From Annamaria. Poems by Carefree (Young people in Care) as performed at Port Eliot YourPlace ormine slot.

Saturday, September 5th, 2009

Dear All, these poems where written after an Apples funded workshop for Myplaceoryours with myself and young cornish poet Callum Mitchell. i applaud loudly Apples and Mel for giving them a voice at the festival with Bryon…they took it by storm and made themselves and us proud.

annax

Carefree Work written by Sophie, Zara and Amber (work performed by Becci and Katy), and Merlin, Mike, Zena

Unable to give full names due to status as looked after young people

Group Sorry Poem.

I’m sorry for modding my car, but now it looks cooler than before.

I’m sorry for stealing the strongbow, I wanted to forget myself,

I’m sorry for staying out late but I need my freedom,

I’m sorry I threw my brother in the tree, he’s still there like a huge peach.

I’m sorry about love, but it just felt right,

I’m sorry for writing the letter, I just wanted to tell you how I felt.

I’m sorry.

Merlin- Sadness

If sadness was an animal, it would be a tiger.

If it was the weather, it would be raining,

If it had a taste, it would be sweet candy.

If I could drink it , it would be absinthe.

Zena- Sexual Feelings

If I was an animal with sexual feelings

It would be a monkey that can’t control itself

If I was the weather I would be a volcano explosion

As it spreads its feelings everywhere

If I was a music it would be a romance, to hit your feelings

If I was a taste I would be steam, as it’s hot and dreamy

If I was a landscape I would be a beach as it is romantic.

Amber -Anger

Anger is a tiger, roaring , biting, with scratching claws,

Scarey and stressey.

Anger  is a storm,

Rain, wind, darkness, wind, clouds, thunder and lightening.

Anger is drums with a heavy beat banging.

Anger is a hot spicy taste.

Anger is jagged rocks, a choppy sea, a desert.

Sophie- Sadness.

If sadness is a whale lonely in the sea,

If sadness was the weather, it would be cloudy, grey rainy day,

If it was music, it would be classical,

If it was a place, it would be the rainforest.

Mike.  In Care.

You will always be in my heart with me

I’m not insane

But in pain

I wish I was allowed home

Where I’m never alone

You helped me through bad and good

I will come and see you,

Like I said I would.

I’ve got a home in a my heart,

To break it in two,

Just throw a dart.

Zara- Teenagers.

I am a dancer

A heart breaker

A door banger.

Merlin and Michael- Bin Bag

I had no suitcase

But they gave me a bin bag,

And in it I had,

Clothes,

Tobacco, my hamster, Jimbo

Photo of my mum.

I wish I had,

Nissan micra

My girl friend,

The care of a family to comfort

you, to feed you.

I would pack away,

Hurt feelings,

The past,

Thoughts running through my head,

Being trapped and isolated,

Having nowhere to turn.

Zena and Sophie- Care Is

A beautiful feeling

A listening sister

An older brother

And cultural fun

A home with rules

And health and safety

Where friends and romance

Can lead to love and freedom

Where friendly communication

Can give you a happy lifestyle

With a foster family

And a dissolving holiday

Care is an open door

That is warm and cosy

A laughable resort

Care has loneliness

And anger too

It’s like a volcano eruption

That pours out from me and you

So you try and be in our shoes

You will have the same feelings too. Care is all about YOU!

Merlin- Homeless man.

His hair is a Tsunami and trees blowing in the wind,

His beard is seaweed in a rough sea and a tangle of shoelaces,

He is a three legged fox hunting.

He is a haunted house, his breath is old fish,

His eyes are candles burning,

His heart beats slowly, about to burst.

Zena- Homeless man

His hair is like a burning sun

Rough seas, seaweed swaying

A stalking animal

A lions screwed up ball of hair

His mood is a stress tension of hair ripping

Tangled ropes, wires and a scratch of brambles

His face is mould on the window,

worn out and falling apart

cracked and piled

shattered windows in the wind

and cobwebs like his eyelashes flicker like dust

His house is an old spooked cracking building ready to fall

His breath burning wire running out of electricity

With puff of smoke

His vein is a popping wire through his skin ready to explode

His eyes are like a dark shadow, ready to explore

His mouth is a squeaky crackling door, hardly opening

His beard is a bunch of ants crawling in scrabbling leaves

His heart is a slow pumping machine,

helping him to breathe for another last word.

Bye

Merlin.

I’m sorry for the car modifications , but I want  to look cool..

I like me food, so I’m off to Macdonalds.

Amber.

I’m sorry for stealing strongbow like ,

I wanted to forget myself for a moment.

I’m sorry for staying out late.

Zara.

I’m sorry for staying out late,

But I need my freedom.

I’m so sorry, but I really need my freedom.

I’m sorry I get pissy sometimes, but I don’t get my freedom.

Sophie.

I’m sorry for hitting me sister,

writing a letter,

staying up late.

I’m sorry for writing the letter,

I just wanted to tell you how I felt.

Now I have told you,

So it’s up to you.

It’s ok, you’ve got plenty of time.

Mike- I need you

I need you like a carer needs a child.

I need you like an animal needs the wild.

I need you like a social worker needs a case.

I need you like wonky teeth need a brace.

I need you like a care home needs an outcast.

I need you like a demolition needs a blast.

I need you like an addict needs a drug.

I need you like a baby needs a hug.

I need you like a book needs a cover.

I need you like a romantic needs a lover.

Basically I’m saying mum, I need you to stop.

Because I need you like a sheep needs a flock.

Get yourself together and pull yourself up.

Because me and the kids need all of your love.

Mike- Caring.

Carings just a thing,

Five years I’ve been in,

No need to be scared

Cause once your in

You will be cared

Caring, a family

To comfort you

To feed you

And love you,

That is why you should not be scared

When you are in care.

If people hurt your feelings

Don’t listen,

They are scared of what happened in the past,

In a race, THEY will come last,

After all you’re not the fool,

That means, YOU are cool.

Group poem- I’ve got words

I’ve got words that’s tangled in my hair which can beat people up.

I’ve got words that sound like a frog in my throat that can tickle y tongue.

I’ve got words that come alive on the page, and that rhymes with other words.

I’ve got words that make people cry because they won’t come out.

I’ve got words to write poems as they roll out of my mouth.

I’ve got words that swing tree to tree as they slide of my arm.

I’ve got words that can dance as they stretch on the elevator.

I’ve got words that can fit on a necklace even if it fills my heart.

I’ve got words

I’ve got words

I‘ve got words that come out of my mind

Does it come out of yours?

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