I am a mountain
A crisp winter's night
June
I am criticized for being myself, lonesome
Reaching heights one can only dream of
Simply to escape the concrete jungle chaos
I am natural evolution
Looking down on my problems, the ones who disagree
Like a snow flake they fall, drifting into the darkness
I have no need for the brief highs and devastating lows of drugs
Or the endless but seemingly dissatisfying celebration of the nights
Because the only way to forever be high is to reach the summit
I have my dreams, my 'once upon a times'
I am shielded by the same ambitions I am criticized for
I am a mountain
© Alex Nyathi
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Grade 9
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Wednesday, 9 August 2017
Pain ~ Uwais Osman
I am a gasp of pain
A midwinter's close of day
An entity bound by a single chain
August;
I am trepidus
Ascension of astral ashes with no assent
Nor a need to ascertain
I am a gasp of pain
I am a heave of suffering
I have forsaken conflict
Walked away from it yet still invict
Inverted insults into intriguing intuition
I have no need of control or restraint
With my withered wrath and wretched rage
I have my calm conceptions
And napalm perceptions
I am shielded by the mind's terrain
I am a gasp of pain
© Uwais Osman
***
Grade 9
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A midwinter's close of day
An entity bound by a single chain
August;
I am trepidus
Ascension of astral ashes with no assent
Nor a need to ascertain
I am a gasp of pain
I am a heave of suffering
I have forsaken conflict
Walked away from it yet still invict
Inverted insults into intriguing intuition
I have no need of control or restraint
With my withered wrath and wretched rage
I have my calm conceptions
And napalm perceptions
I am shielded by the mind's terrain
I am a gasp of pain
© Uwais Osman
***
Grade 9
***
Revival ~ Zuhairraa Sardiwalla
I am revival
Autumn
In the park
February
I am rebirth
"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
close bosom friend of the maturing son"*
I am revival
I have built gardens
Millions of seeds lie in moist soil
Gardens that no man may destroy
I have no need of the past because
From the ashes come nothing
I have my art and clay
I am shielded by my self worth
I am revival
© Zuhairaa Sardiwalla
***
Grade 9
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*John Keats
Autumn
In the park
February
I am rebirth
"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
close bosom friend of the maturing son"*
I am revival
I have built gardens
Millions of seeds lie in moist soil
Gardens that no man may destroy
I have no need of the past because
From the ashes come nothing
I have my art and clay
I am shielded by my self worth
I am revival
© Zuhairaa Sardiwalla
***
Grade 9
***
*John Keats
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