Cold Feet The land stretches forever onwards but my feet are cold. I can walk no further. Your laughter echoes in my mind, a shadow of it's true self. I will never hear that laugh again. You left me here standing, waiting, searching for an answer that never came. And now my feet are cold as I stand here watching, watching the daylight slip away. I can't move forward or turn back I can only stand here watching, watching you drive away. What future do I have? My shoes lie on the backseat of your car as you slowly drive away. And all my hopes and dreams lie in the backseat of that car but it's now so far away. All I can do is watch and stand here, facing the future on my own, with cold feet.

The Mask They look at her Because of the way she acts Her confident stride Her sharp-tongued wit Her clear sense of pride They talk to her Because they admire her so Top of the class But a friend to all Never without conversation But a listener, while others would stall They want to be her For the way she Can be on cloud nine all of the time With her feet firmly planted An analytical thinker Full of three wishes she was granted For they think she is as perfect as a human can be, But her past lies hidden in her mask of mystery. Her mind is a wreck, her home #life a joke, She feels like her whole world is about to go up in smoke. Her parents-supportive, they think But they actually end up driving her to the brink Always a failure, never a lesson She goes on and on in a cycle of #depression. She does her work every night then hides away to cry As she feels her three wishes so swiftly slipping by. And each morning she puts on that terrible mask. To become that fake person with the traits that never last. ~Kirsty~

A Poetic Coursework Rant The world turns in fast forward With everyone frantic, in a mess It's like the room is spinning When there is just so much stress I like to take a break, you see, To sit and stare in wonder At all of these little, frantic people Running around, their brains asunder It's strange that I can stop and stare Because I found the time To get all the pesky coursework in Before the last deadline! ~Kirsty~

Finding That Perfect Story People say that #life is one big story. But no one can remember the beginning, And we all know how it's going to end, So how do we make our stories exciting enough that other people will want to hear them? The answer is simple, really: Try your best to follow your dreams, Never give up on love, Laugh as much as you possibly can, And never, ever let go of hope✨ ~Kirsty~

Thoroughly Modern Man They come Petticoats of lace Moulded to their bodies A sculpture of deceit The artist; everywhere you look Sipping from teacups Of poison Their gossip a drone to the ears Gazes sharp as daggers Their romance long lost In the rose bushes lining the streets In droves, they come The herd of glamour Their elegance straight from a magazine And passers by stop to stare At this crowd, this famous crowd They are everywhere Spiders' lashes and painted faces Artwork of the highest calibre Haphazardly placed Sweet as the knife As it plunges to your heart And the boys, they come Walking the catwalk of #life Staring at the show Taking their pick of the crowd But him He is different The lone match struck in the darkness When the electricity is cut. The shock of colour on a page Of dull ink. The new indie For surely, he is not of this world But where is he? And why doesn't he come? My multicoloured knight On a chessboard of grey To sweep me off my feet And carry me away? ~Kirsty~