Tales Out of School

These aren't necessarily tales out of school as such, well they are, in a way. This is yet another collection of my poetry (this is starting to get familiar with you isn't it!) But it is poems I have written throughout the years at school, as I did a lot of poetry writing in English classes. I even submitted poetry as part of my exam work (goodness knows how that went down with the examiner... I don't think it was even that great a poem lol). I am going to try to put on poems that I have not published on here before but no promises, as I have done so many! Also I will try some from when I am younger, so you can see how rubbish I was as a child!

The first poem called "Fusion' was written for a poetry contest when I was 15. The contest was a county one, and we all had to send in entries and the best 50 or so would be published in a book entitled 'Fusion' funnily enough.

Is Fusion illusion,
A mix of the mind?
A contrast so abstract,
You get left far behind?

Is Fusion intrustion,
Of knowledge and fears?
A mis-match of images,
You've had through the years?

Is Fusion distortion,
Of your wildest dreams?
A pathway of pictures,
Fills paper in reams?

Is fusion a river,
A swift hurried flow,
Of all sorts of knowledge,
For use as you grow?

Or is Fusion conclusion,
The finale for real,
The solution to everything,
Even wounds that can't heal.

Do please bear in mind that I was only 15 when I wrote that, I read it now and it doesn't make much sense! I am also proud to admit that I won that contest. My poem was judged to be the outstanding entry, and I got a whopping great trophy! Woohoo!

The next poem, entitled 'SIlence' was another one I wrote at school. This time I was younger, probably 13 or 14, and I belonged to a writing club at school. We were told to write a piece entitled 'Silence' so this is what I wrote, it was just what came to my mind.

Silence…
So quiet, yet so loud,
Is it possible?
To be completely and utterly silent?

I define silence as an absence of sound,
Not a noise, not a peep,
It could almost deafen you,
Not a whisper, not a creak,

Have you ever experienced it?
It's isolation, loneliness,
Makes you wonder, am I deaf,
In solitude, darkness?

You could almost hear your heart beat,
But that wouldn't be silence would it,
So is silence only where there is nothing?
Absolutely nothing?
Think about it.

There is always a sound somewhere.
A distant ripple,
A tiny raindrop,
Always.

So my question…
Is silence non-existent,
Or is silence to not exist?

My teachers thought it was 'deep and meaningful' and i was proud when I wrote it, but now i look back on it, it seems to show me naivity.

The next poem is another from my writing club, written around the same time. It is called 'Space', and I wrote it when we were asked to do a piece on something we were fascinated in. I also won a scouts talent competition with it, getting me a whole huge bar of cadbury's dairy milk! Yum!.

Can you imagine pure silence?
The only light coming from the stars,
Can you imagine total silence?
A thing that seems to deafen all that experience it?

What is your image of the strange inky blackness?
A world of wonder, or a world of pain?
A world of amazing images, or a world of lonliness?
What would you experience?

I'll visit Neptune with its beautiful shade of blue,
Where would you visit, and what would you do?

Would you ride a comet and race through the sky?
Or would you just sit back on Pluto, and watch time go by?

Would you dance with the stars that form the Milky Way?
Would you visit a new galaxy every day?

I would shoot of to Jupiter and be stunned at its storms,
Then dash of to Mercury to watch beautiful dawns.

I'll visit Neptune with its beautiful shade of blue,
Where would you visit, and what would you do?

This next poem, entitled 'Teenage World' is a bit different. It was a poem I wrote on a day that I was frustrated with being a teenager and having all of those stupid hormones and arguments and everything else teenagers have to do with. It's a bit of a rant really, but still, it is relevant so I thought I would share it with you.

Muddled,
Confused by the world around me,
Too few positives, too many negatives,
No bonuses being a teenager,
Moody,
Tempers and tantrums,
Rows and agitation,
I could strangle anyone sometimes,
Anyone,
Life is a struggle,
To many ways to turn yet
So many rules,
Regulations,
Don't do this don't do that,
What do I do?
Where do I go?
Lost,
Isolated in a world that hates me,
Need to be loved, cuddled,
Helped, directed,
Need somebody,
Somewhere,
Dispirited and emotionless I wander
Aimlessly,
Why me?
Why?

And last and not least... My favourite of my School career. I know that this is on the site already with another collection, but I just have to include it. I was around 17 when I wrote this, and I am still very proud of it now. It may seem simplistic and basic to those of the more knowledgeable poets among you, yet I feel it is effective. You are welcome to say if you disagree!

It's time the night gets colder, now the dark is closing in,
I long to have shelter, not be forever soaked to the skin,
As every morning's dawning, I look up to the sky,
And wish deep within my soul, the stars would twinkle up on high,

But now the day gets colder, my bare skin feels the pain,
The shivers deep inside me enough to drive a girl insane,
And when I feel as cold as the bare rock on which I lie,
I wish deep within my soul, the stars would twinkle up on high,

As loneliness gets stronger, isolation hard to bear,
I can't take it any longer when those people stop and stare,
As I fight this urge within me, to leave it now, just die,
I wish deep within my soul, those stars would twinkle up on high,

I decide that I've enough of this world, it's tortured me too much,
There's nothing here to support me now, no soft or caring touch,
And as I prepare to take my life, to say my sad goodbye,
I'm sure I caught that final glimpse, my stars twinkled up on high.