Another Unnecessary Death

29 Aug

Sixteen years of age,
nothing but a mere child,
wanting to please his country,
wanting to protect his family

“Attention!”

Standing, awaiting orders,
nothing but a mere child,
wanting to please his country,
wanting to protect those he loved

A never ending war,
never told what it’s really like.
betrayed, distraught and saddened,
wanting nothing but to please his country,
wanting nothing but to please his family

“Stand down soldier.”

The giant metal bird who carried his friends,
who wanted nothing but to please their country,
wanting nothing but to please their families.

“I love you.”

Those three words,
that kept him going,
the words that he was fighting for,
the words he kept close to his heart

But as night approached, and all was lost,
untouched, lost and abandoned,
they were ambushed
bang. bang. bang.

“I love you.”

Those three words,
that kept him going,
the words that he fought for,
the words he kept close to his heart,
were those of his wife and child

“Stand down soldier…”

Those three words,
that brought him to tears,
the words that lied to him,
the words that he kept at the end of his gun,
were those of his country.

The giant metal bird who carried his friends,
was now carrying him. 

Leo’s Legacy: The King of Fire

24 Aug

Leo’s Legacy: King of Fire

            Leo’s damp brunette hair drooped down his forehead, in the dimly lit subway, whilst Bethan lagged slowly behind. With fists clenched and eyes reddened, he knew that his time was coming.

            “Leo,” her faint feminine voice echoed.

            He needn’t reply as she had already concluded that he wasn’t in the mood to speak nor communicate with another human.

            They had no idea where it had come from; the dark figurine. They’d been walking along the sunny side street in West New York when it appeared from out of nowhere, bringing darkened skies and thunderous storms. Its sharpened teeth smiled viciously at the pair; who were in search of the book as the sky poured down upon them. No matter how hard Leo tried he just couldn’t concentrate and his magic was no longer functioning.

            His anger turned to rage and his rage transformed to hatred. Leo watched cautiously before the dark figure quickly placed his hands together. The hooded figure lifted them apart and turning his right hand so it was now facing the terrified pair, pushed his left hand backwards whilst forcing his right hand to release a bolt of lightning at Leo.

            Within a matter of milliseconds’ Leo had managed to push Bethan and himself out of the way, causing his anger to continually rise…

            “We want the book!” It hissed.

            “We don’t have it,” Leo insisted whilst Bethan looked around furiously for a place to hide.

            Leo’s blood flowed exhaustedly around his body dragging his magic along with it. He’d managed to rub his hands together, swirl them and then powerfully throw fire at the hooded figure that stood as if he was at the higher end of society. That was until the fireball exploded on his chest, knocking him backwards and out of the side street and into oncoming traffic. There were screams of panic and terror.

            Bethan who was completely bewildered at this moment in time, hair dripping along with Leo’s, dragged him away from the crime scene and towards the subway across the road from them and headed underground.       

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Leo’s Legacy 2

24 Aug

Leo's Legacy 2

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Leo’s Legacy

24 Aug

Leo's Legacy

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Capitalists vs the people:

19 Aug

Sometimes I wonder why we’re here. Sometimes I wonder what we’re here for. And sometimes I wonder why we exist.

Everyone lies. I’ve been told.

If it’s not the government or the media, it’s someone we hold dear.

We’re conditioned from the age of five to behave and to not be outspoken, however, this is what they want; the watchful eyes.

English – the language of the modern-day-slaves. 

Long Lost Loves:

16 Aug

You said you’re sorry; you said your goodbye.

It’s different though, when I say: thy.

Something has changed,
And we’re no longer the same.

We’ve had our disputes, we’ve had our fights.

It’s different though, when I say: bye.

Mother used to tell me, to aim high,
You told me, to stay on the ground.

There’s the tunnel; the end we wanted.

Here’s to us and the end you wanted.

 

NEWS

16 Aug

Got some good news through the post today – I’ve been shortlisted for the next round of ‘Poetry Rivals’. It’s one of my love poems.