Tag: poem


Laughter is the best medicine.
Well, it is until you realise
your laughter is fake
And all this medication is maintenance.
You aren’t cured,
No problems are fixed.

Laughter is the best medicine,
Well, it is until you realise
You’re not laughing at yourself,
But laughing by yourself
In an empty room you built for others.

Laughter is the best medicine
until you realise you aren’t even laughing anymore;
All you are doing is conjuring sounds
that seem appropriate for the situation.

Laughter is the best medicine.
Well, it is until you realise
You laugher is a hallow shell,
Just like you,
And it is the echos that keep you breathing.

So, you laugh and laugh and laugh,
In the hopes that it will be enough to sustain you.
And then you run of breath.



This piece was written and performed for a school activity/competition with the theme: STOP HUMAN TRAFFICKING

When I was a little girl
I was captivated by this boy.
With red hair, freckles, and a mischievous grin.
He danced and he flew
And was attractive as sin.

He took me places I did not know
I wanted to go
And maybe I didn’t,
But young as I was,
I went with the flow.

He taught me things I should not have known
Showed me things I should not have seen
Took me places I should not have been,
Then treated me like
Ahasuerus did Vashti, his queen

Took parts I did not know how to keep
Sold and traded them online for something cheap
Now I’ve sunk far too deep
Now it’s a history I have to keep

I am 18 years old
And I’ve tried very hard to forget
And every Peter I’ve met

My brain trying to wash it away his stain
With salt water,
blood and sweat:

Peter denied his friend thrice
Peter turned out to be a rat,
Betraying his friends while with them he sat.
Peter took children by the hand
And flew them away to Neverland

He enticed Michael, John, and Wendy
Like a clocked figure handing out questionable candy,
Took them far away
And determined that they should stay

In Neverland, what a beautiful place.
Desolate and remote,
An island depended on secrecy
To float.

Neverland, neverland.
Never complain
Never frown
Keep Peter happy,
He wears the crown.

Neverland, Neverland
Never speak unless spoken to
Do as he pleases
Enjoy every job,
Smile when he teases.

Neverland, Neverland
Keep your secrets inside a can
Don’t divulge what he’s done,
What he will do,
Or where he send you.
Don’t you understand?

He has the power
to lock you in a tower
He treats you like a flower
You can do nothing but cower

Neverland, Neverland,
You can never leave Neverland
Keep your feet on the hot sand
Just listen to the siren and hold my hand.

Neverland, Neverland
Close your eyes
Shut your lips
They will misunderstand

Neverland, Neverland,
I pray children never land
in Neverland.

“I do believe in fearies,
I do, I do,
I do believe in fearies,
I do, I do.
I do believe in fearies,
Why can’t you?”

Written on: July 27, 2017

Perforomed on: July 28, 2017


Take away a man’s money, clothes, and name
And all he has left is his word.

Believer, it is time to listen
To the songs you sing
To the verses you read
And the notes you take

It is time to  listen
To the things the deaf
Can clearly hear

Believer, it is time to apply
The songs you’ve sung
The verses you’ve read
And notes you’ve taken

Believer, it is time to stop
Thinking and planning.
Wondering and questioning

Believer, it is time to
Redeem the time
Because the days are evil

Believer, if you “have decided
To follow Jesus,
No turning back,
no turning back”

Then it is time to
Follow Jesus
No turning back,
No turning back

Believer, I know it is hard
To have no knowledge
To have no control
Over what is to come

But, believer, whether you
Surrender or not
You have no knowledge
You have no control

Believer, it is better
that you come to accept this now
Than be stuck in a rut
and wonder “how?”

This all came to be
how you could not see
That the path “so easy”
Was not the path of the free.

Believer, it is time
To live by letting go,
Letting go of it all

You give Him your problems
But not your plans;
Why can’t you trust
Everything in His hands?

Believer, please listen,
Trust, and obey
For there really isn’t
Any other way


We played symphonies on my wrists
Until our ears bled red
And the music played through
All the shouting in my head

We danced in the scarlet rain,
Splashed in clouded puddles like we had the world to gain

Our smiles grew wider and wider
While the darkness skittered and scattered
Like gnats, ants, and spiders

Our voices rang as we bellowed out
The ballads of our monsters
Singing out

And the symphonies continued
Until our heart took flight —
The string anchoring us broken;
Now we’re floating kites