I'm not supposed to drink coffee...

...because my mum wants all the coffee to herself! But sometimes when she's at work, I love to make my own cup of coffee to feel a bit more "grown up".

Pop! The kettle wheezes to a stop.

Willow tendrils grasp at my nose,

Beckons. My eyelids are ripped open

by its sight - I bring the black treasure

to my wavering lips, I sip. Hmmm.

Exams still worry me...

...no matter how good I am at a subject. But it isn't the exam that I'm ever truly worried about - it's the result that comes later that swarms my mind. Speaking of which, I have a maths exam in two days, hope you like the pun at the end of the poem.

A tidal rip wave surges towards me.

No escape. No time to prepare.

Wave upon wave of questions

hit my fragile shores. I wait

with my arms, hands, brain, sore

from tackling the wave.

I wait for the aftermath.

I feel lucky...

...that I'm part of this technological revolution.

Windows may pop up into a new world,

Communication offering a new Vista

better than the last 7.

"Ace!" my mother shouts out,

I tell her it's not ace, not Sharp either,

but the previous ones were Acer

and Aspire to DELLiver.

Neurons fire, synapses hold fast - a finger flicks, clicks

...opens into white fields of blue, red, yellow, blue, green and red buds.

Go! ogle at its beauty. I'm feeling lucky.

I used to be afraid to dream...

...but not any more, because no matter how bad the dreams get, when I wake up it's always worse.

I saw in my kaleidoscope last night,

a sight so rare to find,

even more so rare to find, the same sin

corrupting your heart and mind

as the one that corrupted him,

turned him into a dog, a pig

wallowing in his whisky misery

and whining, wine at hand,

clutching his beer belly.

I cry awake, remembered the bed.

Then went back to sleep. I'd rather

face the nightmares of my dreams

than the dungeons of reality.

I still stare at the skies...

...every now and then. It makes me feel so alive.

An all-encompassing blanket rages

tonight. Its silken texture belies

its fury. Sometimes, it stands still, and ponders

the story of life, then falls.

Other times, it wavers - and a quick blow

drags its own life away...

f a d e s

into clearer, azure skies.

Your Harry

I've never felt this war before.
Never felt tears pour.
Down my face, my eyes so sore.
Holes in my heart you tore.
I'm shaking like a leaf.
I need some relief.
On my coffin lay a wreath.
My heart, you can keep.
So much looks inviting.
To stop all this fighting.
To give up and ride lightning.
In the sky, I will be sighing.
Now you've lost "Your Harry"
He's cold and dark, can't carry.
On without you.
So now he's about to.
Slam up all his walls.
Never again in love he'll fall.
But he'll still answer when you call.
Still be there through it all.
Still care and be your friend.
Right until the bitter end.
Till he takes his last breath.
And you lay him down to rest.
With a hole inside his chest.
No heart inside his breast.
He'll reamin yours.

I feel like we've been drifting.
Sifting.
Through emotions.
Like an ocean.
I am drowning in.
And I can't swim.
I cannot breathe.
Please.
Don't leave.
I love you.
Too.
Much to bare the pain.
Again.
I'm sat with my knees tucked under my chin.
The walls within.
The all fell down.
Now I'm lying on the ground.
Tears burnt on my face when I'm found.
Drained of every ounce of blood.
Before you throw me in the mud.
Send a message of my love.
I gave my heart so freely.
Even when you mistreat me.
It remains yours.
I no longer need it.
I'm dead, so can't retrieve it.