James

So I have this older brother, right?

And since we were little

All we do is fight!

You can hear us all day

And sometimes through the night,

We argue even when we’re way out of sight.

He continuosly text’s, phones, or facebook’s me,

Saying “Phe

ARE YOU BEHAVING CORRECLTY?”

Al the time I’m dying to break free,

But he doesn’t stop saying

“Can’t you see?!”

If I wear shorts or skirts it’s not nice,

A lady never shows the tops of her tights!

I change into jeans but still I’m un-polite,

“There are holes in them! Half’s missing!

Why don’t you listen to my advice?”

I’m a bit gothic, so black makeup’s the range,

“Oh no, phe! Go upstairs and change!

You can’t go out like that, you’re a state!

Now put on a Victorian dress,

Sit up and behave!”

It’s the 21^st centuary, I tell you every day,

If I wear that stuff out and about

I’d scare everyone away!

This is what they’d say,

Isn’t that old-fashioned girl strange?

I don’t care if you hate seeing my anckles

“I can’t bear to see you like that!”

Well then, dear brother, look away!

He’s a few years older, ok, four,

Which means he can enter my room

Without knocking on the door.

I’m listening to Eminem; he’s never heard it before,

“Oh sister, why listen to this,

This music’s such a bore!”

He puts on piano, beethoven’s symphony,

Listen to this, listen Phe!

This kind of music is harmony!

Rolling my eyes and snorting,

He says he’s not really sure,

That these are a lady’s actions,

He can’t bear it anymore!

Have you cleaned? Have you swept?

Oh, Phe! Computer gaming’s a theft!

Don’t waste time playing,

There’s little of the day left,

Don’t sing like that, you’re making me deaf!

So frustrating

To have a brother like mine,

Who moans and groans,

Tries to control me all the time!

He repeats to me the same old line,

“You are atrociouse!

You’re fashion is not devine!

Do not act like that

You are no sister of mine!”

Underneath all this though,

He is a brother of mine.

And although he’s annoying,

Boring,

Not very adoring,

I don’t mean what I say

And I will thank him everyday

In secret, mind,

Thanks for being there Bro

I mean it, I do love you so.

And though we fight

I would never want you to go.

Pandora's box :)

There is a box,
where all my secrets lie
I've locked them up,
they're all safe inside.
No-one knows
in the box I confide.
to stop anyone knowing,
the reality of life.

Each night I add a secret,
then lock it with a key,
so that everything saved in it
is known only by me.


Chorus:
And I am a girl
with so many secrets to tell.
but no-one can know,
it's not something I show.
They're my secrets
they belong to no-one else.
Only the  box
can know me that well.

I hide away the key
it's safe in my heart.
Only ever used by me,
with the key I couldn't part.
Maybe one day
I shall lend it to someone else,
if they earn my trust
and confide in myself.


chorus: 

And I am a girl

with so many secrets to tell.

but no-one can know,

it's not something I show.

They're my secrets

they belong to no-one else.

Only the  box

can know me that well.

ask me to stay :)

I'm trying to forget
all the words that you said,
they're going round in my head,
filling me with so much dread.
When can I see you,
to tell you how I feel?
the past is all memories,
it no longer feels real.

Chorus:
I'm hoping for one more day,
wanting only to hear you say
that you need me...
please, ask me to stay.
I'm hoping for one more day,
I can't wish you away
I need you to tell me,
please, ask me to stay.

Life is full of little things
that make living so sweet.
That make my heart beat
and which keeps me on my feet.
One word from you
can help me stay strong,
but please, don't leave it.
I can't wait around too long.

Chorus:

I'm hoping for one more day,
wanting only to hear you say
that you need me...
please, ask me to stay.
I'm hoping for one more day,
I can't wish you away
I need you to tell me,
please, ask me to stay.

Love and peace

Have you ever seen
the way people cry,
the way people scream,
smoke filling the sky.
Have you ever seen?
Their faces on TV,
the horrors they know,
nightmares, not dreams.

Bridge:
It's always the same
when you turn on the news,
a real war game,
never-ending disputes.

Chorus:
There's a little thing called love
some have never even heard of.
It doesn't stop the pain,
from happening again.
There's a little thing called peace,
only known by diseased.
It doesn't stop the pain,
from happening again.


Have you ever cried
when you heard about,
how many died
in Afghanistan.
How many lost
more than their pride,
how much it cost
for not making up minds.

Bridge:

It's always the same
when you turn on the news,
a real war game,
never-ending disputes.

Chorus:

There's a little thing called love
some have never even heard of.
It doesn't stop the pain,
from happening again.
There's a little thing called peace,
only known by diseased.
It doesn't stop the pain,
from happening again.

I swear there is no other :)

I swear there is no other.
I don't care about money,
money doesn't make
a normal guy funny,
all it does is take.
I don't care about looks,
beauty shines out.
I don't want what girls want in books
'Cos that's not what it's all about.

Bridge:
There's just one thing
I'm drawn to.
And that one thing
is you.

Chorus:
Your words are my Armour,

your touch is my shield,
I swear there is no other,
who makes me feel...
the way you make me feel.


I don't care about about those people,
or what they will say.
They don't care about feelings,
they just wanna ruin each day.
I don't care about distance,
I can always hold on.
I would for instance,
be sad if you were gone.

Bridge:

There's jsut one thing
I'm drawn to.
And that one thing
is you.

Chorus:
Your words are my Armour,
your touch is my shield,
I swear there is no other,
who makes me feel...
the way you make me feel.

Some of my cartoons :) x

Rap 1-Not fair

Our life has changed,                            
this world;
has reached a stage,
societies so full of rage,
won't turn a page;
it's hurtful.
To watch the days,        
it's like an animal
been locked in a cage;
it's a huge mistake,
is it just a phase?
To see kids so young,
think that having fun,
mean's to smoke a bong,
it's all so wrong.
To them it's the bomb;
they can't get along.
Un-respectful;
think this makes them strong.
When i was six,
i hear a rap song,
not knowing what it meant,
but innocence is gone.


Chorus:
Trying to keep away,
fighting off fears that come your way,
the words filled with horrors every day,
and it's not fair (no.not fair)

It's really bad,
the kids;
who call me mad.
Experiences they've had,
it's pretty sad,
to see them
instead of feeling glad,
having no education;
some can't even add.
Boy's call each other lad,
broken homes, no mum or dad.
A girl talks of guys,
she's only five!
A group of boys fight;
kids always tell lies,
nowadays don't deny,
they shouldn't cry;
over broken hearts.
Their tears should dry.
And nowadays,
they must always be right,
they argue, never wrong,
how can that be alright?


Chorus

It's so typical,
to think
you see faces so miserable;
it's unthinkable,
almost unbarable.
To know
that kids are capable
of almost anything;
it's incredible,
at times even fear-able,
the future's worth thinking for.
Put on hold,
that when they crawl
is innocence,
then who could know,
a downward fall?
I need a paracetamol.