Beneath the Track (From William Golding's Lord of the Flies)

Creepers and trunks broken, smashed

Witch-like cry; echoed echoed echoed

Thick - was heat - was sand

A pink platform of granite

Uncompromisingly raised four feet jetty

Smiling proudly

Delightedly again, laughed

Like a bomb let him be chief

Darkness of the forest

Still lagoon, blue, green, purple

Piglet SCREAMED

Cut a pig's throat

Stick a pig

Choose a place

Too late

Wacco blue flowers

Wizard coral reef

Smashing boat shaped island

Belongs to us.

I'd Never Been One for Talking

My body went stiff

My hands went numb

My brain went dead

My voice, was gone


A conversation

That was all I sought

I wracked my brain

But no ideas came


I wanted to talk

I just didn’t know how


I wanted some friends

But they ignored me now


I was so quiet

They’d forgot I was there


Not one peep

Came out of my mouth


I was alone

Alone in this world


invisible to all.

I Gave It My All

110%

Not good enough.

Pushed under, I can't breathe.

I don't understand.

Confusion.

I blink.

Mouthes moving.

Momentarily deaf

I nod, speechless

Relentless voice drones on

Mind racing, heart beating

Nausea, dizziness

Blackout.

Something clicks

I surface.

Denial.

Final scathing comment.

Silence.

The dam breaks.

Tears flood out.

Degraded.

I fail again.

The Pedestrian.

I am a writer,

The last one of them all,

I stroll through the barren city.

To clear my mind, to breath fresh air.

Where did all the people go

Not a single person in the streets

Oh where did all the people go,

Are they all inside, watching repeats?

Walking along, walking along

Sirens wailing, wailing, wailing.

Along comes a car

It's a robot, it's a cop.

It calls me unusual, it calls me mad.

It hauls me off, to a psychiatric ward.

To inject me with drugs,

and brainwash my mind.

I was a writer, I was, I was.

But what am I now?

Deaf, dumb, brain dead.

Gone.

Why?

Ignored and hated

A girl sits alone at her table

Wondering why she is despised

Laughter fills the air as the popular girls joke

About whom, her?

Was she born with bad luck?

Or was being hated just part of her personality?

Questions are unanswered.

Not wishing to be the way she is

screams in frustration.

Why?