My Poems

revenge
U were just holding me back
Trying to pull me of my track
The honesty commitment and the love u lack
But baby I promise I will get u back
You won’t see it coming it will be painful and slow
Believe me you will be runningGoing as fast as you can go
But ill be there behind you watching you run
I will enjoy this, this chase will be fun...
When all these thoughts run though my head
I'll be hugging my pillow at night in my bed
I don’t have the power, the strength or the hate
But you will get what’s coming to you boy it’s called fate...


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Talking through a screen
We cant do it face to face
Yeah,this story has been told and seen
Running from me,I cant keep up the pace
This has been done before
Hearts shattered and left to bleed
Still wanna be in your arms I still want more
Me begging for you back is not what you need
So i'll leave it at this
Leaving my dreams of you and me
...Leaving my bliss


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Its too late,I cant run anymore
Its too late, left to cry on the floor
If i could turn back time i would
I think i love him a little more than i should
Its an unhealthy obsession it has to stop
If i could just see you, on my knees I'd drop
My heart is still braking
'Cos all this time you were faking
Dont need to cut and bleed
On this bloody pain I feed
One thing i cant do is
Stop loving you

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I cheated and lied
All i can do is hide
Run from this pain
Wrists are now itching
Cut right through the vains
Screw this world,this life is bitching
Start again with someone new
Like an unwanted ghost, I'll haunt you


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Are you really better of alone?
Of a bridge she was thrown
Falling forever waiting for her savour
But this time she knows he wont come
He thinks he should just leave her
But the tears are making her face numb
Time always kills the pain
But how long before its all back again?

Screw this
Screw this. Lying in bed all day doesnt help
Going out to 'clear' my head is a waste of time
I cant think straight,the first line doesnt rhyme
Screw this, this feeling is the worst
Talking about real love, he was my first
Never wanted anyone to hold me tighter
Screw this! everyone knows im a fighter
Like the song says 'I will survive'
In my head i see a pool of blood and im about to dive
Screw this. I know he is the one
I said this before but i just wanna run
Dont need any make-up, forget my hair
Without him its just too much to bare
Look at me im wounded, as i fall to my knees
Grab onto anything just to stand up. love hurts? indeed
Wipe the tears, forget the songs you wrote
You'll get through this and I'll fade from your world
So screw this

Persuasive Writing - Exemplar 1

My task: to write a speech to deliver to my Fast Track classes, persuading them to make more use of the interactive, internet sites I have created to extend their learning.
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Click. Learn. Succeed. Who ever thought the mouse could be mightier than the pen? Well, I took some convincing myself, and was cynical too at first. But now I am a fanatical convert, and worship at the cybertemple every day.

Almost every household in this country has access to the internet these days, either at home, in a public library, or at the cybercafe down the road; so nobody can complain that they are not able to use it. Computers are the most popular source of entertainment for the average teen today – so much so that some teens only leave their screen to sleep, eat and go to the toilet; so nobody can complain that it isn’t fun. And the internet has spread knowledge around the world like an intellectual wildfire since it began in the early 1990s; so nobody can complain that it doesn’t teach you anything.

So isn’t it time that learning broke the rusty lock on the classroom door, and leapt into the 21st Century? How much do you post? Are you a blogger? Do you wiki? No? Well, don’t you think the time has come to start? The internet is more immediate than a lesson, more interactive than a book, and more exciting than any piece of homework I was set when I was at school. Want to learn and have fun at the same time? Then the internet is the very best place in which to do so. In fact, it will transform your life, if only you’ll let it.

In 1992, I started as an undergraduate at Oxford University – the most prestigious and eminent learning environment in the whole world. A year later, whilst working through the depth of the night in the college library to meet yet another essay deadline, I happened to come across a computer that hadn’t been there the day before. There was a label on it which read ‘The Worldwide Web’ – and none of us knew what this strange new ‘program’ was, let alone how to use it. So I went back to my desk, and bruised ream after ream with my weary nib.

It doesn’t have to be like that for you. Like generations of students before you, you are dwarfed by a mountain of questions; but, unlike them, you have an online ocean of answers. So dip your toe in the water, splash around a bit, and dive in. It really will be the best decision you ever make.

Recommended Reading: The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time

Each week, I shall post an extract from an important and highly skilled piece of fiction, in the hope that it inspires some of you EITHER to write some yourself, OR to read the book in question. Use the COMMENT facility to give your opinions and ideas about the extract.

This week it is an extract from one of the best pieces of fiction for years, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time, by Mark Haddon. This is a remarkable novel, told from the unusual point of view of a child with Aspergers Syndrome, a disorder on the autistic spectrum. It's close to my heart partly because my son shares the same diagnosis; partly because, like some of the films we have seen recently in the film club, it looks at life in a totally DIFFERENT way, which has got to be a good thing; and partly because it is just a BRILLIANT story, BRILLIANTLY written. This extract is taken from the middle of the novel:

Then the police arrived. I like the police. They have uniforms and numbers and you know what they are meant to be doing. There was a policewoman and a policeman. The policewoman had a little hole in her tights on her left ankle and a red scratch in the middle of the hole. The policeman had a big orange leaf stuck to the bottom of his shoe which was poking out from one side.
The policewoman put her arms round Mrs Shears and led her back towards the house.
I lifted my head off the grass.
The policeman squatted down beside me and said, 'Would you like to tell me what's going on here, young man?'.
I sat up and said 'The dog is dead.'
'I'd got that far,' he said.
I said, 'I think someone killed the dog.'
'How old are you?' he asked.
I replied, 'I am 15 years and 3 months and 2 days.'
'And what, precisely, were you doing in the garden?' he asked.
'I was holding the dog,' I replied.
'And why were you holding the dog?' he asked.
This was a difficult question. It was something I wanted to do. I like dogs. It made me sad to see that the dog was dead.
I like policemen, too, and I wanted to answer the question properly, but the policeman did not give me enough time to work out the correct answer.
'Why were you holding the dog?' he asked again.
'I like dogs,' I said.
'Did you kill the dog?' he asked.
I said, 'I did not kill the dog.'
'Is this your fork?' he asked.
I said, 'No.'
'You seem very upset about this,' he said.
He was asking too many questions and he was asking them too quickly. They were stacking up in my head like loaves in the factory where Uncle Terry works. The factory is a bakery and he operates the slicing machines. And sometimes the slicer is not working fast enough but the bread keeps coming and there is a blockage. I sometimes think of my mind as a machine, but not always as a bread-slicing machine. It makes it easier to explain to other people what is going on inside it.
The policeman said, 'I am going to ask you once again…'
I rolled back onto the lawn and pressed my forehead to the ground again and made the noise that Father calls groaning. I make this noise when there is too much information coming into my head from the outside world. It is like when you are upset and you hold the radio against your ear and you tune it halfway between two stations so that all you get is white noise and then you turn the volume right up so that this is all you can hear and then you know you are safe because you cannot hear anything else.
The policeman took hold of my arm and lifted me onto my feet.
I didn't like him touching me like this.
And this is when I hit him.

the journey of faith

The Journey Of Faith

I walked on a narrow stone path with gaps in between, moss suffocating large trees on either side of me.
A winding river on the right side of me moving quick and stealthy like a snake, fast but deadly. The humid environment blocked my senses for a moment as I got used to my surroundings.
As I continued down the path the trees seemed to close in around me, as if I was invading on their territory unaware of what lies ahead.

I catch sight of a shimmering red stone in the swamp grass. Cautiously I crept to pick it up, straying from the path, feet squelching through the mossy ground each time sinking lower the ground swallowing me, forcing me to increase my pace.
As I bend down to pick it up I noticed it was set in a cross, engraved with some kind of message which I cant yet see because I have lost my glasses, and the heat and intensive sunlight have severely affected my vision to the point where much if blurred.

I struggled back to the path, and as I continue I drop into the swampy type water, vines and reeds catching me and holding me inside the dark belly of the river. But I wriggle free like a worm from the clutching grasp of a bird, but as I struggle to swim I am hauled out of the water and back onto the riverbank.
I wipe the water from my face and squint to try and find the path but instead, while reaching for the path I find my glasses.
I sighed a breath of relief but then search frantically for the thing that saved me, noticing that I am not alone.

Noting was there.

But the stone was glowing brightly, and I place my glasses on to read:
“I am always watching,
Always near,
All you have to do is believe and have faith,
Follow me.”

I continued down the path, confused from the event that had just occurred and examining the cross.
I heard a rustling through the trees and slowed down, tiptoed waiting for something to appear.
Out fumbled a man with torn and tattered clothes, knocking me to the floor and thinking nothing of it. He then stared at the cross around my neck with a horror struck look on his face, I looked down, and it was glowing again.
Then he sprinted back off into the trees even more quick and determined than before.

I jogged hastily jogged down the path and came across a building with a sign reading:
“THE FOREST RANGERS”
I thought I would investigate as I could perhaps find equipment to fight off whatever was chasing that man. I tried the door but it was locked so I climbed through a smashed window.

Inside I found some boots, clean clothes and a machete but as I got ready the stone started to glow again. I wielded the machete and crept cautiously through the rooms. I heard growling and then glass fell down on me from above like hailstones.

It was a wolf.

It circled me looking for an opening to attack, I swung the machete as if I was aiming for a home run in baseball but missed and was badly bitten on the arm.

The outcome obvious I tried a new strategy. I held the cross, closed my eyes and prayed, and when I opened them, I was wounded but the wolf had face a much more worse fate.

I ran out confused and bedazzled of what had just occurred. I was sure something else entered the room, but what??

I still walked on to find a beach, and as my instincts instructed me I signalled for help.
I made a signal fire and although it may be cheesy I wrote in big letters help, and then I just waited for days, praying and hoping to be rescued.

By the fifth day I had lost all hope and out of frustration and launched the cross into the water like a javelin in frustration, and as I did this a helicopter hovered overhead sighed to be finally rescued.
But before I got on the helicopter the same man from earlier on crept behind me like the snake of the river and whispered gently, “once you loose faith there is no return.”

Baffled, I got on the helicopter and as we set of in the air, I saw a red light from inside the see and as I thought nothing of it the helicopter burst into flames and chaos unearthed.
The helicopter plummeted into the sea just 400 meters from the island.


Well you know the rest because you’re here with me now…

“Once you loose faith, you never return.”

My Dreams...

Sir said something on the first post which made me want to actually put this on this blog. It's kind of what I want, my ambition shoved into one piece of writing, so tell me what you think about it!

My Life Story Will Be As Follows;
I have a dream, walking onto my stage of stardom, standing on that stage and doing what I and only I can do best, I shall act.
Being who I want to be is that I believe in. Doing what I want to do with no one in my way.
I will live my dream.
And I will live it to my full.
The fight for my dream will live on. Wherever I am, whatever I do. People will recognise me for who I was, am and will be.
Nobody will stand in my way. Everyone will stand by and watch me and my full potential walk onto that stage with golden lights.
And with my two hands I shall shine for the stars to see. And the only four words I shall say are,
"I have done it"

As some of you might have guessed, it's me and my dreams put into one little "speech" as I would say. What do you guys think? It's nothing much, but I thought I'd get some conversation brewing on this board, it looks kind of empty. Try and guess what I want to be when I leave school. It's kind of obvious if you think about it! Thanks for your time...Comment please! I want to know what everyone else thinks!

Welcome to the Blog

Firstly, welcome to the Fast Track BLOG. Lots of students have asked me how they should use this site, and so here are some examples of what you could do"

1. Post some of your own creative writing. It can be a poem, a story, a playscript, a magazine article - anything you have written yourself. Publishing it on the BLOG will give it an immediate audience, and you never know - some people might post some useful comments in response.
2. Post a response to a practice exam question. Whether it is for the KS3 SATs or GCSE English, publishing one of your attempts at a practice question makes it possible for loads of your peers both to learn from what you have written, and to assess your work themselves. There something in it for everyone.
3. Post what is, effectively, a diary entry - on a topic we have studied in class. For instance, if we have been looking at a particular story or poem, you might want to publish a piece of writing which puts across your opinions about that text, why you like/dislike it, and what you think it means. Again, you can learn a lot from others' comments.
4. Post book reviews of novels you have read recently and particularly enjoyed. Other students can then read your views and, if they've read the book too, discuss it with you; and, if they haven't, they can then go away and read it themselves.

These are just some of the ways you might use this BLOG. Just remember, unlike the Message Board, this is not for brief, hurried messages. The work published here should have been thought about and redrafted carefully, and should, therefore, be a 'showcase' of the 'Best of' the Fast Track. Then, when people 'comment' on your posts, they can chat about them to their heart's content.

If anyone has any further questions about how to use this BLOG, either email me OR come and see me at school OR give it a try anyway. I will edit or delete anything I do not think is suitable, so you will soon find out if you are on the wrong tracks.

Happy blogging!

Mr Savage