London

A few years ago some crazy lady came into our English class and told us all to write a peace of poetry which could win some competition or some unimportant shizz like that. So because i have nothing better to do with my life at 8am in the morning in the holidays i am now going to share it with whoever might be reading this random blog just because i can. I also hope that 1. i can write better now and 2. the other creaters of this poem won't mind my sharing it with you (whoever you are) so anyways...

London is a freckle on the face of the earth,
Blood veins flowing through the city,
Parliament mumbles against the bite of gangsters knives,
CCTV blinks, no trust in the world,
Pollution lashes across the nostrils,
The life of the city rests in our hands,
A cloud above my head whilst walking,
Air burnt by the stain of graffiti,
The brain is a black and white paper of culture,
Getting swallowed by the thousand tone mass that rests above our shoulders,
We are mere young woman of breezed beauties,
No peace, no quiet,
Opportunities, fame and succcess,
With the flying wolf above us all,
The eye above us all,
London is the face of danger,
The capital helps us to see,
Helps us to find our destiny,

So yer that was it. Thanks again to the other writers of this poem we had some great times together.

until next time the sun, the moon and the clouds with the magical wings ask you to smile because you deserve to :P x