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801 · Apr 2016
Equality
gray rain Apr 2016
I don't know why people hate
We don't get to choose our fate
I can't wait for the day
when we are all entitled to say
this is me
and who I'm going to be
and no judgement will be past
it was never a thing made to last
anti-anything will not exist
this is the life I want to live
779 · Apr 2016
Cannot Forget You
gray rain Apr 2016
One stary night
I don't know what to do
so I sit and think of you

Your wide eyes I can't forget
been in my head
since the day we met

I can't live without you here
my head bows in fear
my eye let's out a tear

young in love
didn't know what to do
but I cannot think of you

your eyes
your smile
things I haven't seen in a while

your laugh
your cries
your tears all dried

you moved on
I should too
I try but cannot forget you
775 · May 2016
Tuesday
gray rain May 2016
I can't wait for Tuesday
but don't want it to come
the confrontation on that day
will find out who was wrong

I personally don't care
who was telling the truth
This very rare
An occasion that has something to prove

Which one is the back-stabber
I have no reason to worry
Which is the one holding the dagger
who made up this ******* story

I did
but I trusted you
with it
what did you do

To let it slip
you had a grip
You helped me through ****
then you left me with it

you betrayed me
what happened to we
it ended
and you're befriended
This is kind of angry but I am, so it tells the story.
gray rain May 2016
All of us agree the British school system is ******...

segregation of classes, religion and race.
Teaching one sided and not seeing the other face,
another view.

We're taught that being homophobic and transphobic is bad,
yet treading on eggshells, it's the ignorance! That is sad!
But really...

what is useful information?
When all we learn is not to question segregation.
What we need...

is to be taught about politics and how it works
so we aren't overrun by political jerks
and...

how to pay bills and what are taxes?
Not to depend on parents to teach us these facts!
What's your job?

To teach the clues in the name,
so why does every student want the same,
to know...

about the future, to be prepared for life.
Not what we are taught to believe, we know it's all lies.
we want...

a system where we can learn free,
no one offended, my views belong to me!
You know that...

we want to be treated like an adult, not like a child!
Who made up not having qualifications makes you any less qualified?
if you see something...

you're right! Turn a blind eye,
to those who see it differently or follow what they've been told,
who said 2+2=4
it might be 5
just look through another's eyes.

It's our system we recieve it.
It's our system but do we really truly believe in it?
I just had a discussion with a group of people about many topics. We all have many views and different experiences at school as we live in a very culturally diverse city. Everyone was between the ages of 14 and 16 but are very political and aware of societies flaws.
760 · May 2016
Silence = Sound
gray rain May 2016
Silence in excess
can be just as bad as too much sound.
749 · May 2016
Old Feelings
gray rain May 2016
Just the same old feeling
of bordem
of nothing
Everything drained
by life
by you
pushed out
over
and over
until there's nothing left
except
old feelings
I still have for you
740 · Jul 2016
The Negative Optimist
gray rain Jul 2016
Everything is perfect,
everything goes well
but when it doesn't
the world turns to hell.

Everything is bright,
nothing out of place
but when something does
it causes an earthquake.

Everything is happy,
nothing's ever sad
until something goes wrong
then it's really, really bad.

Everything is great
unless something is wrong with it;
then what was great
is absolute ****.
738 · Apr 2016
Perform
gray rain Apr 2016
Shaking hands
stuttering speech
nervousness takes over me
bass in hand
I take the stage
no other option
I must stay

I steady my hands
and try not to speak
controlling my mind
bass in hand
on the stage
no other option
I must stay

can't turn back now
must look away
calm myself
bass in hand
now center stage
no other option
I must play
I'm performing a bass solo tomorrow and this is how I feel about it.
721 · Jun 2016
Pen To Paper
gray rain Jun 2016
Pen to paper once again
this message I must send
a gift I want to share with all
but I don't know where to start or end

pen to paper once again
there are so many messages to spread
I could write about life
I could write about the dead

pen to paper once again
it's been a while since I wrote in ink
about the the sadness life can bring
and the blood spilled in the sink

pen to paper once again
I don't need a message to send
I need someone to give it to
so now this will end
It's been a while since I actually wrote a poem on paper.
720 · Jun 2016
Anger And Silence
gray rain Jun 2016
nothing flows
the anger controls
hitting the walls
so no one else falls

silence a friend
time together we spend
anger the enemy
part of identity

so I am alone
with my friend and foe
sometimes I hate both
and they hurt just as much
719 · Apr 2016
Imaginary Girl
gray rain Apr 2016
Its in your head
what you said
your made up fantacy
it's not reality
but that's your world
with your imaginary girl
I wrote this for one of my friends.
gray rain May 2016
I've grown distant.
I've grown appart.
I've separated
myself, my heart.

My identity hidden.
My soul is lost.
my heart was beating
but then it stopped.
This is the first 2 stanzas.
written 12/5/2016
gray rain Aug 2016
Why does conformity always have to get in the way of happiness?

I wish V Camp was the real world 'cause people were just accepted for who they are regardless of gender, sexuality, pronouns, religion, race or class.

Or hair cut.
So I got my hair cut on camp and it may not be suitable for school. Which I'm not going to cut it all short but was angry when my dad said I might have to rather than standing up against the school. Even though everyone who has seen it has complimented it and told me to go to their school in Glasgow  if I wasn't allowed it. I live in central England. **** SCHOOL!!!
712 · Jul 2016
Pain Of Pointlessness
gray rain Jul 2016
Something changed
it was a new kind of pain
I don't know why
watching people run with bulls
being injured for no reason
other than to look 'masculine'
seems so pointless that it hurt
it was so painful it felt like my chest was closing
like I couldn't breath but I was
it wasn't a panic attack
I was having a bad day
I was tired
I wanted to go home
but watching something so pointless hurt so much and I don't know why.
So today is San fermin and there were few people in school so both Spanish classes were merged together and we watched the 2007 bull run and being scared of just about every animal I don't see the point of it then I started to feel like I was going to have a panic attack but knew I wouldn't it just hurt watching people be trampled amd I don't know why.
704 · May 2016
Lost Thoughts
gray rain May 2016
Lost thoughts. Stop.

unable to carry on.
703 · Apr 2016
Digging This Hole
gray rain Apr 2016
I'm digging this hole
For me to be alone
Where I can fall
I'm tired of it all

The night will surround
There will be no sound
In the darkness I drowned
No light is found

I keep my thought
Although I aught
No message is brought
It just is there to haunt

My dreams
Of screams
With light beams
And regular themes

I'm digging this hole
For me to be alone
Where I can fall
I'm tired of it all
700 · Apr 2016
Fight With Words
gray rain Apr 2016
Fight with words
even the swords
agree
694 · May 2016
Your Lies
gray rain May 2016
I can't look at you
I can't give into your lies
but it is still hard
688 · Apr 2016
12 O'clock
gray rain Apr 2016
12 o'clock
never seems to stop
I threw a rock
at the grandfather clock
but the tick tock
doesn't stop
677 · Apr 2016
I Am Fake
gray rain Apr 2016
I am fake
and that's all I've ever been
I realise that now, that I'm not who I seem

This name is fake but inside its me
My real name, isn't who I was made to be
may be one day people will see

I'm not perfect
inside I'm falling apart
I hope you see me before I depart

but until then
there is secrets I'll keep
you will know them
when you're ready to know me
I will reveal my actual name when people know who I am.
676 · Apr 2016
Weight In My Chest
gray rain Apr 2016
There's a weight in my chest
burdening every breath
I take

a set of words
that I don't really care about
but they pollute my body

Words I can't let go
but need to be said
I need to take the risk

for the consequences I can accept
I don't need you
if you think I'm a sin

I don't need you
you don't encourage me
you burden me

just like these words
I don't care about
but I know you do

but if I let them go
I save myself
and will have to deal with freedom from you
676 · Apr 2016
Your Life, Your Problems
gray rain Apr 2016
I don't want to hear about your problems.
They don't really matter to me,
I have a life,
that you never seem to see.

I don't want to hear your stories
I've heard them all before.
Their nothing revolutionary
and that's for sure.

I can't solve them for you.
I don't care what you think when I don't give a ****.
It's your life,  your problems.
Just accept the hint and stop telling me about it.
This is about one person and only them.
gray rain Aug 2016
Post camp blues are when you spend so
much time with people having fun then
when you leave you find yourself alone.

Usually the people I meet aren't all that
amazing so haven't been that bothered
when we had separated and went home.

But this was different, something was
different. I felt for the first time that I
could be me and they allowed this to be.

I wish it could've gone on longer 'cause
making friends on the last night and
there's so much more I wanted to see.
I think this will be the last of the V Camp section of post camp blues. I have more to say just I wrote 10 poems on it already. Unless people want it to go on.
665 · Apr 2016
Caught Up In My Own Mind
gray rain Apr 2016
Caught up in my own mind
I don't really know what goes on outside
like no one knows what's going on in here
the twisted thoughts that are supposed to bring fear
seem innocent in a savage mind
I think these thoughts, in the shame I hide
hide from an unaccepting world
In the shadows where I am curled
to hide the damage I can do
to protect myself from you
658 · Apr 2016
Die For What Is Right
gray rain Apr 2016
You died for what you thought was right
in a non violent way
you died without a fight
on the day
you tried to right
the political way
you had to write
a paper to say
the message right
but you were caught
and were executed on one February night
and you never saw the day
when they were wrong and you were right
This is based of of the story of sophie scholl. I thought her story was interesting.
gray rain Aug 2016
Beds are soft, warm and comfy
But friends are fun and loud and energetic
Sleep deprived so a bed is nice
But friends are a better way to spend your time
648 · May 2016
Running Away
gray rain May 2016
How can I run away if I never had a home to begin with?
646 · Jun 2016
The Girl
gray rain Jun 2016
.

No one wanted to talk to the girl who's arms were covered by sleeves,
ashamed of what she had done; she wished not to be seen.
Instead of seeking help, she continued to cut;
after all her life was going down and seemed to have no possibility of going up.
Starving herself daily: she thought she would never be good enough.
She knew life was hard but never thought it would be this tough.
Everyday she was a victim to the same
"oi you! you really let yourself go, you're insane!"
"you're crazy" they said as she was pushed to the ground.
For she was the queen of helplessness; she had just been crowned.
Growing ever so slowly timid as she lay in the rain;
this wasn't the first time and she knew it would happen again.
So she rolled up her sleeves and cut deeper than ever before:
the pain grew more and more.
Damaging herself as she grew weaker than weak,
as her existence grew evermore bleak.
She counted down the days until she choose to go.
She would leave before anyone would stop her, no one cared, no one would know.
She wrote a note, it didn't say much
other than how she hated herself and to help: they couldn't do as such.
She disappeared the next day into oblivion;
gone was her life and no one was there to stop it.
646 · May 2016
Robot
gray rain May 2016
Empty thoughts
As a robot scans
Information from
my mind
641 · May 2016
Society
gray rain May 2016
A hierarchy
of hot
or not.
Equality
evolving
or destroying
traditional
beliefs,
a relief
that they're fading.
We're not finisted
there's a long way to go
this mountain of know-
ledge and acceptance
is yet to be conqured.
But we're all climbing,
some still dying.
Falling.
Along the way
because they can't say
that equality
is needed over
hierarchy
and monarchy
in society.
635 · Apr 2016
Camoflaged Words
gray rain Apr 2016
The last two days have been hard
I failed again
to tell you who I am

The third time now
I don't want this
I want to tell you

but no matter how hard I try
it's only camoflaged words
that come out of me

and you don't see the message
gray rain Aug 2016
Facebook isn't good enough when we spent the week together.
being face to face is so much better than being cities away forever,
I already miss everyone including the sun and the miserable one,
the crazy good dancers in the mosh pit and rave with them was fun.
Even clan duties were never that dull when we would talk and our accent would change
or the time we cooked bacon in secret 'cause there was no other way
630 · May 2016
The Feeling Of Emptines
gray rain May 2016
Emptiness
isn't loneliness
or sadness

it's not a feeling
feeling nothing
it's feeling something
that something's nothing

it's a pain
that drags you down
it's suffoca'in'
an attempt to drown

it controls how you feel
so controls nothing
yet somehow
controls everything

it's not a feeling
feeling nothing
it's feeling something
that something's nothing

it follows, it hollows
**no meaning, to being
630 · Apr 2016
Electric Guitar
gray rain Apr 2016
Electric guitar
I won't go far
Or travel the world in the back of a car
I'll end up cremated in a jar
This is for all the musicians who die young.
623 · May 2016
Wrong Direction
gray rain May 2016
On this road
This journey
I'm walking
running
maybe
I wasn't planning on stopping
until I realised I was going in the wrong direction
to where I wanted to be
619 · May 2016
Fun
gray rain May 2016
Fun
Call us crazy
Cast your judgement
we're having fun
you're welcome to watch us
For all those people who judge people being wierd.
618 · Apr 2016
My Sister
gray rain Apr 2016
I don't really know you
and you've never been close to me
I've never even met you
but sometimes you message me

I'm 13 years younger
but I never seemed to wonder
why you never knew
until one night my dad found you

he hasn't seen you for years
but he never thought this day would come
where he could know his first daughter
even though you are no longer the only one
617 · May 2016
Clouds
gray rain May 2016
Where are the clouds?
I want them back
the sun is shining
but I want the clouds to attack
611 · May 2016
Slaughter
gray rain May 2016
Who came up with the word slaughter?
did they think killing things was funny?
607 · May 2016
Missed Opportunities
gray rain May 2016
For a long time
I wanted to tell you
but I seem to miss
every opportunity
to tell you this
and every time I see
you I want to
tell you.
But I can't.
605 · Apr 2016
Cycle
gray rain Apr 2016
I wake up
every morning
I sleep
every night
just a cycle
of days, months, years
caught up in the cycle
of life, of death and in between
I have no dream
just a shell
of skin, of bone and blood
I'm empty
eventually I will be full
in months, in years, in decades
maybe I will never
eventually I will be full
of false images, unrealistic hope, unreachable goals
non of which I will reach
because I there's nothing
in my head, my dreams not even nightmares
nothing, just survival
when you're caught up in a cycle
where
I wake up
every morning
I sleep
every night
605 · May 2016
Ripping Apart Words
gray rain May 2016
ripping apart words
to read between the lines

every piece of punctuation
every comma and every rhyme

to understand words
we have to rip them apart
and see what's inside?
Sometimes overanalysis ruins what the words mean.
603 · Jun 2016
Rain
gray rain Jun 2016
It started raining
drip
drip
drip
then the flood comes in
drip
drip
drip
destroying everything
drip
drip
drip
puddles forming
drip
drip
drip
the rivers bursting
drip
drip
drip
then nothing.
gray rain Aug 2016
It's less than twelve hours until school and my homework isn't done
I would say shoot me but it's England so I don't have a gun.
Give me another three days to get myself together
then I'll go into school's eternity (it feels like forever).
It'll be a Saturday and that's fine with me
'cause the rest of the week off would let me get my homework done so I could start year 11 stress free.
I've been doing homework for 2 days literally what the **** is my life.
602 · Apr 2016
Lucky To Be Alive?
gray rain Apr 2016
lucky to be alive
when guns are"for protection"
lucky to be alive
when people are nearly dying of starvation
lucky to be alive 
when natural resources means risk of invasion
lucky to be alive 
with no money but education
lucky to be alive
in a civilised nation
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