A Rhyme

Santa Clause loves a bit of banter
he goes on a horse and tells it go and canter
He loves himself,
he flicks his hair,
he is always up for a dare.

He has ties that are cool,
he thinks that he makes all of the girls drool.
He is extremely reem
and goes fishing for bream.

He is living the dream,
he makes girls fall for his looks
People should understand
he is a legend.

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Another Day

She walks the halls in sheer anger.
She breaks the lockers in half,
She goes into the bathroom and cuts herself
Drip, Drip, Drip goes the blood,

She can't help herself,
she just wants to go and die,
it's not fair,
people are bullies.

They tease, they torment.
She tries to hold back the tears,
but it comes gushing out.
She weeps her last tears.

She wipes her eyes dry
and gets the rope
she ties it to the light
and she jumps.

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His Touch

She leaned against the brick wall,
Letting him feel her body.
His hands rested gently on her waist,
He looked into her hazel eyes.
She looked back into his brown eyes,
Threw her arms around his neck.
He pulled her towards his body.
She stopped breathing
everything around her had frozen.
He leaned forward to kiss her,
Fireworks burst everywhere,
She was floating on a cloud.
He walked her to her door,
Kissed her hand gently goodbye,
And left.
From her life,
Only leaving his touch with her.

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A Born Survivor

He is old, he is fragile.
He is my grandfather.
He has fought everyone and everything.
He will protect me from illness,
Why can't I do the same?
He survived my mothers' dreadful battles,
His parent's death.
What if he can't survive the cancer?
I want him to live forever and ever,
Two hundred years even!
He said he will love me no matter what I do,
Even if I walk out of my parent's life,
He will support me all the way.
If he dies, I won't survive anything,
Not life,
Not breathing,
My heart will stop beating.

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Saved My Life

There was yelling everywhere,
gunshots, screams and pleads.
The gun pointed at me,
you saved my life.

I'll never forget your touch,
your kiss, your laugh.
The sparkle in your eyes when
you said that you loved me.
Your smile when I said: 'I love you too.'

You pushed me away from the bullet, speeding towards me.
You died in my arms,
your body went limp in my arms.

I'll never forget your last kiss,
your last words, your last breath,
the last look in your eyes that said everything.

I'll never forget the day you saved my life.

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Struggling Faith

Sometimes I find myself dreaming,
in the daytime.
It is always about finding peace and love.

Everywhere we go in the real world,
there are fights in every corner.
Blood spraying, tears falling.

People are begging for their life.
Knives are covered in murderous blood.
What did the innocent people deserve this?

How can my daughter grow up here peacefully?
She asks me: 'Mummy, why are you crying? '
I just tell her: 'Babe, the world is confusing.'

We might live in the 21st century,
but we still need to find our faith.
However, we will struggle.

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Betrayal

Is it my fault?
Can you tell me what I did?
Whatever I did,
I'm sorry.

We always argue,
We always fight,
Once, long ago,
We were tight.

I don't like yelling,
I don't like it when we fall out,
I hate the fact that we aren't mates
At this current date.

It's hard when we fall out,
Everything I do is with doubt,
I can't talk without someone watching,
Sometimes, it makes me scream.

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Cold Snow Fall

The snow fall this year will be cold.
How will the homeless surive;
living on your doorstep,
or in your garden?

They will trudge through the snow,
their feet getting wet.
Their hands getting frostbite.
Their lips turning blue.

The snow fall this year will be cold.
Whining for food at your door.
Limping and shivering from the cold.
Why should they be treated like this?

The strays will try to do what they can to surive;
eating leftovers,
scrounging on the bins,
being swept away with a broom.

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