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)