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Words and Music - Faces: 4th Year Work
Face over the SandsSharp, jagged, threatening,
Towers rising up out of the ground
Above the golden sands.
Chunks break off occasionally
Tumbling down into small caverns between the boulders
Cracking as they go.
They thud, almost silently, the sound felt by nothing
Except the flag on top of an ancient sandcastle built
Where the tide rarely goes.
A small path weaves down unobtrusively,
Dust rises as a blast of sea breeze sweeps across it,
Disturbing a nesting seagull
Its cry echoing along the solid face of the cliff.
This face looks out to see a boat,
Sailing parallel to the land.
The boat looks back to see a commanding cliff,
Black from the pounding of wave and weather,
Looking at its body, the sea.
By Will Spencer
Abseiling
The man stood at the top of the jagged tall mountain and looked down, he felt sick with fear. The slippery, uninviting, black rock face waited for him to start his never ending descent, it seemed to laugh nastily at him as he stood shivering. Step be step he overcame his fear and edged off the side of the mountain, the holes and juts in the rock there to help him. He moved slowly as if he was frozen, first a foot and then a hand. He clung to anything he could, trying to find happiness in the cold rock. He was only three metres down and tears and sweat dripped off his face like rain, silenced only when they hit one of the protruding crags. He paused and his hands found two eye shaped holes that offered grip and comfort. The man continued with hands numbed from his strong iron grip hoping for a solid ledge underneath his feet but not daring to see how far this was away. The face suddenly became less steep and sloped away, more rocks appeared and the man’s heart lept. The accident gradually disappeared from his mind and the man relaxed and became more positive as he carried on his downward journey. His confidence grew and he quickened; the rock face became more inviting and it didn’t look so weathered and sharp. The level ground at the bottom waited for his arrival. He became quite fast now, longing for the end. He edged along a wide ledge, the shape of a bottom lip of a huge smile and he turned and looked down at the ground so close. He jumped backwards away from the mountain and landed with a soft thud onto the spongy land. His hands touched the ground to check it was real. He looked up at the smile on the face of the mountain.
By Rebecca Bradley
Nothing lasts forever/ Young Feminists
Let’s face it, nothing lasts forever
Show him you can make it
Make it on your own
You don’t need him or anyone
Wipe your eyes, you’re not alone.
Soon he will be back again
Knocking at your door
Asking for forgiveness
And for your love once more
Nothing lasts forever
Move on, forget your past
Let’s face it all together
Nothing ever lasts.
No Name Given
Two Faced/ In My Eyes
You tell me you like the taste
You just need an excuse
You tell me it calms your nerves
You just think it’s cool
You tell me you want to be different
You just change for the same
You tell me its only natural
You just need the proof
Did you get it?
It’s in my eyes.
You tell me nothing matters
You’re just so scarred
You tell me that I’m better
You just hate yourself
You tell me that you like her
You just wish you did
You tell me that I make no difference
Well, at least I’m trying
What have you done?
It’s in my eyes.
And it doesn’t look that way to me,
In my eyes.
By Nick Jennings
One Person
How can any
One person
Change so completely
Yet be
That same person
How can I be so
Entirely someone else
That I am incapable of knowing
Which I truly am
Was I?
Or am I now?
And if I was?
Where am I now?
Am I this person’s heart?
Or in their mind?
Am I their hands?
Or their feet?
If I cannot know
Am I supposed to guess?
Or should I continue to wonder?
Or simply drift?
Which do I prefer?
Or, which is better?
Which of these
Do people want me to be?
By Jenny Dickinson
