Snowy Stars

( the burning skies of a cold floor )

Inside the woods laden with sacred fruit,
the little children hidden in oak trees,
will eat, even if they are not hungry

They will spend lazy hours listening,
to the gentle beat of the rains' music,
with their little pet colour-blind rainbows

Inside the brick buildings we call our homes,
the adults hidden in their grown up things,
only seem to eat, when they are hungry

They will spend their spare time from work listening,
wondering if the gentle beat they hear,
is the rains' music or TV's static

Forgetting that the angel Lucifer
can only fly to the top of hell,
the bottom of heaven

Sand Capped Mountain Tops

As the snow settles
Disrupt its wanness
With your feat

Sandman's Storms

What could have been
Fantasising in what is
Dawning about dusk

Daydreaming of roads
Without white lines
Without separation

In one direction
At one speed
Towards lovelorn tunnels

Where we scream
Our lullabies
About nightdreams and daymares

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Biography

I am 17 years old and I am attending secondary school at Fingal Community College Swords. I have been writing poetry for a number of years and I have recently had a poem called BURY THE COFFINS published in the Poetry IRELAND REVIEW issue 65. Most of my spare time is spent writing and crafting my poems, as well as simply brainstorming. The reason I chose poetry as the art medium to express myself in is, poetry in my opinion really challenges an artist's ability because they only have words to rely on, so to get the maximum effect from an inquisitor or reader, they really need to produce something special. I believe poetry needs to create a personal relationship with each individual who reads it. I often spend my time on the internet researching the different methods people use to structure poetry. I also spend time reading and listening to music.