#FilltheBoxChallenge
‘School
is off for two weeks!’ I remember telling my friends.
‘It
will be like a holiday,’ I recall them telling me.
Oh,
how naive we were, not to have seen it coming. Something that sounds so great
must have a catch, surely. Surely?
Six
weeks, three months, 5 months, will it ever end?
So
long ago I had rejoiced, at the prospect of a break. Now it seems, we are in
deep trouble, with cases rising and dates being postponed…
It
forces you, enviously, regretfully, to remember - to remember what we once had.
By
Rachel B
Books
Books. You read them. You connect
to them.
It’s like you travel to a
different reality,
Seeing the mystery that hides
beneath the pages.
From the worlds the authors
create on paper,
To the hand-held copy we hold in
our hands.
It will forever remain a secret
to us
How the magic of books will
always bring us together.
Books.
You read them.
You connect to them.
By Isabella P
How long we wait to meet
Connecting online
Celebrating out birthdays online
How long we wait to meet
Playing games together online
Eating together online
Laughing together online.
How long we wait to meet.
“Farewell”
I remember the day I heard of your
departure.
I remember the icy streets,
The cold cutting through me,
Like an arrow through an apple.
I remember the black car,
I remember grandad taking me home.
I remember the news of your
departure,
I remember wondering why no-one told
me you were leaving,
I never knew.
I remember how sad I felt,
And acting like I was fine.
I remember how nice you were,
To me, and all others around you.
I remember feeling confused as to why
you had to go,
And I never had a chance to say it
then but I’m saying it now.
Farewell.
By James CM
My Mischief
My mischief reminded me of you,
Chasing all the hens
Back towards their pens.
You were my hero.
And even if you`ve gone,
My mischief will remind me of
sweet little you,
Human and dog
Blood brothers too.
Rest in peace Charlie.
By Marcus P
Connecting with Friends
Our friendships had become just a screen,
Wondering when the faces behind were again to be seen,
Typing letter after letter,
Asking myself: “When will things be better?”
Only digital conversations seen,
Things more different than they’d ever been,
Our voices yet to be heard.
Will things go back to how they were?
By May T
Can't believe it has come to
this,
Only, if only, we kept in touch,
‘No, sorry, I’m busy,’ was the
answer
Never face timing or calling
Even though we were best friends
Carelessly letting our friendship
fall apart.
Time will just go on,
I still wonder if things would
have stayed the same,
Only, if only you never moved
away.
Never will things stay the same.
By Elise N
I never
thought it would come to this,
Having to
connect in whole new way,
Only
seeing your face on the bright screen of my phone,
Looking
at my computer screen all day long,
The
pixels moving to show me the next sum I’m supposed to complete,
All day,
every day…
By Ivy R
Connection has always been a problem of ours
Only because we lived many miles apart
Nearly three years have passed since I saw you last
Not a day goes by without thinking of you
Everyday I look up to feel closer to you
Connection doesn't have to be a problem of ours
Time for me to go and let you rest in the dark
Connected to the black bird
Just as brief as the black bird swooping past the large windows, a shrill laugh from next door almost instantaneously pierced my ears. The children next door were constantly chattering, never stopping like the topmost branches of the trees outside swaying to the will of the wind under the dull, grey sky; this was all connected to the black bird initially passing by.
By Lewis B
Grief
Too much pain
Too much sorrow
It chases you ‘till you can run no more.
I wish I could’ve helped
Yet we all know,
The outcome is inevitable.
And still to this day I am sorry
For both you and I
Sometimes it knocks
Or perhaps barges in.
“It’s not fair!”
You may cry.
You’re right, but it doesn’t care.
You cannot escape it.
It’s Death! It’s Death!
An’ always, always,
He’ll always be there!The phones suddenly started to ring. Then stopped. The internet went down too. I was sending a thank you text to my gran as I got something new. But what do I do, how do I show thanks? Mum says write a letter. Those are ancient though. But here, I'll give it a go…
By Ethan B
A second voice
A mismatched soul
A shard of metal is all
It took to take control
Of a creature so vulnerable, weak
and small
Fur becomes Iron
Green becomes red
Words become war-cries
Life and Iron can't connect
By Eva SV
#fillthebox
There are many ways to describe
connection, it could mean to have a bond with someone or it could mean to
physically connect two things together. It’s just how you see it and how you
can relate to it.
Nothing Matters with Friends
He dances through the long wavy
grass, the sun beaming brightly, when he’s with his friends.
He skips along warm beaches,
staring at the beautiful sunset, when he’s with his friends.
His exhilarated screams rush
through the breeze as he jokes about when he’s with his friends.
Nothing to worry about, nothing
keeping him awake at night, just going about his day, when he’s with his
friends.
Not a care in the world, he fills
the air with joy and laughter, when he’s with his friends.
Nothing matters, nothing at all,
not when you’re with your friends.
There’s lots of ways to connect
Whether that might be
Phoning, texting, talking or seeing.
I’d like to connect with some more
people
I don’t mind who, but I do mind when.
I’ve missed out on a year already,
and
I want to make up for that time.
Even though you’re way up there
It may seem that I don’t care
But I do
I really do
When I think that you are far
away
I can hear your voice come and
say
“Do not worry,
Do not fear,
For whatever happens
I will always be here.”
By Rachel B
In our Hearts
This is to my grandma
who is resting in peace.
Memories through photos
placed around the house
or even memories in our hearts.
A picture of me as a baby with you.
You will always be connected with us,
Always in our hearts.
by Josh G
The book I hold,
Hold in my hands
Open on a brand-new page
Black text, white paper
Crisp as old leaves, thin as
pencil shavings
The book I hold,
Hold in my hands
Open on a brand-new page
My heart longs
Longs for when
My life will change again
Only You will let me be
Me with God, and You within me.
By Georgina P
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