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

Those were the days.

I'm disapearing.
Into a clearing.
Running on the rocks.
bare footed, no socks ;)
Claws diging in.
To bloody flesh.
Howl for the kill.
Howl for the thrill.
Alert my brothers.
and all the others.
I have won.
I'm the one.
The alpha.
It's amazing.
So I sit gazing out a window.
In a school I go to.
Remembering the days before.
when I had sharp teath 'n' claws.
And fur. Black as night.
Yellow eyes and muscular might.
Those were the days.
-H

to a T / I love...

a semi-work in progress.
the best people, the ones who mean something to me are so hard to describe & do justice, write about to a t, let alone actually tell them without feeling like a cheese/turning 5 shades of crimson
this is my go, as far as I've got.

my friend, you are
the most interesting,
tone deaf, exciting
like a made-up person
spontaneous
crazy loving and hilarious
so predictable but then you go and surprise
even yourself. put me in my place
when I'm wrong (usually).
bad judgement
and I love that.
I love

seeing from another perspective. being taken aback
when you show me another side for the first time.
your attention, your interest.
I love being your friend.

I love
spending my time with you,
or as much as I get.
spending time, and wasting it
because you are the most worthwhile.

I love
every moment
the good, the bad, the very
very
confusing.
the just plain strange.
I love valuing
and being valued
I love being crazy then serious
and telling you everything
about everything, and me.

I love
making plans that won't happen.
seeing bits of your life, putting them together.
being together.
your support when it matters.
your company,
just being with me
when I need it
or at least knowing when I do.
I love you being there and accepting everything I am
when you don't have to.

I love you,
my best friend.
the end.


-- tor.

Natural Attraction.

Just lie with me.
Beneath the canopy.
Of these many trees.
And then we.
Will talk about you and me.
And how we'd be.
Forever together.
No matter the weather.
Our love is like the forest around us.
Strong. Ancient.
We'll feel complacent.
Smug.
For what we've withstood.
Even with the mud.
Being pressed into our hair.
Our fur.
The animal like lure.
Of nature.
It's natural.
This mutual feeling.
It's reeling us in.
And we don't fight back.
Love has taken us back to the world.
Back.
To the pack.
With which we used to run.
That's my love. Animal like.
And the bite.
Of love
Has tainted my blood.
It's intoxicating.
And frustrating.
That's my love.
-H

Nathan.

There he goes.
Still fighting him with a busted nose.
Split lip, black eye, but he don't show.
Any sign of backing down. NO!
He'll keep going.
Keep on flowing.
Keep on thorwing.
Punch after punch.
On his late lunch.
When his cheek bones CRUNCH
Blood on his top.
But he still wont stop.
Showing A block.
What not.
To mess with.
That's Nathan.



He lost by the way.
and the lad who caused him A.B.H got to stay at school, and got good grades too!
-H

Pink Wrapping Paper

Stimulus: Pink Wrapping Paper

Part One
Small, insignificant and crinkly.
What would life care for me?
Thin, papery and rough,
Just like life's evil and wicked machinations,
The bleak, cold wing forces its strength
On my weak edges,
Never quite in,
Always seems out,
The flush of my pink cheeks showing.
What is my purpose?
I'm barren - and insignificant.

Part Two
A warm gentle hand picks me up,
Ruffles and soothes my frozen, broken skin.
Against a colourful wall I now stand,
Besides a Christmas tree,
Some tinsel and bells,
Around a pleased and happy family...
And softly I fondle the gifts of the season.

-M(P)

tit less

I've had too many defining moments,
Too many for my liking;
more terrifying is the thought that there must,
of course, be many more.

They do occupy a certain space,
where without them,
i would not have these wrinkles, about my face.
More worry than for laughter,
though those 'defining' moments have nothing
on the small details of everyday.
Have nothing on the words that form,
our feelings of each people
loving or lethal.

Why you remember those moments you do,
they may not bring joy,
but they may bring part of you.

HNR :)