My depression is made from-
Fears and inner scars,
That I carry everywhere,
Mistake that feel like I’ve made,
The world end.
I found it-
When darkness fell,
Alone curled up in a ball,
It hit me like a bell,
Then I feel desperation to run.
Away from everything and everyone.
This depression can-
Consume your happiness.
Take over you,
Mind until you can’t,
Stand it.
Teaching live 16.5.22
It was a summer day we’re we just moved in
We were packing when in the basement I found a
Book shelf when my sister came down and scared me and the
book shelf fell as I tried to shout I was interrupted
By a door behind on the wall as we entered
The door we found a piece of paper on the floor and
We read it and it said “hurra sarra halle” and the floor
Rumbled… then mice ran across the wall and we blacked
out and woke up in the room and the wall said “HELP
ME!” in red as the door shut…
My mind is made out of
dark shadows hiding in between
the green My mind is made out of
dark shadows hiding in between
the green and brown bins
Squeezing it so tight,
I found it
crouched down in the corner
of my boring , beach themed bathroom
sobbing about the sad reality of this society,
My mind can
blow up nations over nations
cause danger to everyone and everything
it will not stop until it destroys every little detail,
It feels like
Puddles on the concrete swaying as
the upset little girl walks through it
and rain falling down as the storm gets rough,
If I lost it
even the dead man would gasp in fear…
and brown bins
Squeezing it so tight,
I found it
crouched down in the corner
of my boring , beach themed bathroom
sobbing about the sad reality of this society,
My mind can
blow up nations over nations
cause danger to everyone and everything
it will not stop until it destroys every little detail,
It feels like
Puddles on the concrete swaying as
the upset little girl walks through it
and rain falling down as the storm gets rough,
If I lost it
even the dead man would gasp in fear…
The happiness of life
The truth is made from…
Thousands chanting their hearts out,
Children running and playing in the snow,
Love and kindness going from Nation to Nation,
Everything and everyone being blessed
And a family game of monopoly.
What I Found
It was trapped in a cage out in a forest,
A ancient bird wondering in a place so dark,
Feeding of seeds found in a different bird’s nest,
Gliding through the air at the speed of a cheetah
And swooping down when it is spotted and hunted.
What the truth can do
The truth can fix what was once broken,
Calm the ones full of hatred and anger,
Make the blind see and the deaf hear,
Help feed the hungry and let the thirsty drink
And save the world as quick as lightning.
If it was lost
Even the happiest would be sad The happiness of life
The truth is made from…
Thousands chanting their hearts out,
Children running and playing in the snow,
Love and kindness going from Nation to Nation,
Everything and everyone being blessed
And a family game of monopoly.
What I Found
It was trapped in a cage out in a forest,
A ancient bird wondering in a place so dark,
Feeding of seeds found in a different bird’s nest,
Gliding through the air at the speed of a cheetah
And swooping down when it is spotted and hunted.
What the truth can do
The truth can fix what was once broken,
Calm the ones full of hatred and anger,
Make the blind see and the deaf hear,
Help feed the hungry and let the thirsty drink
And save the world as quick as lightning.
If it was lost
Even the happiest would be sad
My hope is made from-
the visions of the future,
the leaps of dancing waves,
the snowy tops of candy floss,
the curling of the clouds and
the thoughts of the past.
I found it-
sealed in a jar of empty thoughts,
dancing in the constellations of glowing joy,
the smile of when a child receives a toy,
dancing in my head of imagination.
leaping around me like a wisp of wind.
This hope can-
open the life of the lost,
empty the sadness of the world and
turn all hopelessness to a fine powder
sent away forever.
If I lost this hope-
even the happiest would live in darkness….
My love is made from-
The taste of chocolate melting in my mouth,
The silent ring of the morning bells,
The milkman’s cold slippery hands,
The birds tweeting in the cold morning air,
And the taste of the bitter cold.
I found it-
Where the Queen makes her speech,
Dogs barking for a treat,
Winters snow in the morning breeze,
People chatting in the streets,
And teachers typing.
My hope is made from-
the visions of the future,
the leaps of dancing waves,
the snowy tops of candy floss,
the curling of the clouds and
the thoughts of the past.
I found it-
sealed in a jar of empty thoughts,
dancing in the constellations of glowing joy,
the smile of when a child receives a toy,
dancing in my head of imagination.
leaping around me like a wisp of wind.
This hope can-
open the life of the lost,
empty the sadness of the world and
turn all hopelessness to a fine powder
sent away forever.
If I lost this hope-
even the happiest would live in darkness….
My love is made from-
The taste of chocolate melting in my mouth,
The silent ring of the morning bells,
The milkman’s cold slippery hands,
The birds tweeting in the cold morning air,
And the taste of the bitter cold.
I found it-
Where the Queen makes her speech,
Dogs barking for a treat,
Winters snow in the morning breeze,
People chatting in the streets,
And teachers typing.
My secret is made from gold and a cave.
You cannot find it around you. Not even in the clouds.
It is very rare that someone finds it.
I found it huddled in a corner in a dark room.
The room was damp and depressing.
Everything was destroyed and on fire.
My secret is upset.
My secret can jump here, there and everywhere
only if it’s in a good mood. But when it isn’t it will
go around and destroys everything.
If I loose it then everyone will have the best time ever.
They will find money on the floor, a free house and
a winning lottery ticket.
The Love teaching live
My love is made from-
The taste of chocolate melting
in my mouth, the silent ring
Of the morning bells, the milk
Man’s cold slippery hands,
The birds tweeting in the cool
Morning air, and the taste of
The bitter cold.
I found it-
Where the queen makes her
Speech, dogs barking for a treat,
Winter snow in the morning breeze,
People chatting in the streets and
Teachers typing.
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