Happy place

The swishing,

Swaying,

Towering,

Trees.

The short leafy shrubs,

In shades of greens.

From flowers,

Short lived,

With colours so bold.

To rivers and mountains,

So vast,

So old.

Here I belong,

Here I will stay,

Here’s where I’ll spend the rest of my days.

Here they don’t judge,

Here they don’t hate,

Here we just love, and live, and play.

With mountains and shrubs and trees,

With flowers and rivers and bees,

With magic and moonlight and me,

We can finally live happily.

-Louie Elliott 

Ink in the water

Ink in the water pooling around

Swirling and shifting barely a sound

Rising and falling

Cold and warm

What falls quicker

Blood or ink

Seeping, sinking

Green, black, blue

Soot stained fingertips

What did I do

Blood or ink

Red, red, red

Telling the stories

Better left unsaid

Mixed in the current

Fading away

The ink is gone

The blood has stayed

-Seb has tried his best

Walls and ice

Masks. We never go a day without them.

Swapping and changing

To fit the people we meet.

That shattered wall

Thrown up, built up, up and up

The façade that never changes

Day to day

In everyway

Pretend you're ok

Bombs and ballistics

Fire at it

Push at it

Bring you to the surface

Pulling off the masks

One. By. One

Smoke and Mirrors

Your true face

Flashes back at you

Distorted and broken

The masks of others

Laughing

Watching

Judging

The Pick and the fire

Burn at the ice

That froze your true self away

Deep within that cold, cold prison

You see what you could be.

Free.

Free of the walls you built

That locked you in

Blocking the light

And Freezing your heart.

Free?

Free to be stared at?

Free to be yourself.

Free to be ridiculed?

Free to be alive.

Free to be

What you want to see

In the world around you.

Take that axe and torch

To walls and cold

Let others see

We're all made of gold.

-Seb (I tried with rhyming)

Piter pater

Piter pater piter pater goes the sound of rain,

Piter pater piter pater going down the drain,

Piter pater piter pater sinking in the ground,

Piter pater piter pater is the sweetest sound.

Piter pater piter pater pounding in my brain,

Piter pater piter pater takes away the pain,

Piter pater piter pater soak up every drop,

Piter pater piter pater never ever stop.

-Louie Elliott

Sailboat

She slips and slides on the muddy ground beneath her feet, digging her toes in to grasp some purchase as the water licks the bottoms of her rolled up pants. She stumbles into the boat, awkwardly trying to steady the rocking and find her balance. This time it’s only her in the flimsy boat and she grins her nervous grin as she attempts to head out into the water. The wind shifting directions and strength constantly, the girl finds herself fumbling around like a blind chicken in a maze. Every movement shifting the balance and altering the path. Twice she ended up in the water, but she got back in, bailed out the water, and kept on going. Behind her sunglasses was a spark of determination that would not be put out by the wind or the water or the burning sun. And as the wind pushed her little sailboat further out to sea, she did not look back.

Louie Elliott

Moon

Waxing, waning, rising, falling,

White or gold or red.

So close, so far, so out of reach,

Floating above my head.

Your borrowed light shines upon my face.

You always seem to know your place.

Moving smoothly and with grace.

Tides rise and fall at your command.

You are so gentle yet so grand.

You always seem to understand.

Every day I gaze at you.

Against a background black or blue.

Whether it’s morning, evening, night or noon.

I’ll never see the dark side of the moon. 

Louie Elliott 

Thoughts

Swirling thoughts and drifting lights

These things made up my Friday night

Distant bugs sing the same song

The same song as always

Always the same thoughts

The shine of the town comes to life the same way

Burning like they always do

This creaky fan stirs a storm

Round and round

Just like those thoughts

All about him

The dark silhouette of trees form monsters

But those monsters are always the same

Just like him

Those monsters stalk for dreams,

But fall asleep before me

When those monsters come close

The thoughts are too scary

Even for them

Him, him, him.

Can’t get over him

Those thoughts circle like vultures

They’re the same as the tide

Back and forth

In and out

The light of the screen dulls thoughts

The ache to speak

To be heard

To care for me

The thoughts that should be followed

Sink away too

Burning sun and heavy burdens

Not just my thoughts

All their thoughts

All their problems

Just to save me from my own

Saving others from the monsters

For mine are too strong

The thoughts about him

Echo down the path

As gone as he is now

Thoughts come less

Maybe they circle wider

The monsters fade

Not forever

Not the same

But he is fading too

Fading like his smile

The bugs still sing

The fan still spins

The lights still shine

But after all

Change can come slow

By Seb, no planning went into this and was very bad, so forgive me for that