Rare Secret

Well I'm not good at keeping secrets
I know I'm one who loves to share
And whenever something big happens
I talk as much as I dare
But I've got this one secret
That I'll never utter out loud
I'll never tell a single soul
And for this I feel so proud
Cause you see I'm no good at keeping secrets
I'm one who loves to share
But hiding this one major treasure
Makes me as happy as I dare

Please Stay

I dedicate this poem to a friend of mine.

You're in a dark place
With sense of no escape
Your heart is on a race
And your mouth is under tape
You just want it to end
To finally get some peace
Your will begins to bend
But just listen to me, please

Put the knife down
You can walk away
Don't let yourself drown
Stay with me, please stay

Your emotions are in a whirl
You don't know how to feel
You're just a small and frightened girl
Will you ever heal?
To be honest, I don't know
But it just doesn't matter
I know you're feeling low
But give up and my world will shatter

You think leaving will solve everything
That it will make the whole world right
But not for those left behind
You have to stay, I'll help you fight

So put the knife down
You can walk away
Don't let yourself drown
I'm begging you, please stay

Umbrella

The rain pelts down,
Washing away the warmth.
You begin to shiver,
As you fight against the storm.
You're walking up the road,
Trying to make it home
But the wind is just so strong
And you're soaked through to the bone
The rain comes down faster
It's impossible to dodge
You're cold, wet and tired
You're trekking through the slodge
Just as you feel defeated
And you stop with a big sigh
I pull out my blue umbrella
To protect you on this night

The Swing

I am thinking of using this for a poetry comp, so please give me your honest opinion :)

Sitting on the swing, deep in thought,
My toes brushing against the grass.
Moving backward, moving forward,
My mind has wandered too far
It feels like I've been on the swing forever,
Though I've been here for maybe half a day.
It's a place where I can sit and think,
When my mood is overly grey.
I am sitting on the rusty old swing,
A cool breeze blowing through my hair.
It reminds me that the world can be nice and calm,
Even though it's sometimes unfair.
Sitting on that swing, I wonder:
How long has it been here?
A single swing in a tiny park,
And an old tree is very near.
This little swing, aged and creaky,
Is in a suitable spot.
And I love to sit on this much loved swing,
Whether I'm happy or not.

The Beauty of Dancing Chapter 1

I'm trying desperately to focus on Mr. Vaughn's monotonous voice in Science. He's lecturing us on atoms, I think. Hard to tell. With his slow, steady voice it's all just white noise to me. I don't like Mr. Vaughn, he's an arrogant man. And he's just so... so...
A nudge to my ribs causes me to sit up straight and snap to attention. The whole class is quiet except for Matt, who's sniggering beside me. I'm guessing he's the one who gave me the painful nudge. Would it be weird to tell your mate he has sharp elbows? Probably, but I can't worry about that right now. The class is quiet for a reason. Mr. Vaughn's baggy eyes are focused on me. I must have fallen asleep. Oh crap.
"Have a nice nap did you Nick?" asks Mr. Vaughn smugly. He loves catching me out. I love laughing at his receding hairline. We all enjoy different interests.
I decide to make the most of this problem and turn it into entertainment for the class. I'm nice like that.
"Very much so Sir, thankyou." I smile as if we were good friends.
"Perhaps you can continue your nice nap in detention." says the teacher, smiling like a shark.
"Probably not Sir. You see, it smells really funny in there, I don't think I'd be comfortable enough to fall asleep. And anyway, how am I supposed to doze off without hearing you drone on about atoms?" Most of the students in the class giggle at that, with a few others gasping in shock. I lean back, my work done. Apparently my victory comes with a price. I can tell by the way Mr. Vaughn's face has turned a rather alarming shade of red. Perhaps this wasn't the best idea.

Half an hour later I walk out of the room, breathing fresh air as if I'm a convict escaping a life of imprisonment. That was the longest talk on respect and behaviour I've ever had. I think I would have preferred detention. I make my way to where my friends sit. The lunch bell went a while ago, but maybe I still have time to gulp down some grub. The table cheers as I come into view. Mr. Vaughn isn't a popular teacher, so my words had a good affect on the rest of the class. I bow before sitting down next to Lill. Matt and some of the other guys are throwing a battered football around. There's jeering as Sam drops it.
"C'mon Nick!" calls Matt, "show him how it's done!"
"Would love to!" I call back, "but even football legends like me have to eat sometimes!" cue more jeering. I pull out a sandwich and take a bite. But before I can even taste the food, the bell rings. Damn you Mr. Vaughn.

Can't Let Them Down

It's been a tough day and I cannot wait to get home
Can't wait to shut my brain down
But before I am even halfway there
Up comes a friend who's feeling down
She is a mess, she needs my help
And of course I can't turn her down

My mind is a mess, it's in a whirl
I don't know what to do
I want to ask for help, for advice
But first I have to help you
And by the time I've listened and advised
And given all the help I can
My feelings have locked down, I can't talk
But I my God I wish I can
I know it's great people turn to me
I'm always happy to help
But there are just so many who need me
There's only so much I can do by myself

I always want to turn to someone
To let them know I'm hurting
But before I can, they turn to me
And of course I can't let them down