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My life is a roller coaster,

That never stops

It has ups and downs.

I think to myself that one day

This will all just stop.

At school I’m stressed

With work and drama

It never ending tiredness

When I get home, I’m happy to be back

I start my homework

Listen music

And try to concentrate

But I never do

Early morning wake up

To finish the rest of my homework

I am like a sleeping lion trying to catch prey.

It’s a school life.

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King of terror

They want us to be afraid

They want us to cower

They want us to hide

They want us to stop learning

They want us to cover up

Says the King of Terror

We will not be afraid

We will not cower

We will not hide

We will learn

We will be who we are

As the bombs go off

Girls screaming

Giving into the King of Terror

Running, screaming

Blood

Boom! Crash!

The ceiling caves in

Giving into the King of terror

They take us away

Like a lamb to a slaughter

Put us in slavery

Do the unthinkable

Do the unbearable

Take us in

Chew us out

Spit us out scarred for life

But that’s what they want

For us to be afraid

But we shall stand tall

And fight back against the King of Terror

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he hit me,
unexpectedly.
we were in this together for so long
I thought we would ever be together and strong.
I was planning to marry him.
One day we were arguing,
Didnt think anything of it,
It is healthy to fight.
Right?
Well at least that is what i thought.

we fought all day and all night,
i thought it was ok because that has always been the case.
One night he hit me,
i felt, as i could not fight back.
i was too scared to walk out,
eventually i thought he would stop.
Day after day, he would hit me.
I was his punching bag.
No sign of a white flag.

No sympathy,
Just me begging on my broken knees.
He hit me.

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She comes to school with a smile convincingly real

But the question is, is that really what she feels?

Her mask hides the tears that stream down

Lines on her forehead from her constant frown

No one is aware, and no one will ever be aware

She always comes home to a warzone

Her parents screaming while she’s in the corner alone

The scars on her arms from the sharp blade of a knife

A constant reminder of her sadness and her strife

Still, no one is aware, no one is aware

Her hair a bird’s nest, her eyes a full lake

Not a single hour of sleep, she lies awake

Into the hallway and then down the stairs

She stumbles, she falls, her family doesn’t care

No one is aware, no one is aware, they shall never be aware

She runs into the streets, away from the hell hole

Rows and rows of houses, but not a single soul

She finds a closed store, while she’s on the run

She steals weapons, knives and a gun

No one is aware, no one is aware

The hunger in her stomach growled in dismay

She hadn’t eaten anything for the past few days

She always wore baggy clothes to hide her skeleton figure

And nobody knew why, until she pulled the trigger

No one is aware

Until now, everyone is aware.

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You rise at dawn

The sound of distant gunfire can be heard.

The concrete walls vibrating like an earthquake

You dare not say a word

For what you are about to discover.

Helpless, needy, worried

There is no sign of food

You panic

Then stop.

An explosion right outside the door

You fall onto the concrete floor.

This is it, they’ve found you

There is no escape

You realize the bigger picture

Is starting to take shape.

Staring out the window you see a figure in the darkness;

Among the rubble of the concrete houses and debris

Who can it be?

Then your worst fears come true

He yells something in another language

A tank approaches your house along the dirty, dusty road

You try to hide under the stairs but it’s too late

You have met your fate

He walks into the room and sees you

Then he pulls out his gun.

Amen.

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Mabelle the jolly good child

She dances really crazy and wild

She has a need for perfection

As her collection

Of point shoes are all perfect

Every single one is gold

Never a sight of black or mould!

She takes all the chances,

While she runs around and prances

She dances every day

And bobby pins are her bae

Her hair is always done up right

It’s so, so, so tight

A bow completes the look

She read about it from a dancing book

She dances like a blaze

With an expression like a soft haze

Her room is full of trophies and medals

With a little sprinkle of flower petals

Her desk is purple;

And oh look! A popcorn kernel!

She must have been watching some dancing movies last night

As her laptop screen is still very bright!

The most important thing for her is to have fun

She smiles and giggles up until the dance is done.

There is one thing I knew before I ever talked to Mabelle

It’s that she went to school at St Peter Chanel.

Love from,
Kathleen

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My mind is a laptop.

28 browsers open, 
None of them responding.
Sounds, noises, coming from everywhere,
From things I don’t even remember opening

My mind is a laptop

Off in its own world.
Never doing what I tell it to,
Going off and looking at things,
Until there’s nothing left to do.

My mind is a laptop

Thinking, thinking, thinking,
Until I can think no longer,
And it just all comes out,
Although, only I can see my anger. 

My mind is a laptop

Saving all the information into different files,
Thinking I’ll remember when I saved it,
But in the end I can never find it,
Its like I’ve put it in a mosh pit

My mind is a laptop. 

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as a watch them play
hoping that one day, maybe
they would ask me to play

leaning against this cold wall
back hunched, afraid to stand tall
boredom calls

my mind ponders on what it would be like if someone made a stand
take me away from this place called no-mans-land

and showed a little kindness
because thats all it takes
for the sake of my presence
to be wanted

wouldn't it be easier of i went
would it make up for all that time spent leaning against this cold wall
waiting for someones call

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string the tree stands
a rough surface
been here for years
on the inside life hanging on like a strand

where have you gone she cries
why did you leave
i have nothing
you gave me nothing

weak the tree stands
rough surface deteriorating
years flashing before her eyes
one by one the leaves fall

where have you gone she cries
why did you leave
weak tree moaning with hunger
on the inside the thread of life crumbles
where did you go she cries
there the tree dies