The Walk

By: Jimmy

 

My walk home from school is an opportunity

 

To think about the day that has just gone

 

Nothing to stop my thoughts from flowing

 

As I walk through a familiar and welcoming path

 

It is an opportunity to look into the future

 

As I think about what awaits me tomorrow.

 


Control Concept

By:

 

Why is it that there’s always a rush?

 

Either to get to a class or go catch a bus

 

Your folks constantly hurrying you on a telephone line

 

Always obsessed with the central concept of time

 

Forced to wonder; without time would there be decay.

 

To be frank, I couldn’t honestly say.

 

I know the answer to such a question profound,

 

But back in ages past a solution may be found.

 

However I guess for now we have to sit and try to understand That time waits for no man,

 

Either the tide of an arm or the drip of the sand.

 


Gone

 

The trees, greener than they ever were before

 

A silhouette that haunts me forever more

 

All my senses heightened and heart thumping

 

Noticing every little detail around me

 

The fear of never seeing it all again

 

What I once took for granted

 

This is how you always must have felt

 

But just that one time you felt it all too much

 

It consumed you and took you away

 

So now I feel it all for another day

 

But I will stay and you will not

 

All the memories I never forgot.

 


Helganes

 

At the bench in Helganes

 

In that moment I knew

 

I’d said it many times before

 

But this time it was true

 

The rain was falling heavily

 

You were soaked and sad

 

I wore that bright banana coat

 

That had belonged to your dad.

 

I’d never seen you cry before

 

Or at least not by myself

 

I knew I couldn’t replace him

 

I just wanted to help

 

And though it’s all behind us

 

We’ve parted a couple steps

 

I’ll never forget your tears

 

On that bench in Helganes

 


Looking Up

 

Looking up – not at the stars –

 

but at the void that spans between them

 

The emptiness, the darkness, the peace

 

The feeling that up there,there is no pain

 

No worries, no fear, no grief

 

What if I could go up there and leave it all behind?

 

The suffering, the famine, the drought.

 

Who would I be to give up on hope

 

In love, in light, in life?

 


I can’t think of what I love

 

I’ve done a bit not much

 

I like things but it’s probably not love

 

I’m not a child but still not a man

 

Love still sorta confuses me

 

I can’t think of what I hate

 

Frustrated is about as mad as I’ve been

 

It’s very quickly forgotten though

 

I probably don’t care enough

 

About anything other than love.

 


A friend of mine left his home

 

To find somewhere better

 

But he was refused his refuge

 

Left alone

 

In a system that doesn’t work

 

Without a home

 

Without the language

 

Without his wife

 

Without his daughter

 

Only him

 

Just another refugee to society

 

Just another hanged man.

 


The Epiphany

 

Like a bird perched on a nest

 

A veil of protection atop my head

 

The idea of mourning and loss I did detest

 

Abhorring the image of an untimely death.

 

Whistling in the wind this woeful news breezed

 

Submitting my mortal soul

 

To a void that caused me to freeze

 

In my heart there is an unhealable hole.

 

As a mould of clay I was shaped

 

He listened to my childish desires

 

Clad in a black robe I am draped

 

His leaving left an everlasting fire.

 


I had a dream,

 

I walked right out

 

I touched the sky,

 

I felt the clouds

 

The thoughts in my head,

 

I could not find

 

I’ll make new ones

 

Leave them all behind

 

Dancing and singing

 

was all so fun

 

Sleeping and dreaming#

 

is just so dumb

 

Go outside

 

make your future

 

Now is the time

 

It won’t get any better.

 


Noise

 

There I was standing

 

at the edge of the water

 

Water soaking up my feet

 

Sea shells crunching beneath

 

Crack crack they went

 

The noise of the ship’s horn in the distance

 

The child crying behind me

 

The crisps being eaten

 

The waves coming crashing in

 

They made me wash away

 

Not with the water

 

But in thought.

 


Mood swings.

 

I look through a window

 

Through which the world is bright

 

This ocean of contentment

 

Darkness turns to light.

 

Until the sun starts to fade

 

The rain starts to pour

 

I slam the shutters of my windows

 

Bolt up my soul’s door.

 

Then once more

 

It repeats.