Breaking Free

I don’t usually write more than one thing a day, but this poem (like many others) came to me as I was doing some quick creative, poem writing, just as with “Never-Ending Sleep“. Obviously, it won’t be half as good, but it’s still good for a 15-minute writing = )

 

 

And then the world shall turn black,

And the stars shall disappear.

That shall be the time

You shall shine,

Like the true beauty you are.

 

And then seas rise up,

And the winds break free,

That shall be the time

You shall be recognised,

Like the true leader you are.

 

And then my life will end,

And your heart be broken,

That shall be the time,

You shall live,

Like the true bird you are.

 

21st April

History, Georgraphy, and R.E. are the three humanitarian subjects. Which means, the subjects for discussion and contradicion. SO we were doing Geography, and the EU came up. And, as every young, strong and opinionated person, I have a very strong views on things in general, so here’s my slightly naive opinion on the EU and the UK:

Even though the UK has lost all its identity, it had no other choice. In the past, the UK was a leading nation: it was one of the industrial and agricultural revolution’s leading countries; it had vast amount of land in colonies; even though it was a tiny island, it was considered one of the most powerful nations. However, things are changing now, and the UK has found itself weak. With hardly any colonies left, the UK is a declining nation. The British aren’t proud to be British any more; their cold land is barren, and all the British can do is complain about how the immigrants don’t learn their language, and they “steal” everything (jobs, material things, etc.). Therefore, the UK need support; it wants to be heard, it wants to be protected. China, USA, and such countries are growing in strength. It seems ironic how its own colonies now have more power. Ironic how the UK is determined to keep in good terms with the USA, a country they once ruled over. Europe isn’t the centre of the world any more. So they have to stick together to survive, to be heard. They are not the only ones with the need to survive, however. Many countries, for example, in South America, and in North America, have created similar communities for trade, survival, and strength.

Never-Ending Sleep

The house deserted,

The skies dark.

My heart looks longing

Upon that shining star.

How I wish I could fly away,

And find that peace

You only encounter

In that never-ending sleep,

That peaceful darkness of nothingness.

It is that moment I await

With great impatience.

Something I wrote quickly… nothing much, but I’m slightly proud of it; it fits my melancholy mood of the moment

The Great Baby Rescue

 Inspired by my BEAUTIFUL name, my sister created a few characters, gave me their personality, and I decided to do a crazy commedy… I dunno if it’s funny or not… my sis liked it, which is surprising, and makes me rather proud of it :–) So a special thanks  for my sis then, who guided and helped the throughout that half-hour/hour of writing this… and remember, for those wishing to write comodies: make it crazy, funny, cynical (gr8 if you laugh at common things, in this case, superheroes)

 The beautiful heroine, a sweet, charming 15-year old, known as Rose, was accustomed to baby-sit her neighbours’ two little twin brothers, named Twin 1 and Twin 2, and their oldest son, a boy like any other; Just A Boy, on Saturday evenings, when the Neighbours went to dinner and to the cinema for exactly 4 hours and 44 minutes. Rose had a nemesis… her own sister, RedRose! RedRose was evil, and hated Rose because she was superior to her in every possible level, including brains, beauty, kindness and, most importantly, age.

Babysitting…

 

 

T1: I’m hungry!

T2: I’m sleepy!

JAB: I’m Just A Boy!

R: Good. Now… erm… JAB? Help me with Twin 2, while I feed Twin 1

JAB: But I’m Just A Boy!

R: Weeell… but I’ve just broken my nail!

Meanwhile…

RR: (bumping into Isosceles, the crazy scientist of town, who was looking rather glum) Oi! What’s wrong with you, freak?

I: (sigh) I just wish I had a couple of young kids to experiment on my new potion for turning human beings into cute little bunnies… I would pay SO well for two cute babies…

RR: And it’ll annoy R so much… YES! I know exactly where to find your two babies… just wait here!

 RR kidnapped Twin 1 and Twin 2 with her malicious intelligence, and sold them for £5 each… well, a crazy scientist it BOUND to be poor… he has to pay for the equipment, the failures, and… well they have to LIVE don’t they?

 R: Oh no! What shall we do?

JAB: What? About the babies?

 R: No! I’ve just snapped ANOTHER nail!

JAB: And I’m just a boy

R: Right… so I’m the heroine of the story?

GREATCREATOR: (i.e. ME, the best ever) Yes!! Go and rescue the kids before they get turned into bunnies, or I kill you all!! Muahahaha

R: Okeey… I guess I have to save our butts. Well done, JAB, YOU are now my Amazing Sidekick…

JEB: But I’m Just A Boy!

R: And I just want to keep living… in this story, at least, so YOU do what I say… before your parents get home.

JEB: But… (R throws a warning glance at JAB) Gotcha, Superhero R!

 In RR’s Super-secret evil lair AND I’s Super-crazy explosive lab, which turns out to be the same place, only they never realised it before…

I: So… first I’ve got to mix another dose of the potion… I’ve only got enough for one baby…

RR: (to herself) When is that nitwit going to come? Seriously, she really SHOULD keep her appointments…

R: Here you are, my nemesis!

RR: What’s come over you?

R: (in a hushed voice) I’m trying to act as a superhero, otherwise we are all being killed by our GC

GC: TRUEEE!!! HEHEHEHE!!

T1: Is GC a psycho?

T2: Looks like it…

T1: Aah! That would explain SO much…

T2: It would… it would

RR: SHUT UP! We are TRYING to fight… anyway… five-month old babies DON’T speak fluently…

R: These do…

While those two fought, like two “loving” sisters, assisted by the comments of the Twins, I and JAB where having a heated discussion of their own…

I: Doesn’t science fascinate you? They fascinate EVERYONE… I mean, there’s SO much to explore

JAB: (Under breath) Why this stupid catchphrase? (To I) I’m Just A Boy

I: Just A Boy? YOU are so much more… you are a human being, who can be cut up, explored, and…

JAB: OkAy! Just A Boy is getting freaked out!

The Holy Priest, and old, absent-minded helpless soul, was lost getting to his home AGAIN. And having heard the commotion coming from the not-so-secret evil lair, decided to see what it was all about.

HP: Bless you, my siblings…

JAB: I’m Just A Boy… not your bro

RR: Stay out of it…erm…Harry Potter!

HP: But… I was…  

 Useless, I told you. He was just trying to help… and getting in the way, and dropping every possibly potion, and… well, you get the idea… purple smokes, yellow liquids, green explosions, oh! And did I forget to tell you? The place blew up… and they all had something to say about it…

JAB: Aw! I’m Just A Boy! Just A Boy I tell you! Just A Boy!

T1: He’s flipped it.

I: Oh well… I guess that didn’t work. Now I have to live in the streets for a few years until I can finance my next experiment… I know! It will be a potion to turn the world into steel… yes…

RR: I succeeded! I succeeded! Yes!

R: No, you didn’t… we’ve got 44 minutes to spare, and the Twins live upstairs

RR: If I say YOU failed… then… (and so on)

HP: Oh dear, oh dear. May you find peace in your heart SOME time

T2: Psychos… all psychos…

GC: And so they lived… themselves for ever and ever and ever…

T1: Definitely psychos.

 

 

8th April

And now comes the “era” of the exams. Teenagers across the country will be forced to enslave themselves to textbooks, coffee, and long, restless nights of revision. They thrust you in classrooms, separated from your friends, and force you to cram in as much as you can remember in two miserable hours.  And for what? To have people tell them how good they are? To have people determine if they’re good enough for this world? To compare them with their peers, and create so much STRESS. And that’s not the worse part. What when you failed a subject and the school is “so diasappointed”, calls your parents, they have a fit, and tell you to try harder or they’ll pull you out of school… AWAY FROM YOUR FRIENDS? OR those who DO do a great job, and the doting parents just celebrate, take them out to dinner, throw a party for you, and you grow fat all summer (literally AND metophorically), knowing that you’re sooo much better than those “retards” who just happen to have bad luck, just didn’t work QUITE enough, or they don’t like the subject?

Admitedly, I AM more in the second class of people… but my parents aren’t doting, and expect such high results… and anyway, these exams are not as important, as they’re not GCSEs, AS or A2… but do we REALLY need others to tell us how smart, capable and good we are? Didn’t Bill Gates (or one of those millionaires who took advantadge of the “internet revolution”) graduate with something like 3 GCSEs?!??! Doesn’t that tell us something? I am a straight A student, but I’m not the one who will succeed. I WILL have a good life, I WILL get quite far, but I just play by the rules… I’m not a risk-taker… but those who don’t do “well” in school, and are naturally ingenious, THOSE will succeed… THOSE will get far in life… THOSE will do well… Don’t get me wrong… if you do well in school, it defenitely helps… but those who truly succeed are the lucky ones, the ingenious ones, the risk-takers… pity that’s not me, but I’m just glad I’ve got a hope in this world :–)

And one last thing… good luck to exam takers… revise, try your best, but just remember… exams DO NOT determine your life, smartness, or capability in life…