The Unknown

The unknown is not something to fear, but to explore. We fear the unknown because we don’t understand. We don’t understand and therefore we are afraid. Afraid to unlock the inner mysteries and questions we want answers to. So the unknown just sits there; like a box, longing to be opened and it’s contents explored.…

Journal Task 3- Precious Time

I am learning to be grateful To cherish and savour This very moment in time, I am learning not to give in to the predator Whose hands torture me day by day   Precious Time Is endless, there’s no beginning, no end It is constantly running from eternity to infinity But your journey in time…

Journal #3 – Holding you back

Do you sometimes feel stuck in a place you know so well? Trying to move forward, but something is pulling you back. That you’re a chained dog with a leash that’s too short. Because the very people you thought were there to help you forward were the ones keeping you back. Life is a battle.…

Journal Entry #3 – Tell Them How You Feel

Thoughts caress my mind Lingering like souls trapped in limbo Locked up infractions in the chambers No guard dare venture   Words that once really mattered But got lost on the way Undelivered packages of psycho babble Tossed in the incinerator Ashes brushed away like dust under the rug   Soda bubbles and fizzes out…

Slipping

I am slipping down Further into that abyss again The abyss of never feeling good And always being self conscious I am slipping down Pushing back the people that love me The people that accept my sins And the ones that try to catch me before I fall I don’t want to slip To slip…

Never grow up

When I was little, I use to think that the moon followed my car where ever I went. I use to think that the clouds were like fairy floss and if you got high enough you could walk on them. Or that on Christmas eve, the red lights on aeroplanes was actually Rudolph’s nose in…

When the Darkness comes

Journal Entry #3 It starts small. It sings through your sunless soul, with the persistent sound of silence. It savours the shadows, spinning and slithering, becoming the sick, sadistic stuff that savours the place once upon a time called safe. It has no Sabbath, takes no sabbaticals, but continues to be a saboteur until it…

(Journal 3) The Truth

Dear the truth I’ve always wondered why you exist, Are you evil, Are you a beast ready to pound upon your next victim, People say that you are honesty Just told to hurt others, Stabbing them right in the back, Never feeling the guilt inside of you, Because hurting others is normal for you, But…

Blunt Scissors – Journal Task #3

A friend of mine once told me he wanted to be a pair of scissors At him I laughed hysterically for over five minutes He turned and asked me ‘What’s so funny?’ I replied saying ‘Don’t you want to make money?’ He gave me the strangest of strange looks And handed over to me the…

Journal Task #3- Seashells

It is in this darkness I’m feeling my empty void, my universe It’s no ones to share but mine My palpitating heart thrums to the hollowed out beat of the over worn winds Passing through my body, and forming wisps of sensational ash and smoke around my eyes. And I feel myself forgotten and senseless,…

Journal #3 – Oblivion

He lays awake at night His body dead and limp, slumped on his bed While his mind is awake, all neurons and synapses Firing, working at full capacity He wonders who he is, Who everyone else is deep within Hidden from sight by The façade that is kept on Around others, people who will judge…

Beauty

What is beauty? Is it a green meadow bathing in the sinking sun? Or is it the thin layer of cloud floating through peaks of blue light? Maybe the air rich with the scent of heavenly flower Or the deep shadow of a weeping willow. Who is beauty? Is beauty what we see or feel?…

Luck

Luck Written out, he looks rather odd, l…u…c…k Perhaps, he was the fourth pea in the pod? Barely noticed, or appreciated, We push him, shove him, and throw him to the ground, I beg you, don’t judge at first sight, I beg you, listen to his sound. Luck. Written out, he’s nothing more Than four…

Journal Task #3 – I Can’t Write

I can’t write. As a child I followed the rules, listening to every constant bell and teacher instructions. I thought that was what life was, always doing what was expected of me as if I was a lion in a circus waiting for my next trick. But it turns out, life is the complete opposite,…

Journal #2

1. I walk down stairs, home alone. Then to hear even loader footsteps upstairs. 2. Everyone one loves to watch tv. Not when there is a hand flicking over the channels.

Yellow eyes

After the party I felt like I was on top of the world. I had fun with my mates, got a little drunk and even got crowned “King Mason”. It was pretty idiotic if you ask me . I lay on my bed and close my eyes smiling at the thought of my fun night.…

Journal Task #3 – Performance poetry

We’ve been exploring Performance or ‘Slam’ Poetry, and how we can use both language devices and performance skills to tell stories, express opinions and engage audiences. We’re working as a class towards exploring lots of different kinds of Performance Poetry and experiencing the different styles of various poets, in order to work towards creating our…

Journal #2 – Sleep Paralysis

The cold crisp air blows through the window, chilling the room. I wake up and feel the goose bumps running down my arm. I adjust the blanket, wrapping it around my entire body. Sticking a hand out, I check the time on my phone. 4am. I try to turn my body to the side, but…