Fairytale


Everyday is just the same, a monotonous type of fairytale
Where nothing happens out of the ordinary and everyday is kinda dreary
We work at school and then we work for our bread
Until eventually we die when we have nothing left.
We only get one life and yet it seems very few of us live it,
We conform to the status quo with barely a query,
An unquestioning bunch that can’t think for ourselves,
We let the elites make the rules because it has never been down to anyone else,
A life robbed of fun because of the focus on safety,
And technological inventions that take the fun out of everything. 
Want to go shopping?
Sure, what shall we order?

Don’t be like everyone else, break the mold.

Love, Liv x

Polluted planet, polluted mind

POLLUTED PLANET; POLLUTED MIND

When our planet is dying
When our people are getting fatter
When suicide is a leading factor
Of death in first world countries

Do you think maybe there’s a link?
And maybe that’s our connection with the environment?

But if nature is our miracle cure,
Stop throwing rubbish on your mother’s floor.

Olivia.

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“Perfect”

Practicing smiles in the mirror

Memorising a charade of perfect humour

To hide the truth of your despair

That in reality you’d rather be anywhere than there

And all you really want to do

Is cry alone on the floor of the loo

Contemplating in life itself

And wondering how you’ll ever reach that shelf

Upon which you’ve placed all your hopes and dreams

That realistically could never be

Because all you’ll ever really be

Is a failure to those who see you as perfect

When you break down and realise you can’t quite work it

Because social situations make you anxious

And often you can’t even say a word

Because self-doubt takes it upon himself

To strangle the phrases from your mouth

So maybe you shouldn’t even really try

Because you know this is only going to end in a cry.


So, remember to practice that smile in the mirror

And memorise that perfect humour

So that if no one looks at you too deep

They might not think that you’re that weak

And maybe if you rehearse the conversations

It won’t seem like you talk to yourself about your anxious reservations. 

Twists and Turns

The twists and turns that catch you off guard,

 throw you off kilter and drain you of energy.  

The happiness that is elation that gets you so high

you walk the clouds of your dreams,

above the obstacles of life,

but when the depression comes on the next bend you fall from your high perch,

through the floor and down 6 foot more,

until the numbness takes over and you can’t feel anything anymore,

at least until the next turn in that long road and then elation returns,

and you forget there was anything wrong at all

-Mental illness

The Tower

Interpret this poem as you will, but I wrote it in reference to the fact that I spend a lot of time caught up in my own head, and as wonderful as dreams can be to personify what you want in life, and what your ultimate aspirations are, sometimes we need to remember to stay in the present so that we don’t miss the opportunities that will lead to those dreams.  Sometimes, it is better to concentrate on all the good things we have right now rather than taking a, ‘the grass is always greener on the other side’ approach that will leave us forever unfulfilled. 

The Tower

Turning, spinning, wishing, dreaming,

Dreaming of a life better than this one,

Of excitement, of happiness, popularity and love.

High, up above reality, up above stress, worry, reality

And love.

In her tower she is safe, in her tower she is loved,

A tower of fairy-tales and dreams,

Of princes and happy endings, of best friends,

And undying relationships.

Of heartbreak and trauma coupled with moving on and being strong.

A fantasy that confirms the alienating atmosphere of reality

A tower providing a false sense of security

A perch high above responsibility

Providing short-term relief and giving way to a hard fall.

A fall bringing her back to her senses,

There can be no escape from the constrains of life,

Except a release from life itself. 

There is a reason the afterlife is described as a paradise,

Because our present lives are personified by the saying

‘the grass is always greener on the other side.’