds still sting.

So now I'm better.
Gettin' wetter.
Standin in the rain.
Waiting for a train.
Have a clear brain.
After havin lain.
My depression to rest.
This is the best.
Time of my life.
And I'm wastin it.
So I'm facin it.
Head on.

If I had had a time machine.
I wouldn't change a thing.
I know some times were mean.
And some wounds still sting.
-H

This warrior metality.
Is apparently.
Bad for me.
While I franticly.
Heat up like the Arctic sea.
Then I'll be.
Fighting with clarrity.
But don't expect charity.
I'll be spittin' blaspheme.
And ask for three.
Seconds, to break free.
I reckon.
I'm a land mine you're stepin'
On,
And I won't be gone.
Till I'm done.
I don't do this just for fun.
So you'd better run.
Because until the day.
That I'm old and grey.
I'll be okay.
Fightin whatever comes my way.
Until I run out of luck.
And I'm finally stuck.
Struck.
Down.
I'll keep goin till I bleed out.
-H

And There I go again.

I don't meen to complain and moan.
But lately I've been shown.
Just how you can be blown.
Back, and left alone.
No one rings my telephone.
I feel like we have grown.
So apart.
And now I start.
Feeling like dart.
Passed right through my heart.

And there I go again.

Talking so much of heart break.
And slit wrists, that make my arm ache.
My heart beats like an earth quake.
But your heart beat is so fake.
There's only so much I'll take.
Of you, your like a snake.
In the grass.
A higher class.

And there I go again.

I'm drinkin'Sinkin'Blinkin'away tearswhat was I thinkin'shrinkin'under stars twinklin', light's dimmin'conciousnessthinin'blackness. Your'resotactless. I'mscreamininside.died.blind.Find myself.

And there I go again.

This pain.
Is a train.
Wreck in my brain.
Heck. Am I sane?
I'll ask this pill.
While I take my fill.
Carefull not to spill.
What I drinkin, pig swill?
No, pig's will.
Fly tonight.
Oh right.
Really?
No, but I nearly.
Had you.
Oh wait no I didn't.
Take a sip, stay hidden.

Here I go again.
-Harry

I wish I'd not returned.
Wish you could have learned.
I do not want to be.
At school and you will see.
Me leave.
But you begged, please.
Stay, don't go.
But then you throw.
Me away.
Why did I stay?
Just for you.
Now I'm screwed.
And so confused.
I want to be.
In the military.
You played me.
What, you think you'll save me?
I'll still join up.
Wish me luck.
But don't think of.
The boy you'll loose.
Forever.
You will see me, never.
Again.
All the pain.
Inside.
Died.
I'll come home, once or twice.
Would that be nice?
Would you want to see.
What you gave up.
Or would it suck.
Would it hurt.
More than any injury.
I could take?
Would I wake.
In the night.
And want to fight.
My way to you.
But I've out grew you.
Screw you.
I'll be on my ship.
Or in the shit.
And you will miss me.
Or the way you twist me.
Around your finger.
I wont linger.
Any longer.
Some lad will con ya.
Into bed.
While I'll be bein careful not to tred.
On a land mine.
I'm gonna leave this time.
-H

Rock and Roll Soul

Rock and Roll Soul

From this day forth I will live a life
Of Rock and Roll,
I announced to my mother the other day. She was speechless
Oh I could never describe the look on her face!

I’m pretty sure
In her mind she had conjured
My metamorphosis into a rebel, an iniquitous blight
With a boorish swagger, high boots,
And jeans OOOOOOHHH SO TIGHT!
Long hair swishing from side to side.
What a FRIGHT!

Before she could topple over, I quickly allayed her fears.
(Like hey, she never really knew me from all those years!)
Mum:

A true proselyte of Rock and Roll
Has communed with the light within his soul.
True, at times he deigns to conform,
And breaks free from the conveyor-belt norm.

Steeped in the sounds of his wild wild youth,
Underneath all the shiny façade he sees the Truth.
Equipped with the mettle to question
All the hegemony and oppression.


An advocate of peace when all the world’s at war,
(And yet somehow they think that he is bizarre!)
Believing that … “all you need is love!”

He sees through his effervescent eyes
Everyone’s sparkle and star-struck lips
Beyond their disguise
He sees
within everyone is a force beyond measure.
Rock on, my brothers!

Having a rock and roll lifestyle is quite handy
When residing in a slumbering planet.
Everything he touches comes alive
Of shades of gleaming gunmetal, screamin’ green, jazzberry jam
And once again the earth is such a sight, amplified.

Night has fallen upon the world,
But for our Rock and Roller, things have just started to get
interesting.
He dusts sandstorms from off his weathered boots
And tenaciously carries on with the show.
YOWWW!

He takes life by the day, and knows how
To flow like water, drift like clouds
And besides,
what better way to express
The world’s moments of ecstasy
and distress
Than through this?

A rocker Rocks On regardless of age,
Of gender, of creed, and of race,
He speaks up on his stage when there is need to be brave,
To eschew all that is base and depraved.

Outrageous like Black Sabbath, but suave like the King,
He will without doubt make your heart sing!

And from that day forth having one like me in the house,
Has made my mum proud.
Because I choose to have a Rock and Roll Soul
Which just means I’m LIVING OUT LOUD!

;D

-Marco (Polo)

PS: I entered this for a performance poetry competition; wish me luck!

So now I strap on my armour.
And laugh at the Karma.
You're such a charmer.
But really what are ya?
All I see is a face.
A whore with no tatse.
In a stiuation you placed.
Youself in, a disgrace.
You'll want me when I'm gone.
Cleanin guns.
Four mile runs.
Under an Afgan sun.
And I'll probably think back.
To the way I used to act.
Always tryin to attract.
Your antenntion.
With unmatched afection.
Now I've dealt with rejection.
I'm movin onto reflection.
I'll never write to you, or call you at night.
Never tell you I love you when the feelin's right.
You'll never see me again.
I promise you that.
-H

The books in my bag.
Aren't half as heavy as my heart.
It just won't start.
Her words tore me apart.
And sent me burnin' to the ground.
Now I've found.
Away of coping.
Stand soaking.
In the rain, hoping.
Chokin.
On my tounge.
It's all gone.
Wrong.
Break my leg's, I'll walk it off.
Snap my back, I'll laugh not cough.
Smash my nose, The blood will run.
Break my heart, I'm dead, done.
-H