The Peach to the Prune

The peach to the prune
the magnificent to the ruin 
the boy to the man 
and the girl to the gran.


We see the youth gain age
which can turn to rage 
maybe not quite wisdom
I wonder, what will I become?


From the petals of innocence 
with slow shuffling reluctance 
we gain more life, grow old 
and what comes exactly after that?


Well, 
it's a secret none of us have been told. 

Where Death is Hiding

It's in the pavings of the street
it's in every single soul of whom we meet 
it crawls along the hospital walls 
it stretches great heights and goes great falls.


It's in the boom of a thunder clap
it's in the darkness, a looming gap
It's  in a person's deadly gaze 
it's in the calender, counting down days. 


It's on every mile, of every road 
it's in the water, far down below
it's in the earth itself, forever there
it is always crouching, always prepared. 

Ending

My leavers ball is today o.o

Nearly time

to close the book
mark the page
for when I want 
a second look

Saying goodbye 

to this time

and embracing,

preparing

to face the next step.

Growing up
older,
certainly
wiser
maybe
maturer,
not so sure. 


I suppose 
we'll dance
our cares away. 

When I Was Your Age

Think I mentioned my idea for this a few posts ago? I got it yesterday =]

But not writing a poem about it because the seems silly xD 

When I was your age

I wasn't like that, right? 

I was older when I did that

and that 

most definitely that

Or maybe they're not the ones

growing up too quickly

I am.

And as the technology increases

so does the ageing process

leaving us reeling 

and trying 

to keep a firm grasp 

on our own reality

and look back fondly

on the fantasy 

of when we were that age. 

New Chapter

Gaining a year,
every year
will become 
tiresome 
scary
a stone plummeting 
through the system
making you
feel heavy


but


for now
it means a change
for the better,
making life speed
not drag
not so much the closing
of a book
but the beginning
of a new chapter.