People are beautiful once you look past their skin
Because outward apperance means nothing
You never know how much hope they could bring
If you separate yourself before you begin

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

We dream up the impossible
But it's not impossible if it already happened in our dreams.

I miss the bright blue hair that doesn't stand out.
I miss the croaky voices when we all decided to shout.
I miss the midnight raves in all of their madness.
I miss the people being free and just pure happiness.
I miss just the people and how amazing they are.
I miss the walk to the village 'cause we're all too young to drive a car.
I miss the henna on my arms which instantly washed away.
I miss the pride march and queer disco all of which were pretty ******* gay.
I miss the ****** baloons 'cause why the **** not.
I miss the one ******* girl who I didn't tell was hot.
I miss the political jokes and the question time Q&A.;
I miss the jokes about consent and the woodcraft way.
I miss the workshops on politics, on science, on the war (against fracking).
I miss everything including the café and folk suply store.

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

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

They had a perfect face
One that you could stare at for days
They had perfect hair
That was an ocean of different shades of blue.

Each night there was news
then we'd look at the views
Until we could see the stars of the night
and the fire light

Instagram updates
a few days after
full of I'm gonna miss you
rather than laughter.

Tierdness sinks in
from a sleep deprived week
and even though the ground was rough
not seeing everyone is peak.

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.

How do I tell you I like you?
If you may not like me back.
How do I tell you I like you?
If I may not have a chance.

How do I ask if I don't know if you're single?
How do I ask when your so far away?
How do I ask if you may not feel the same?
How do I ask?

You're so far away.
Well a hour train ride away
and I met you last week
and it's been a quick week.
It's been a few hours and I want to see you again.
I can in my head over and over again
but that's just not the same.

We're all prisoners
serving between five and seven years
some escape and find themselves somewhere else
some stay and accept the crime of being born
in the 21st century
where it is illegal to be out of education
so we are sentenced if we go
and our parents are if we don't
during your time you will be force fed Maths, English and Science - the stuff you really hate and never want to go near but what some wierd person really likes for some reason.
If you're lucky you may be rewarded
allowing you to play sport or something else you enjoy.
If you're not,  you have extra time where any such luxeries are stripped and you will be forced to sit in silence so you will learn from your mistakes.
If you're rich you can wake up later and pay for longer breaks whilst servings your time.
some will leave having learned nothing and will find themselves back for more time
but some will learn and graduate into society never to return.
To the place that kept them for many years.

I can't do anything during the day
it's impossible to take my mind away
all my focus is on thinking of answers
but a lack of focus of what to me matters
until the 30 minute period where I sit at the back of class
and answer the questions I ask
myself. And write how I feel
and life feels real
and not like I'm programmed
to this system I'm put through
I can break free
it's just when you're in it
it's hard to break through

The puppet master cut the strings
and left the puppets free to sin

It's raining again
A lone soul with no friends
It's raining again
Living a life with no ends
It's raining again
The sun never descends
It's raining again
It's raining again

Red
the colour of blood
the colour of love
If you can't see red
you can't see love
you can't see blood
you can't see the cuts
of love so deep
so you can't se the scars
that used to bleed
and you can't see the love
that runs inside of me

If love had the equivelant to redshift in light
we would know how far appart we've grown.

Haha... this is gonna be funny.
Get to tomorrow and all comedic value is lost.
A lot of things are like this:
the UK leaving EU,
what we talked about on the coach yesterday
or what was said in the (really ****) hotel,
that photo on snapchat everyone saw.
All of these regrettable yet they happened and left consequences to deal with.
It may lead to someone loosing their job or being humiliated.
But NOTHING CAN BE DONE!
Things are regrettable but they cannot be change.

Everyone anxiously opening envelopes
to reveal a set of letters
some cry, some smile
then they go tell everyone.

Things get lost
words get lost

Until someone says something
and we suddenly remember where it went

it resurfaces then is lost again

It's like an addiction
that keeps on recurring
once you've left
you just keep on returning

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?

I run and run but
you can't catchup to me so
you fall on your knees

I am running far away
away from the dark
away from you
away from my past
away from my life
I am running far away
because I cannot bare to stay

when I feel better I may return
but it is non of your concern
my life is mine
your life is yours
you don't control me
because you will fall
and you don't want to live your life to hit a wall

How can I run away if I never had a home to begin with?

You can teach us about the Nazis and how they killed the jews
but you can't teach us *** ed without permission. What are you? Confused?

You can teach us not to do something and what is right and wrong
but do not explain, so ignorance is becoming of the young.

You don't listen to what we need to learn you just read it from the book
but you don't realise it's not all in there. You read but do not look.

You teach us for the test. You make us decided before we know
but under pressure we cannot find ourselves just empty shells so...
we leave the place with nothing. No direction. Nowhere to go.

Muffled are the screams of joy

I live to be judged
a life that is unjust
obey the world, that I must
and the ones I do not trust
will sacrifice the ones they love
to a force that is not us
to loose it all when I self destruct

When I feel like giving up
I like to think of you
all the help you gave me
all the times you pushed me through

but you didn't need me
you set me free
opened the lock with the key
and left me be

you opened my eyes
you let me see
but there was a train
about to run over me

We're all shady people
in a shady room
secrets hidden
out of view

we're all shady people
in a shady room
you don't know me
I don't know you

we're all shady people
in a shady room
the people are us
and the room is school

Let people believe
And let people not.
If they don't believe the same,
Don't let them be shot.

Be proud to believe,
Believe in Gods name.
Don't **** though
It's not a game.

Or is it a game?
God said 'do not ****'
So when that person you shot, drops
You went against Gods will!

Defying the Lord (Under what name you want)
Give them a gun
But they take the shot.
Gods game they will not have won.

Silence
an eery sound
empty
yet fills and surrounds

Sometimes
it's cold
and terrifying

at other times
it's peaceful
and tranquilising

Silence
not a sound
sometimes it's lost
sometimes it's found

bad days are bad
good days are good
sad days are sad
and silent days are torture