The Rollercoaster Collection E-Book

Ross Paterson

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

This is not just a collection of poems.

This is my story, a ticket for the rollercoaster that is my mind as I stumble through my life.

I hope this can inspire others and help people to keep on keeping on. No matter how hard life get you've always gotta get back up.

Leseprobe

Ross Paterson

The Rollercoaster Collection

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

One More Try

One more try.     We say that a lot.     We always mean it.     Not.     I can't think of a time I did,     I never truly gave up on a trick,     A little less scoop, a little more flick,     Fail again and again until it suddenly clicks.     I'll never truly give in, never truly be defeated,     Maybe another day, but I'll always repeat it.     Just get hyped, until you feel it,     The rush of adrenaline, and think about it.     70% mental, 30% physical,     Keep trying, land the varial,     Keep at it, you're nearly there you know,     And then it happens, the ankle roll,     Just walk it off, you were doing so well,     Never give up, it's cliché, I know,     But you gotta keep going, anywhere in life.     Stick with that office job, you soon be in flight,     The pilot to be, the life long fight,     To be the best you can be, to do what's right,     Feed the homeless, get them warm at night,     You'll never know if you've never tried,     Life is not knowing, you've gotta find out     Have you ever got a date without asking them out?     If you'd never gone fishing would you be eating that trout?     You got rejected?     Don't get affected     Work hard, you won't win the lotto.     Soon enough you'll be making that dough,     If at first you don't succeed, what's the motto?     One more try!     You'll never mean it, it's just an excuse,     But it has got an element of truth,     Cos on that day,     You get big pay,     You'll remember the last time you said     One more try.

My Hell

I never really fit in.

I was dumb and the others were dumber.

Every year I prayed for the summer.

To get away and not talk to another

Person, spending all my time in my room

Playing Black Ops 2.

I only went outside to get on my board and forget the world.

It was the only time I lived and felt like I was worth

Something, anything, learning physics as it whirled

Underneath my feet, hurling myself into the air.

But then it ended and I was back at school,

Where video games and skating were not cool,

Getting picked on endlessly, I felt like a fool,

Every day was a medieval duel.

One that I always lost.

I tried to change and adapt

To make it stop at last

But alas I failed.

Sticks and stones my teachers said as I almost cried.

But that's what they were throwing at my mind,

Whittling me down deep inside,

They didn't understand the shit I hide,

Always laughing as they wanted a fight

To the death of my kind,

The underdogs, the jokes, we say we're fine.

But half the time

We break in halves.

The thing they said I wasn't good at was English.

But look at me now bitches!

Forming these rhymes

In my spare time

Never know what I'm going to write,

No hours of planning

My head is spinning

This web of words

As I'm sitting here, looking for worth

In a world that's cursed

With nothing but hurt

And they don't realise it's our first

Instinct to fight back.

It's kill or be killed

But we're punished when we kill

With rage I'm filled

I'm losing the will

To try, but still

I wonder if I'll live to tell the tale.

Dirty looks from afar,

Black eyes from chocolate bars,

The constant feeling I'm from Mars

As I look up at the stars

On the wall of the class.

Down the stairs I always fell,

Will I make it? Time will tell,

Waiting for the ring of that final bell

That signals the end of my personal Hell.