If only this wasn't a daydream

The sparkle in your eye from the morning sun sets the day to be worth it already.

The smile you produce when you notice me next to you is my pure motivation in life.

Hush girl; speak later. Let your lips speak to mine in a language all to familiar to us now.

Who needs the outside world when what we got right now is so worth it?

The future once bleak now glows in colour deep in my mind. Thank you for it all.

Never mind about the past; I can hold you until all your fears are totally gone.

Forever my baby

Forever in my arms

Forever was just a word before

But with you it has been defined.

Let the gladiators do battle

In the colosseum. Two groups of gladiators; fierce, staunch and strong they stand. The onlookers erupt in a sound so close to thunder which sends the hairs on the necks of the warriors stand straight up. A feeling of hatred rushes the adrenaline through the veins of each men. Each group of men want victory; and nothing will stand in the way of them trying to succeed.

Each staunch being are focused. Their individual strengths will build as a group to become something unbeatable. A force well known as indestructible. When they clash; lightning will crash. Intensity between the two will build after every hit. A mistake will lead to a teams implosion.

The bodies of the super-humans will show war-wounds. Cuts, bruises, sore and tired they will be; standing with sweat dripping. One side have left victorious with no regrets. Another; heads bowed in disappointment with thoughts of the next meeting in their minds which after today are shaken. Today will be another statistic; but an event which will be unforgettable. Memories of today will linger on tips of tongues for weeks.



Gladiators will forever to battle; one team to protect their turf. With support of thousands behind them. Year after year they will get stronger; faster; more intelligent. Never fear what the future will hold. Only glory will come from hard work.

Colours; and lack of.

It's a fitting ceremony. Decked out in black, mascara. Your eyes are the only thing that brighten the room; yet the mood is still somber. The unforgettable memories of yesterdays spent in colour flow emotionally as teardrops.

Colour; the more I look back the brighter the past was - Smiles. Delicate; perfect. We were brothers from day one. Brothers that shared something special. Brothers barely sums up what we were. Puzzle pieces in a childhood that were fitting; and everyone knew it.

Colour; it highlights everything about us - The blue sky that was always there. Looking down on us. Swirls of red, yellow and green that made every day pass more enjoyable then the last. It made everything worth it. Worth living. Worth remembering.

Today. Colour lacks - we stand; heads bowed and suited. Dark sunglasses and ominous clouding skies set the scene that we never wanted to experience. We remember the past because your future has disappeared. Where's the colour? Where is the colour? You took it away. It's with you. Today you've drained the colours because you were the entire life of us all. The smiles we had on our faces was because of your presense. The memories splashed in bright, warming colours were all because of you. That I thank you for; as I must bid farewell.

The colourful man; you are taken away. The colourful memories; is what we take away.

Time; an ongoing losing battle with memories that are worth it in the end

I remember it like yesterday, turning up to school with Adam after my dad dropped us off. I remember tossing up on which jersey to wear. I had apsolutely no idea.

The years have ripped by me, where I have found best friends, and experienced love and a lot of other feelings. Success, dissapointment. It's ranged in the four years Ive been at Upper Hutt College.

Now I look deeply into my soul, and think 'Shit, I am a seventh former next year' - What seemed an eternity away in third form is now knocking on my door. I remember looking upto my Peer Supporters - Jordan who I still talk to, he was seriously my idol. Laid back with a killer attutide with life, he just rode the waves.

Year 10 was an amazing year, brilliant friendships brewed in what was a class full of memories I will never forget. Aswell as the people who walked into my life. Sebastian Roberston, you are a fucking good cunt. Seriously man, the amount of times I think back to the laughs I have had you star in most of them.
10F was a class where no one was outcasted. We were all very close and a great fun class. Had good teachers (Mr Venter you pro I love you man straight up)

I will miss this years seventh formers. I've never really associated with those below me, but since the beginning of my time at UHC, I have always been friends with a lot of you. I will definately miss not having some faces around. It's gonna be hard to swallow. Not seeing you lot every day, causing chaos and enjoying your final year at school.

Khan, you were taken away in Third Form, but the smile and that cheeky way of life you lived was truely amazing. You have left a lot of people with some really great memories.

I want to make my mark on life, and have the belief in myself I can.

It all starts with a little faith, because knowing you can do something will lead to you accomplishing things. Build on it. Make yourself who you want to be.

Where has all the time gone I ask. It's gone forever, I am not getting it back. But it's the memories and the good and bad times we remember who shape us as who we are today.

Don't live with any regrets.

The challange for my final year ahead of me is a big one. I try not to be emotional about it. But I am almost a man. I want to be the seventh former who made sure their final year at UHC was the best of their life. I dare myself to keep on living, to keep on being myself. To inspire and become a leader younger people can look up at.

I don't have much else to say.

Thank you all for reading this.Time may have passed, but it is on our side.

God bless, Steve-O.

09/12/08