#life Art Your hands are still wet with clay. You've been sculpting for hours. Are you tired? Am I perfect? Let me be your perfect project. The one you complete. Is my smile crooked? Make it real. #life-like. Don't let the viewer know The sadness can't leave me. I'm sorry I crack when I frown. I'll stay still. I am your product And will behave as such. Smooth the blemishes. Push them inside, hide them. They're for me to hold. Do you love me yet? Will you place me near the window? I want to see the world. Sculptor, you bring #life with your hands So why do they say you take soul? I'm not alive Anymore.

To My Future Child Hi there, little one. Well, I guess you call me Mum. You haven't been born, yet But there's time so don't you fret. This #poem shows my youth I really was a youngster once I like to hang out with my friends (And I love getting drunk.) I've got so many hopes for you, I hope the world caters to this need. There needs to be some changes Until I choose to breed. Young one, right now the world Is a harsh place to be. Can you believe we're letting Continents melt into the sea? Can you believe that gays Are often hated for their 'choice'? The same sex cannot marry, Cause God hates boys loving boys. Can you believe that people Judge each other on their race? For only their skin colour, A person can be exposed to hate. Can you believe that ladies Earn less in jobs than men? Despite the suffragettes, Female suppression strikes again. Can you believe that in jail #life is twenty five years? Seems the law never listens, To a grieving mother's tears. Can you believe that people Take drugs to ease their pain? They take these harmful things, To alter their brain. But there is still time These are things that can be changed. We are the future generation, Let's not have this cycle again.

My Little Cell From this tiny cell, I can hear the world moving. The trees growing. People talking. Always. My little cell. But in here I'm safe. People won't disturb me here, In my happy place. My solitude. My little cell. My only wish is that it was quieter. I don't want to hear nature Or people. I don't want to hear people in My little cell. These oppressive little walls Form my happy little bubble Where I live out my days. People don't come here. My little cell. I could sleep for eternity If I wanted. No-one could wake me. Who would want to? They're the ones who put me to sleep. My little tomb.

Echo & Narcissus #Myth This is the story of a young girl, Who fell in love with a man who became her world. She didn't have the words to describe how she felt. But she knew deep inside that he made her heart melt. But his only interest was love for himself. He would never reciprocate the love that she felt. So when she approached him to give him a hug, He threw her away and left her in the mud. This drove Echo crazy and she ran away, Where she merged with the mountain so forever she'd stay. Now this solemn story affected a god. Punishing Narcissus became his new job. Narcissus' self-love became his demise. He saw his reflection and saw love in his eyes. So obsessed he became with his own face, That he became rooted to the same place. His body grew weary from staying still. Narcissus grew hungry until he was ill. He stared at himself until he died. From the mountains could be heard Echo's cries. Now Echo is known as a repeating sound, Which appears when no-one's around. Narcissus' beauty turned into a flower, To document the pull of vanity's power. So that was my first attempt at the #Myth challenge. Have a go for yourself

Myth Challenge #Myth Hey! So I thought I'd present a challenge to anyone interested. The idea is to create a #poem based on myth. It can be Greek, Roman, Babylonian etc or a myth you've completely made up yourself. I thought it would be interesting to see how mythology can be presented in poetry in the modern age. You could write of gods, mythical creatures, heroes, voyages, magic, sacrifices etc. So, good luck and I look forward to reading anything you's create!