I can no longer tell people that I have a little sister,
Now I must say that I have a younger sister,
Because you’re old enough to no longer be a ‘little sister’,
Though to be honest, that’s what you’ll always be to me.
...
I hope that time treats you well,
I hope that your dream will come true,
I hope that Fate looks after you
And I hope you remain young at heart.
...
The city is very beautiful at night.
To see the shimmering lights
In the buildings around,
Beacons to the minds eye.
...
And your race is run
And I am the one who is left behind,
To pick up the pieces of what’s left behind,
Only the good die young.
...
I’ve always said,
I was born 30 years too late.
I never fitted in to this decade.
I should have seen the 70’s,
...
Happy birthday, my dear,
Although I wish that you were here.
We should be celebrating together,
But instead I celebrate it alone.
...
She flew right past me one day,
My eyes must have been blinded by her light,
For seconds later she was gone.
So she must have been an angel,
...
These green eyes are waiting for you,
Waiting to see you again,
Like waiting for a bus to arrive,
Like waiting for my number to be called,
...
Money does not buy happiness,
But if I won the lottery it would certainly
Give me a helping hand.
...
Oh can you please go away and just leave me alone?
You know that I was always nice to you,
I always held the biting wit back for you
And you seem to think that this is because I like you,
...
I’ve been listening to you
For so long now
And you’ve learnt
More than I could ever know.
...
Stuck behind,
Only watching,
She moves fleetingly,
I’m only watching.
...
Ophelia is drowning,
And she is not afraid,
She thinks death quite romantic
At 20 she is already an old maid.
...
The weather could not have been better
It so suited the grass and the fields.
A simple cross, I had been told, was all it was
...
Hello,
Is that you over there?
Can you see me?
Don't walk away, I'm here!
...
If you don’t know which of the pills take-
Go and ask Alice, because she’s tasted them all
And she has gone down into the rabbit-hole.
...
When the Governments have decided,
When the bombs fall on top of us,
What will be left with?
Crawling out of the ground,
...
Charlie F. Kane (born Charles Foster Kane) is a 19 year-old student from Birmingham, U.K and currently attends De Montfort Univeristy in Leicester where he studies Creative Writing and Drama Studies. Charlie previously attened Solihull Sixth Form College. There he studied English Literature, Philosophy, and Theatre Studies. In his first year at college he studied Classical Civilization but choose to dropp it at the beginning of the second-year. A descion which he partially regrets as he still has a great love for Greek mythology. Charlie was insipred to start writing poetry and lyrics for several reasons. At the beginning of college he was becoming a huge fan of rock band Pink Floyd and was amazed by the lyrics of Roger Waters. Then in his English Literature classes Charlie felt like the poems that were been taught were some of the best he had ever read, and due to having a fantastic teacher whose passion for these poems got Charlie very inspired to start writing. Charlie started writing poetry last year when a friend asked him to write songs for his band. Charlie submitted several songs to them, but all were rejected on the grounds that they were more poetry than lyrics. Thus Charlie not wanting to waste what he had done rewrote the lyrics to become even more like poetry. I accidentally stumbled upon this website one day, and as Charlie's friend and editor of his work, decided to submit the poetry he had given me to read. The poems Charlie prefers to read himself are those of the Romantic poets, Edgar Allen Poe, Dylan Thomas and William Shakespeare. Charlie professes that when writing poetry he is more influenced by songs than anything else. His main influences are the songs of Pink Floyd and John Lennon.)
For My Sister On Her 16th Birthday
I can no longer tell people that I have a little sister,
Now I must say that I have a younger sister,
Because you’re old enough to no longer be a ‘little sister’,
Though to be honest, that’s what you’ll always be to me.
This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write,
Because there are no words of wisdom that I can give you
That you probably don’t already know,
The only advice I could impart is just to stay crazy.
I know that soon I’ll be going away and things may not be the same,
But I’ll always remember you like you are from this past year.
My sister- the strong, independent girl who takes no rubbish off anyone,
Listens to Elaine Page and the Sex Pistols, quotes Monty Python as if it were verse
And uses her eyebrows as dangerous weapons.
What I just want you to know, no matter how old or young you are,
Just how much your brother loves you dearly,
Even though you’re no longer old enough to be my little sister anymore.
(1/07/07)
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