You are divine, so absolutely perfect,
On those rosy lips I'd like to place my kiss,
those warm arms of embrace I'd like to be held in,
and whose eyes that twinkle like the charm of the night I want to look upon.
You are my greatest wish.

About some even years ago,
someone was born,
and on the eighth of May,
they have been sworn,
into the sweetest thing they ever could be,
because it's finally their sweet sixteenth.

Questions go unanswered, I am still thinking of many reasons.
Of why you're giving me a cold shoulder when you poured sunshine on my face
Just a few months ago?

Most importantly, why did you change?  

):

Where did you leave me stranded?
Upon a vast blue bleak, desolate and empty carcass of a place.
I didn't know whose footsteps to follow, because none was written in the sand.
In all the desert, there was only a string, and slowly, I pulled and led myself out of there.
I am not quite out of this cold in the night, and my blankets are torn and full of holes,
where mysterious eyes can peek through.
Still a confusion of questions and unlikely answers are written on a piece of paper,
Put safely in a bottle, and thrown over the sea,
floating, floating, but will they ever go to you?
No, that's how I feel. Wanting to ask you why you've left me stranded,
With no directions, not even a star in the sky,
And yet, my screams are unheard through the cloudless desert,
this place is quite cold tonight. Just like how my hand feels because it has been some time since you held it.
The warmth has left and now, I'm feeling quite unsure, whether your hand was even there at all.
I see Sagittarius but the melting *** of my chest's cavity is just burning with an unfulfilled wish
If he could only shoot me right here and then. I am losing all directions,
I am jeopardizing my life.
I beg you, please answer,
why did you boil such a warm cup of English tea for me but throw me here, in this desert?
However I am feeling now, I am sure I have not learnt my mistake:
When I see you again, I shall hug you and kiss you on your wonderful cheek, hoping you may again
be warm.

for now, I still love you. (and am confused.)

I sketch a picture in my head,
A grinning broad smile that shines
As bright as the Moon
When all the sky is dark,
and the charm of the billion stars
That scatter throughout the world.

Flashbacks at the back of my mind,
I sit there for hours on end,
grinning like an idiot, laughing to myself,
and still I haven't caught a shadow of you.
Between the times I am breathing,
I only wish to catch even a silhouette, slipping by,
darting among the crowds, even if it's
away from me, away.

Where shall I spend this beautiful, sun-lit day?
Not outdoors, what if it rains?
Just lazing around in this dim,
Which so happens to be my room.

No the bed bugs don't bite,
but the things I see in my dreams might.

You left a book at my window,
a book quite fresh smelling, minty,
Smooth pearly white pages,
And a lovely story to read.
I doubted what the book would hold
but nevertheless, I opened it
and immediately, I was spun
Into a tale of smiles, joy, laughter
of a boy whose eyes twinkled and charmed
And he was smooth in his talking, jocular in manner,
and never failed to make me admire.

Hey my little
sweetheart, delightful kinda thang
With eyes like mine, I'm glad we share
those twinkles in 'em
I just wanna say that I kinda
Miss having you around and so
I wish upon the stars I see all
the time so I may see you
once more and we'll talk
and have fun and
have the best day ever!

Stop being such a gentleman,
If you can help it,
and tell me explicitly,
that you want me to go
the f*ck away.

Can't stop drinking something
So surprisingly, thickly sweet.
Heaven's too good to be true.
But you are heaven to me!
You're real and like heaven,
Can't stop with my feels
Rolling out my fingers onto the floor,
making a mess with its way out the door,
hopefully to your doorstep so say 'Hi',
and let 'em enter your heart, maybe?

Baby, free me from the
terror of waking up and finding
Not you near me again
and the denial of your existence
Is choking and suffocating me because
I simply can't say no
to a thought that drives me thinking
Of you, again and again,
what a hopeless dreamer I am,
I know you'll never keep in your
heart someone like me,
but baby, free me.

I blow you out of my way,
From those crevices in my messy mind,
but you are still easily found,
Like a light in the midst of the dark.
Despite the cluttered mess, you are still
Clearly there. An easy open path to take
Just to find you again in this space.
So if I see a picture of you again,
please don't mind if I like you more than just a friend?

Is it so hard,
To just let go of you?

It is hard to look into your face
When thoughts of...
I am a good person. Right now,
I cannot hate.
But looking into those eyes,
I just get reminded of
Fires that burned bright
With friendship, now has become
A flame of loathing,
Which I do not harbour,
but which you do keep in your heart,
against me.
I am starting to wish I had stabbed you
but with a weak heart of mine,
I probably would have saved you
From a shot gun, and kissed your wound.
I do not know how to fully hate,
this is my nature, I am peaceful,
but I do not want to start this
Destructive cycle of pain.
Let me live longer, enough to care for all and love,
Enough to keep being strong,
so that if you ever make me hate you,
I still wouldn't and I would still
Have loving kindness
For all despite my deepest wound.

They blundered such words
And pushed me to the edge.

I was going to fall,
into something deep and disastrous.

till I was saved by a little faith.
Thank you.

It has kept me alive and
Living with a sense.

A purpose to fulfill
To never let you down again.

Jovial laughter and those creases, sharing lines with the wrinkles
On your soft, sweet face,
of leather-like, but creamy skin,
The edges of your mouth go up
And they form benevolent crinkles
I always picture you having.
When you chuckle or give a laugh
And make me smile at the same time too.
Glinting spectacles
and a big ***** to hug me tight
Safe from harm, hidden from sight.
You smell fresh and you smell like you. The scent
I will always remember
Even when you're not here.
Your arms go round lovingly behind my back and tucks me
Like I'm a little child, like I always am in your kind eyes.
You love me so much and I can only return
So much but it's not enough
Because I'd like to give you more than the universe itself,
to wish you a happy, peaceful slumber,
when you march towards a better karmic reincarnation,
when I finally have to let go of you,
I dread the day I kiss you last
And tell you how much,
even though I say it all the time,
I really do,
I really do,
I really do,
love you from the bottom of my heart.

Dull and bland
But it leads me
Thinking,
Something New.

I'd die for you
If only I wasn't so selfish.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Corpse's in the fridge,
Mum smells it too?

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Get punched in the eye,
Don't kick me back too.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I really like you.
Oh you don't? I said
Mbluhchuckschmoobs.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Zebras being all high, riding giraffes
They think they're so cool

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
When thirsty,
don't drink the water in the loo.


Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Pardon me dear, but
STOP CALLING VIOLETS BLUE

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Boy you're got to like me so much
To read this whole poem through.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I say whatever I think
And don't care about you

Roses are red,
I am so bland,
Violets are blue,
This really makes no sense.

Roses are red,
Why is everyone talking about roses?
Violets are blue,
Oh great, violets are blue again. Jesus.

Roses are blue,
Violets are red,
I want to be different,
^See what the above statement says.

Enlighten me with everything that you know
I do not mind the manual labour
Or the costs of hardship
As long as I am still able to breathe
I will search long and hard,
and gain all the knowledge there is
To fill my mind with
before I part this world.
Who knows, tomorrow may be a new adventure
And time wasted is a precious truth
Left uncovered.
So I will bear all the weight on my shoulders
Just to be able to know one more thing
There is to know
About the Universe.

somehow,
someway
I always end up
doing the things I don't want myself to do
and regret a million things
before finally deciding
to just let it all go
and be a couch potato.
let all the assignments, homework, small little
things be due tomorrow.
it's a magical day where all the stuff
will somehow
someway
get done.
you just have to master the art of
procrastination
and everything will pile up
for tomorrow to make its magic
and finish everything.

Still lingering around my mind [8]
The scent of my memories [7]
Wisps float around. [4]

Still want to catch a hold of you [8]
Flower, and breathe the fragrance [7]
You're redolent of __

Still the thought of you makes me mad, [8]
Heart burns like fire, cheeks hot red. [7]
A hopeless strive to grasp. [6]

Missiles
launched
At me
I crouch but

I still get hit.

I don't
Conform to rules
And
Expectations.

Don't make me.

Come, sweet sleep,
Lay me down on a bed of fresh sheets.
Pour over me a cloud of tranquility
and dose me in your heavenly bliss.
Let the blankets close me snug
and the breeze be cool enough.
Gently shut my eyelids soft,
Carry me away to my dreams aloft.

Bring me across
Far away, somewhere new
To see and feel
A thousand news
And imagine
ten thousand impossible things
including walking on saturn's rings
walk me down
some abandoned path
lead me to the fountain of youth
and stay young forever
so that we can explore the world
and never get old or too tired

Why is it taking
So ****** long
To find you?

Her hair is straight and long,
black as ebony, lips are pink
but she isn’t quite Snow White.
Her skin is tanned and her face has spots,
she isn’t that tall and she doesn’t have any curves
At all.
However, much like Snow White, they both share
A common taste in clothes,
shoes,
favourite things,
and a difficult, struggling life.
Like Snow White, she wears this
Tattered and Torn
And ugly and mismatched
outfit that said,
“HEY! I’m the biggest dork in the world!”
because she can’t afford nicer clothes. But they are warm and comfortable,
just perfect.
Just like Snow White, she is kind and sweet
She is full of respect and care for others
And never wished bad luck upon those
Who are more fortunate than her.
Maybe a little difference between them was that
Snow White was a princess; she’s just a peasant
Born to a family of nine.
Snow White knew manners, but she does not.
How could she? She is just a humble, simple woman from the poor villages
Homes under leafy roofs in Southern Myanmar.
She tries to learn, oh yes she does,
And I even taught her not to dig
her nose when I spoke to her,
or raise her voice but rather
be just gentle and soft, like the breeze blowing over
the grass in a sunlit meadow, soft and sweet, soft and sweet.
One night, when I was just casually talking to her
It led to me and my little brother
We went to take a look
At how she lived, in a three storey block
Just across from mine
But what a surprise, I couldn’t believe what I saw!
My legs were curled in, hands over my knees I sit
On the bed with its hard wood, just a thin mat
Simply lying over it.
When you sleep, wouldn’t you knock against it?
How painful and uncomfortable it must be, sleeping on
A board and nothing more.
I wonder if she ever had a decent sleep,
A blanket to curl in when the rain beats down,
A form of warmth and comfort to shield from the striking hand
Of life that torments us every second?
She also had some friends
But small ones, they were, and grey and small
With whiskers on the faces and cheekily as they were,
They hide among the trash her roommate dumped at the door,
Just like on the ceiling, webs fluttering when a breeze rolls in,
Because tiny spiders have made it their home.
Squeaks from those hidden corners,
Mysterious movements we can’t see
I ask her if she’s okay with all these pests, but she just shrugs and says,
“Meh. I don’t mind them.”
I wouldn’t be able to sleep.
The room is small,
So low and narrow,
Barely with space to breathe.
Or move about, or change!
Just stuck in the sullen room,
No space, no space, no space.
It’s just a place where you sleep (uncomfortably, with no sheets)
And suffer through the night when the wind bites you with their icy teeth.
I ask her, “What’s your name?”
She tells me it’s May Thu and I nod.
May Thu doesn’t have much.
All her possessions could easily slide into
The smallest of all the backpacks
And yet you’d have space to squeeze me in, too.
Toothbrushes, soap. A broken mirror and a hairbrush.
Some clothes and that’s all she has.
And yet, she’s happy and I realise
There’s no end to people’s greed. It’s something you have to
Put ******* in to widen it, so that you can dump a whole lot of
Material desires, and maybe two elephants,
Just so you could satisfy its perennial hunger.
It’d be hungry by the next hour.
When May Thu starts telling me stories about her brothers
And sisters
And goes through each of their names,
Her eyes glisten and a tinge of red, just slightly washes over
Her white eyeballs and her nose twitches,
With the smallest sign of reminiscence.
Her parents are pretty old, and they’ve got nine children to support.
But they’ve got older kids who can take care of themselves, but
With a gaping hole in their wallets, who’d mend it and fill it with money?
Only the kids, but it’s hard, May Thu says, and I can feel her throat tense,
she feels that lump you get when you want to cry,
but your throat hurts and it’s simply too dry.
May Thu wishes and yearns of a day
Just once, if she could, just once
Be rich for once and know the feeling-
being free of all duties.
May Thu is sad, a storm cloud has settled onto
Her troubled mind.
An idea swims up to me and whispers as May Thu says,
“I like checkered shirts.”
The idea winks and whispers that,
Maybe it’s time I give a little gift.
I grab my green flannel shirt, so big and so warm
Fashionable and comfy. Just right.
“There you go!” I tell May Thu
She looks at me with grateful eyes,
And seems to sing inside her mind,
May you be well, happy and at ease.
Thank you for making me life a little more complete!
When it’s time to leave,
I can’t bear to go. But the last I saw of May Thu was a happy smile
And I can feel it in my heart, the warm and the sweet.
I’m ever so grateful of whatever I have, and don’t spend my money
On nonsense I don’t need.
I’ve learnt that I didn’t need anything anymore.
I already have them, in front of my eyes, and they were all free!
All these things I’ve learnt, are from someone special.
You taught me that I didn’t need a swimming pool
when I have the River  Right  In  Front  Of  Me.

The first time I learnt poetry,
I thought it should rhyme.
And that when it did,
It was supposed to between alternate lines.

You can have as many verses as you want,
But there must be four lines in each one.
And I got hooked to poetry,
because it was so much fun.

However, I wasn't exposed to more
Brilliant poems I should've read before
I should've known that poems don't
Always have to rhyme with bone.

This four lines a verse thing, it's not true
You don't always have to follow this rule
That's why I try to break out and be free
To try new things like rhyming with three!

And poems I read are always on the left,
Not on the centre, not even the right!
You can put it anywhere that you'd like!
Even if your words don't actually rhyme!

So I try and try
To not use this method
Of rhyming words
And four line verses!

Write poems in a new way!
Like in the center and right!
And lastly, don't you think it's ironic
The way my poem's aligned?

Made from cocoa beans
And highly sweet.
So delightfully delicious.

You snicker and laugh
Among the despised crowd
Faces contorted with silvery laughs
I want to slit all their throats.

I would never, ever hate you but the time comes to a rest
When I must make decisions
And yours is all too easy.
You ride along, on a fast river on boat
You never contribute to anything.
You're useless and pathetic with no talents at all
And yet you think you could still be here?

Everyone, do not be fooled
By her disguise of graceful and good.
She's just a wooden board,
useless and a bulk,
do not let her gentle demeanor deceive.

My flashbacks always go back to your face, to your face I see.
When is the time when I must ****** thee?

Soon. You shall wait and savour your time left.

Crazy, Mad, Lunatic, Daft,
I just like me like that.

Spoons and forks
Are two different things,
but used together.

I am tired. It is night.

My father tucks me away for bed. He says he doesn't feel like telling me stories today.
He pulls up the blanket to my chest and blows me a kiss and closes the door.

It's a cool night and it is dark. It may be almost midnight.

The sky is clear. I see lots of stars, appearing one by one. It's so beautiful. I feel at peace.

I think tonight, I'm not going to have nightmares anymore. I think I can finally dream.

But I can't fall asleep yet. So I close my eyes and wait.
And Dad didn't tell me stories. He says I can try to make up my own stories.

I open my eyes and look at them. They're really pretty. There's so many.
I don't think I can count all of them. I can only count till ten.

I always wonder about the sky, especially at night.
Dad says there are planets out there, but I can't see them.

I really want to see them. Perhaps I can be an astronaut.
They go to the moon and into space. That sounds really cool.

If they go to space, I wonder if they get scared or lonely
because it's dark. I'm only a bit scared of the dark.
Dad said, "That's great."

I wish I was a spaceship, so that I can travel to all the planets.
I can plant some grass on them so that they'll look pretty.
I want to leave some messages there for aliens. My classmates think aliens are scary, but that's not true.
I like them.

If I could give them a message, it would say:
Dear friendly aliens,

I like you because you are like a friend. I don't know you but I think because you are nice,
you are my friend. I want to see how you look like. Maybe you can take a picture for me.
My friends are scared of you and think you are ugly. They are wrong. You must be pretty.
You are from the universe.

Come and visit me sometime. I feel a bit bored at night. Tell me stories so I can sleep well.

Thank you very much.

Love,
Htet Hyin Aei Dary

I am still looking at the stars, imagining. What if an alien came to my bedroom? We would talk a lot.
I'd ask him a lot of questions and give him a drawing I did of the moon.

I wish I was an astronaut. I want to explore other planets so much. I am just so curious.

My eyelids are getting a little bit droopy. I wonder how being a star would feel like. They are so far away.

Dad says that some of them are dead but I can still see them because their light takes a long time to reach us.

I hope it isn't long until I become an astronaut.

I fall asleep.

Blew my mind away
When she came and fought today.

I have been wondering,
where you are
and whether you miss me too.
What a pity I can't remember your sweet face,
but your laughs and smiles are still here, in my heart.

I won't forget.

I kind of like you,
do you like me too?

Water swoosh and water swish,
Take me away in your liquid bliss,

Let me fall and fall away,
Down to the bottom of the way,

Lead me through your twists and turns,
While I tumultuously scream, "Absurd!"

Let your adrenaline match with mine,
Overpower me with your speed divine!

Drink a drop
Or maybe not.

Of lemonade juice
And wipe your mouth dry.

Feel refreshed
When your thirst is quenched,

And take a bite
Out of triangle shaped sandwiches.

Inhale some clean new air
Close your eyes and rock in your chair.

Take a book out
Lying on your lap,

Open it up and start to read,
Enter a world of infinite possibilities.

As you read, let the lemonade tingle your tongue,
And the blueberry sandwiches warm up your mind.

I step outside
It's a quiet, lovely night.
The air is cool and minty fresh
Blowing kisses on my cheeks.
I walk gently on the soft grass.

Night casts a veil of mystery
All over the slumberous land of serene,
My breath as I breathe
Sleeps in the night air.
Cheeky little twinkling stars wink at me.

There is a light, so good and right,
My friend, the Moon, shines in dear bright light,
I like her better than the one that visits once the rooster crows.
Her light is luminous and
her sweet face glows.

So placid is this night,
What a dream I shut my eyes and still see the light
From thousands of stars beyond and away,
Infinitely there for me to adore
And after dreams of shooting stars to chase.

Moons are round, big, white things
Shining dimly and mysteriously in a blanket of night dark-blue
As if they're a still lighthouse light, guiding those lost in the darkness.

The Earth's Moon is beautiful, tranquil and quiet,
Letting humans walk upon her drastic dry face
And circling Earth in a sweet orbit, enchanted and deep in dance.

Soft and muted,
sometimes gently bright and alluring,
bringing peaceful ones who gaze at the night spectacle a natural lamp,
so that they may scope the universe with a light at their side.

What I really need right now.

I don't want to stay awake,

doing my homework late into the 1ams, 2ams,

and miss my precious sleep.

Eyelids are getting droopy, my vision is blurry

and maybe I just need a short nap before I fall asle-

I slept and dreamt one night,
What if I travelled back in time?
All the mysteries, all those historical moments
Can all be solved and relived.
How special wouldn’t that be?
What if I travelled back in time,
And met Shakespeare, Leonardo,
Galileo Galilei and the Emperor of China?
They’d teach me a lot of things.
What if I travelled back in time
And get to play with dinosaurs,
Climb the brachiosaurus, play tag with the T-Rex
And take a ‘magic carpet ride’ with Pterosaurs?
I could also follow Christopher Columbus on his trips
And come home with some souvenirs for my friends.
I could live in every dynasty of every country,
And see the world so many years ago
The sands of time slowly carried away by the wind
Once they’ve left, it’s just a memory, etched into our minds.
What if I travelled back in time,
And change all my test answers? I’ll be the smartest boy on Earth!
It’s all too simple, because I know what’s to happen.
But all these things will happen only in my wildest dreams. They couldn’t possibly come true right?
And I just fall back asleep and wonder,
What if I could REALLY travel back in time?

I amble onto bed, so tired, so sleepy
And fall into a deep slumber.
I hear a sound, something’s moving in my room.
My back just springs upright and time seems to stop still
As my ears strain to hear the slightest,
Littlest, clue
To find who’s that,
In that blue hat,
Moving around my room?
He moves closer and closer and I **** in my breath
And shut tight my eyes, not wanting to see the rest
I feel a tug on my blankets and they’re finally pulled away,
So I am about to scream before I realise,
I hear a soft, ringing bell…
“So I hear you’ve been dreaming about travelling back in time lately. Would you like to try?”
I’m a little bit afraid,
Anxious to go time travelling at this time of night.
What if all this is just a dream?
But the blue hat man reaches out to me and touches my cold hand.
It’s real, I think.
He winks at me and tells me to get ready because we’re going
Going, going, going, going, going, going, going,
To time travel!
I shut my eyes, a little more tight
And take a deep breath
And I feel we’ve landed somewhere,
I open my eyes slowly, anxious to see
And I discover sand dunes, all around me
But that wasn’t the main attraction
I sought for.
There were Pyramids and Egyptians being treated
Like dogs by other Egyptians, smug and arrogant
And cold-hearted, in this simmering heat.
They work to bring brick by brick
To the great structures
And that’s why they stand
To this very day.
Then the blue hat guy brings me to Ancient China,
All the guys had long hair,
Braided and shiny, beautiful and neat, with so much grace and poise
In their firm steps.
The Emperor stands tall and mighty
But he’s a little strange.
He doesn’t seem to blink at all, or talk.
The only thing he does is stand there. And breathe.
Yet I feel an air of supremacy when I gaze upon his
Yellow robes, intricately embroidered with dragons,
A sign that a mastery hand, skilled with needles and threads,
Made its mark across the yellow silk
And left two intertwined dragons in a jovial dance.
The blue hat guys holds my hands again
And squeeze them hard, to tell me
We’re jumping through time, how wondrous
This act, jumping through places
Through time and space
But we’re all the same, because all these
Things, can be found on Earth
And in our hearts and memories, which will last
Through the waves of time, even if the waves always crash on the shores.

I prepared myself,
The Final Jump,
After going jumping through the time of all civilisation, also
Back to the time of the dinosaurs.
I’m going back home, my own time,
The present, where here is now and now is here.
The blue hat guy lets go of my hand and
Gives me one last wink,
“Keep on dreaming and never forget
This magical adventure that we had!”
And he just disappears.
I’m back in my own bed and comfy and warm,
Blanket pulled up to my chin and I smile
As I close my eyes, I ponder once more,
Did I just travel through time and space
With a guy in a blue hat?
Or was that just another dream I had?

I was a child once
And it was truly, truly fun
I had dinosaurs for company
And when I was free, I was a Power Ranger
With the rest of the elite team in blue, green, pink and yellow
And I was the special red.
I swam through great seas and turquoise water
With mermaids
And talked to princesses while I skipped away on an adventure
If I had magic in me, I could live as a child again.
And I wake up, this fine day
The sky is blue, strewn with wispy white clouds
Floating away, above my head
Far, far away.
I wish, Please, just once
Take me away
From this boring world I despise to live
In because
It’s not the way it used to be
And everything’s so much harder
When you know you have to be so alone
And no one’s going to help you along the way, because, just because, you reach a certain age
And people expect of you to behave in a most ‘mature way’, and that you couldn’t believe in what you
Used to believe in
Those magical stories, those boundless wild imaginations of how the world’s going to be
like
And of how I could achieve anything I wanted, and most of all
I was free.
I want to live again, be free
So that I didn’t have to listen to all those expectations of society and experience
changes, horrible changes that I go through during puberty
Those changes really ****.
And people expect me to know about ‘reality’ and that you can’t achieve your dreams even if you tried really hard
But I know that they’re only saying that because they want to reach out their hands towards the night sky,
Enclose those stars which are the burning flames, my wildest, craziest ideas and dreams
And extinguish the fire, because once, their stars died too, in the same
Cruel
Way.
I try to forget about all this, and imagine a most beautiful place
I breathe in the air; it’s fresh and so clean
I try to think of this:
A cozy little mountain, topped with white, cool snug blankets
Of crystalline snow, a gathering of piney, tall giants
And then also, another mountain, but cows graze
Over warm, soft, so soft
Of grass, like milk slowly running down the mountainside and making everything it touches feel smooth
A cool breeze comes this way, carrying scents of far away
Valleys of mountains stretch for miles and miles, into the distance, the sign of a slowly rising sun
A tiny spill of a light pink inkbottle on a parchment of lavender and sunrise orange
I slowly see pixies hiding in their hollows and a dash of green flashes by!
Could it be, a Power Ranger? Saving the world from evil monsters and dictators
And clad in Stylish Spandex.
Slowly, like a small somersault in the air
I rise and the breeze lifts me off the soft green carpet
I can fly.
My first destination-the mountains and I sing as I go:
Here I come, my precious cones
Of snow and trees and mountains trolls
Wherever you’re hiding I’ll find you there
Better get hiding, trolls, and beware!
I’ll slide down your ice caps and into the sea
Where I’ll swim with the fishes and mermaids who’ll greet me!
With their angelic voices, harmonious in tune and melody
And their dances under the sea, with such elegant beauty!
Here, a shark has corals for dinner
fishes waves at me as I swim by!
I become a dolphin, with lengths I swim
Up, down, Up, down
In synchronizing rhythm of the bobbing waves
With a great, big, final leap
My first ascend towards the light blue, sprout wings, fairy wings, ones with glitter and pink and more shiny things
Am I finally free?
I can go where none as gone before-
Into dangerous caves and rivers and seas
carrying only a bottle of water with me.
My yearning for adventure and the sweet thrill it brings
when you step outside and await great things
It’s amazing. You feel like you could conquer the world. You can do anything.
Nobody’s going to scoff or ridicule
Or push down that spark you have inside
Your glowing heart, beating with the soft rhythm of gentle, falling rain
and yet so passionate and fierce, ready to lose, waiting to gain.
My costumes! How bright and wonderful!
You could just take off your clothes
run around the park,
and yet No one will mind.
You didn’t have to worry, not a single thing
About a single hair or girls’ monthly gifts
You were carefree and free, that you could
Possibly. Ever. Be.
Oh, but that’s so sad, because nothing
Ever lasts, even if the sweetest of my youth
And the loveliest of my days
Must end.
I realise, oh, the pain!
I wish I could just bring back one more day!
Of blissful moments and wishes
Blown away by the wind.
All those memories, I shall bottle up
in a small treasure box.
I’ll never forget them. I can only cherish and savour
the wonderful memories, but never quite escaping
the reality of growing up, and always ponder
what if…
I could be a child again.

I remember the sweet smile
Tingling on your fine lips.
I also remember when I looked at your eyes
And they twinkled
With a gleam and glittered and they shined.
Your sweet voice, so cool and low,
Rings in my ears long after they’ve echoed
Into the empty air.
My memory of you is kept surely and fondly,
I think of you every now and then.