Inside Out: An evening of words and music
Inside the Outside
Outside or inside,
inside the outs,
the inside of everything,
but whereabouts….be
The inside of a colour,
the inside of me,
the outside of another,
but where can they be?
The outside of this poem,
is inside a thought ,
but outside of this writing,
you see what I’m taught.
Outside on the secret,
inside a box,
the legs of a cheetah,
in the eye of a fox.
Now the fox wags his head at me,
now I can see,
the inside of the cheetah,
how scared it can be.
But while being outside,
you can’t see the in,
the secret is covered,
like the lid on a tin.
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Mr Colin Gray: Head of English
But as I start on the outside
of this poem of mine,
I do hope that the inside,
is equally fine.
Pat Dunachie
1st Year (Top)
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Waiting
I sat there,
Staring.
Before me
Loomed the door.
Behind it lay the unknown,
My destiny.
I felt my heart pounding
Madly.
My fingers drumming Nervously,
Against my leg.
How did I get here?
I wasn’t quite sure.
The ruler bending,
The rubber flying,
Soaring through the air,
In a majestic curve
And then it happened.
The rubber struck.
There was a cry,
Fury,
Drilling through my ears.
And then,
The last, desperate
Command of someone
At the end of his tether.
‘To the Headmaster!’
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And here I was.
What was that,
That annoying feeling,
Near to my heart?
Guilt?
Regret?
No, it was just my stomach
Rumbling.
It seemed so unfair,
Surely subjecting someone
To an hour of quadratic
Equations is child abuse?
Surely I was justified?
Then,
The door opened.
I took a deep breath,
And entered.
Josh Wooderson
2nd Year (Top)
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Inside/Outside
Frozen air, freezing starts
Roasted chestnuts, moons of Mars.
Blades of grass around my feet
The spangled sky, a shining sheet.
Walls of black and eyes of white
Doors of blue bulbs of light.
Green-brown leaves and matted stone
Cathedral walls as dry as bone.
Merlin Jobst
3rd Year
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Stop
Find the handle,
Pull it quick.
Breathe out the breath that I
Didn’t know I was holding
The air’s still
Relief
To be inside.
Tom Allman
3rd Year
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Inside/Outside
This life belongs to you as much as me,
Yet it is mine and no-one shall take it,
You’re the tool of my trade only,
But are you something more?
The writings of a writer,
The music of a musician,
The art of an artist,
The light of a life.
Is their art their work
Or is it their life?
Is it something they use
Or a part of them?
Are you me or are you - you?
Are we one or are we two?
Inside or outside,
Me or you?
Eleanor Smith
2nd Year (Top)
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Inside Out
Outside her expressionless face
Shows no grief for her lost loved one.
No fear for the future or regret of the past.
Inside, her broken heart
Struggles to piece it’self together again.
This jigsaw will take a long time to finish.
Outside, her eyes stare straight ahead
They rarely blink.
No sparkles now.
Shining gold has turned to rust.
Inside, the pain in her throat
Prevents any sound escaping.
She will be silent now
For a long time.
Outside, she sits up straight
In a hard backed chair.
Her head held up
As if by an invisible string.
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Inside, the pain in her throat
Gives way.
The tears that have been waiting for so long.
Finally have their turn.
Outside, a single tear escapes
From long dry eyes.
Her shoulders hunch and
With a sudden gulp for air
Grief overcomes her.
She will grieve openly now.
Her heart will piece itself together again
But never be complete.
Ursula Harris
3rd Year
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Inside
Dan the nick
Inside
Locked up
I am whatever you want to call it.
I’m in cells made of hard cement
Bars around me 24/7
With vicious men calling my name.
I don’t belong here
He should be here instead. But
He is on the outside and I on the
Inside.
Life sucks!
Georgie Parry
3rd Year (Top)
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