Medley Mag

Ploughing the crops
Out in the heat.
Just completing the task
Is an incredible feat!
It is difficult work
For just one kid.
Sometimes we look back
On all the work we did.
When the work is done,
We can all have a rest.
The day is over and
We did our best.

I’m daydreaming again
When I should be working
A teacher I don’t know is droning
On and on about something I don’t care about
I’d rather be anywhere but here
Lost in my imagination is better than any reality
Because my imagination doesn’t bite back
It doesn’t care if I’m lost or dead or alert or silent
I’ll abandon my reality for the hope of something better
I’ll think about my friends who are anywhere but here
I’ll wish that I was there with them
But I’m stuck here alone instead.
The teacher seems to know I’m dreaming
She orders me out, to find my focus
She orders me out, into the corridor alone
I’m daydreaming again…

I am the lone voice in the wilderness
I am unafraid of what anyone can do to me
I belong to something greater than myself
I am the lover in the darkness
I am the loner in the crowd
I am silent when others speak
I am listening when others will not
I am the heart crying out for someone not myself
I will sing when no one will listen
I will write when there are no words to say
I will speak into the silence
I am…

phantom phrases appearing disappearing
nothing more than writing on the wall
saving us
condemning us
telling us
showing us our flaws
by pointing out what we couldn’t see
what we couldn’t even begin to comprehend
about our own souls
about ourselves

It’s one word that sends shivers down one’s back
One word that makes one fear tomorrow
One word that makes you appreciate life
It’s one word that doesn’t guarantee a tomorrow.
Why is it feared?
Why does it make you feel scared?
Why do some people embrace it?
But most of all, why do others long for it and await it?
People tell you not to worry,
They tell you that you have years to spare.
But what will you do when the day comes?
Will you run because you are scared?
It’s a word that makes or breaks someone,
One that doesn’t guarantee a future.
It’s a word that kills you,
Before it actually happens to you.
It is a cycle that has not yet been broken,
One that has been going on for years.
It’s a word that’s hidden in all of us.
That one word is Death.