"Living the same year,
Seventy-five times,
And calling it life,
Is the greatest of crimes."

A paraphrased saying,
Of Robin S. Sharma,
Reliving a bad day,
And calling it karma.

Repeat; Repeat; Repeat,
Stuck on one word,
Repeat; Repeat; Repeat,
It begins to seem blurred.

Repeat; Repeat; Repeat,
No longer sounding of dialect,
Repeat has become faint,
The word has lost its effect.

It seems to be the meaning,
That the word has lost,
No longer sounding real,
This seems to be the cost.

The cost of repeating,
The same over and over,
Yearning for some luck,
A lucky four-leaf clover.

Nothing seems to help,
Stuck in this trance,
No escape is found,
That was my last chance.

You burdened me,
With a name so cruel,
Who names a cat,
After a company of jewels?

Coco Chanel,
Yes, that’s who I was to be,
I did not name the brand,
But the brand named me.

Don’t get me started,
On that obnoxious mutt,
Chua, you called her,
I barely made the cut.

A terrible dog, she was,
I couldn’t stand her breath,
When I decided to catch a bird,
She’d claim it as her death.

And you know who,
Is at fault for this?
It’s you, human,
At the cost of my own bliss.

All because of you,
Alex and Sharron,
You were my downfall,
To the bird's talon.

Teenage love,
Is a sensation,
Filled with irrationality,
And temptation.

No way on earth,
Am I romantic,
Nor am I "in love,"
But I have become frantic.

I told this one guy,
That I might . . . you know,
And the fact I won't say it,
Just goes to show . . .

The awkwardness I felt,
Telling a guy, friends for a year,
And being friend-zoned twice,
By someone I hold dear.

It wasn't easy,
Not even in the slight,
And the conversation ended,
With him saying goodnight.

The needle spins,
Round and round,
I'm lost out here,
Never to be found.

The compass never lies,
The needle never stops,
The trail twists and turns,
The door always swaps.

Left is a passage,
But nothing seems right,
Straight ahead is a trail,
Backwards is a fight.

The needle spins,
Out of control,
I chose this journey,
I must take the toll.

On my little key set,
I have a couple things,
I have an Eiffel Tower,
And an angel with wings.

I have a little flashlight,
And a ‘Bazinga’ too,
I have a couple photos,
Which aren’t at all new.

But on my little key set,
I only have 3 keys,
For the house and mail box,
To check when I’m free.

You may start to wonder,
Why are keys so rare,
That’s because these keyrings,
Make me smile and stare.

I got the Eiffel Tower,
In Paris, you see,
And the angel from my mother,
Who said she thought of me.

A flashlight for the night,
As I’m afraid of the dark,
And ‘Bazinga’ from my parents,
I promise it’s not that stark.

Now for the two photos,
They’re from a birthday event,
One is with my mother,
Who didn’t know how much it meant.

The other is with my cousins,
Four to be exact,
They’re all such good people,
And that statement is a fact.

All these things mean something,
They keep me at great ease,
And that is why my key set,
Has so little keys.

Sparklers go off,
Light emitted,
A birthday princess,
In a dress well-fitted.

Party pipes ring,
Filling one with sound,
Leaving no one behind,
No unsmiling face around.

Knife brought out,
To cut the cake,
The very first slice,
For the princess's take.
___

Sparklers go off,
Fire everywhere,
Nothing can help,
Can only stand and stare.

Party pipes ring,
Like a siren's sound,
Hearing a shot,
And a thud to the ground.

Knife brought out,
No cake in sight,
Blood's decoration,
Is that of the night.

Mirror, mirror,
On the wall,
Who is the fairest,
Of them all?

Mirror, mirror,
Tall you stand,
Who is the greatest,
In all the land?

Mirror, mirror,
Mighty, strong,
Tell me who,
Is in the wrong?

Mirror, mirror,
Don't play this game,
Who is the stunning,
Most bewildering dame?

Mirror, mirror,
On the wall,
Please, I beg you,
Answer my call.

Playing a trick,
On a good friend,
Can never signify,
The relationship end.

A funny little gag,
The ol' switcharoo,
Left us waiting, watching,
Nothing else to do.

A little misplacement,
For our own laughter,
Waiting in anticipation,
With what might happen after.

A bad detective he'd be,
Seemingly blind,
Our friend struggles,
His hat, he won't find.

A good friend indeed,
But I wonder what'll go down,
With our hats replaced,
Will he laugh or frown?

Stacking upon each other,
A coil of pythons stand,
Tails holding their weight,
Holding hand in hand.

The pythons work their hardest,
Prancing on their prey,
Yearning a sweet defeat,
But there is more at play.

A master of disguise,
A master of deception,
One will stop at nothing,
These pythons no exception.

The coil of pythons stand,
Holding each other strong,
A war to attempt success,
For a place where they belong.

Love is a social construct,
An empty train to conduct,
A missile set to self-destruct,
A faint light, by trees, obstruct.

A forest of unknowing,
Lies are of the showing,
In the trees, blowing,
A struggle is ongoing.

It will be the end,
All made up, pretend,
No way to defend,
No longer a friend.

Causing you strife,
Haunting your life,
Were husband and wife,
Now a blunt knife.

Useless, neglected,
*****, infected,
All memories collected,
No longer respected.

Life isn't simplified,
This relation long has died,
Told and forced to take a side,
No rules left to abide.

Slashed and yelled to go away,
Waiting like a sitting prey,
Filled of an emotional buffet,
Soon to become a vicious fray.

This surely can't be right,
Wasn't supposed to cause a fight,
Grasping for thin rays of light,
In the darkness of the night.

Impossible to find,
They say love is blind,
But I was defined,
By a tightly closed mind.

They said this was our time ahead,
Chose not to listen to what they said,
I was fatefully filled with dread,
On the floor, my soul had bled.

They have nothing left to say,
No one there for my dismay,
Just needing someone to come stay,
I'm left, lodged in this cliche.

Only destruction in its wake,
Love isn't blind, but love is fake,
Nothing to give, just wanting to take,
Until it drives you to finally break.

Love is a social construct,
An empty train to conduct,
A missile set to self-destruct,
A faint light, by trees, obstruct.

Depression is a beast,
Of utter madness,
A being filled with stress,
And overwhelming sadness.

Inflicting its own pain,
On unsuspecting townsmen,
Never taking a break,
Striking again and again.

A mighty sword won't cut it down,
Neither will an arrow,
A dove isn't able to show it love,
And it can't learn freedom from a sparrow.

This treacherous monster,
How grand, how tall, 
Has no way of being taken down,
No way it will somehow fall.

This monster is strong and you are weak,
Or that's what it wants you to think,
But with time and spirit alone,
You can fight it with a blink.

It will cease, and it will fall,
It will leave you to not defend,
It will find another victim,
And you have made the monster your friend.

Innocence is a bird,
A free-flying fowl,
Free from worries and weight,
Free from the nights’ howl.

A bird of love and wellness,
A dove of utter flight,
A sparrow home at last,
An owl in the night.

A single speckled feather,
Dropping, graceful, to the land,
Lighter than the sunlight,
Warmer than the sand.

Innocence is a bird,
A creature of liberty,
Innocence is in us all,
A part free of hostility.

I sit in a school library,
Kids chatting endlessly,
Talking about a new fight,
Down the oval, a gory sight.

Singing joyfully their tunes,
A petrifying librarian looms,
Watching with her eagle eyes,
Smiling, thinking of the noises’ demise.

Playing their games on the screen,
Doing homework is just obscene,
Lunch is all for talk and play,
While work is for another day.

I sit in a school library,
Music blasting endlessly,
A loop of my favourite tracks,
Alone, children turn their backs.

My only company seems,
To be the boundless online streams,
And my hat, by my side,
Making friends, I’ve truly tried.

But writing for me, alone,
Seems to be my sacred home,
And chatting seems to be a waste,
As I sit, write, and hide my face.

I will live forever,
And not just in spirit,
In mind, body, and soul,
Death, I do not fear it.

Immortal, I am,
And will forever be,
For I don't fear The End,
The End fears me.

Red,
Loving, sweet,
Blood,
Dead and beat.

Yellow,
Warm, gentle,
Police tape,
Accidental.

Green,
Nature, growth,
Cannabis,
Under oath.

Blue,
Loyal, calm,
Pills,
Rest in my palm.

White,
Peaceful, pure,
Moribund,
No known cure.

I make my mother cry,
More than I make her smile,
Take a step but go back five,
When I try to walk a mile.

A blanket,
Full of stars,
Hides the world,
And it’s scars.

Doused in the dark,
Free of the light,
Is the arrival,
Of the night.

My greatest fear,
Is at it’s best,
Until my demise,
It will not rest.

You haven’t a clue,
What lies in the dark,
Perturbation and dismay,
Have already left their mark.

A fear so terrible,
A fear so great,
A fear of mine,
A fear to date.

My fear of the dark,
Of a void of emptiness,
A fear too embarrassing,
To want to confess.

Maybe it’s not the dark,
Or rather the unknown,
Or maybe it’s the fear,
Of always feeling alone.

Today is my birthday,
Twelve on the dot,
Not the best so far,
But it's all I got.

I'll work with it,
See what I can do,
Because there's no need,
For me to listen to you.

Put me down,
Drag me to hell,
But no matter what,
I won't hide in my shell.

Today is my day,
A memory to keep,
But not right now,
Now it's time to sleep.

This day was fated,
Thoroughly rated,
You've waited and waited,
Now life feels truncated.

This day wasn't celebrated,
You're so isolated,
To this hell you've created,
And now you're devestated.

Your family is irritated,
Overwhelmingly aggitated,
This day's so complicated,
More than ever calculated.

You, yourself, were nominated,
Everyone else violated,
The rules that're illustrated,
The day is now here, long awaited.

Happy Valenitne's day,
Hope you have a good one,
Because I'm here to say,
Don't got a date? Just run.

Sit on the couch,
Binge some Netflix,
Get the food in the pouch,
It's a simple fix.

That's what I'm gonna do,
As the guy I like, doesn't back,
But, good luck to you,
With your lovely Valentine's hack.

Hate me,
All you like,
I'll laugh,
At your strike.

Hate me,
And you'll see,
That nothing good,
Comes of hating me.

Do it,
I dare you,
You wouldn't,
If you had a clue.

Hate me,
Just hate me,
Because I see,
I see the glee.

I met a girl,
When I was three,
My best friend,
She was soon to be.

We met by a pool,
She was older than I,
We were inseparable,
I can't lie.

But few years ago,
She moved away,
Across the globe,
She couldn't stay.

I still love her,
She's still my best friend,
And no way on Earth,
Is this close to the end.

New year,
New me,
Is that false hope,
I clearly see?

Time isn't relative,
You're still the same,
New Year's resolutions,
Drive people insane.

This has to stop,
It can't happen every year,
'Cause being overweight,
Is the least of your fears.

Is it because,
You don't have anyone to talk to?
Or because you want to spread emotions,
Like when you're feeling blue?

Is it because you're sad,
And need someone to hear you vent?
So you sit alone and write,
Then wonder where the time went?

Is it because,
You don't have a life of your own?
So writing for others,
Is like a second home?

Is it because,
Painting isn't enough?
Because there aren't enough colours,
To show how life is tough?

Is it because,
You're needing a friend?
To tell them how your patience,
Is nearing its end?

Is it because,
You're seeking attention?
You want someone to notice you,
Like it's life's redemption?

Is it because,
Every word you write,
Is like the first star,
In a starless night?

Is it because,
When you get out of bed,
You say it'll be a bad day,
And it isn't just in your head?

Is it because,
Writing for others,
Is a coping mechanism,
Hiding from fathers and mothers?

Is it because,
When you read it out loud,
Microphone in hand,
You hear claps of a small crowd?

Is it because,
That tiny crowd you make up,
Is just imagination,
Telling you to wake up?

Or is it because,
All of these things combined,
Creates the monster which is you,
The you, you can't find.

I hide, you seek,
Up to ten, but count slow,
Promise not to peek,
Ready, set, go.

Today is another day,
It won't be like yesterday,
It will be good,
Like any day should.

Better, it will be,
Just you wait and see,
My day will be great,
The sun won't be late.

The moon won't come,
We'll be surrounded by sun,
We'll be doused in light,
Forgetting the night.

Today will be fun,
I won't have to run,
It will be the best,
Like every day suggests.

It won't be bad,
I won't be sad,
I promise you,
The sky will be blue.

...

...

...

No... It can't be,
I know what I'll see,
It will be a bad day,
It'll be like yesterday.

I dream of a home,
I dream of a place,
A place of comfort,
A place of grace.

A safe haven,
One to share,
One I dream,
Is our secret lair.

I dream that we,
Can cut the sky,
To reveal a galaxy,
For you and I.

I dream that birds,
Lilt in the air,
When we surrender,
To our secret lair.

The white flag is raised,
But instead is a dove,
A token of surrender,
A token of love.

I dream for a happy place,
A place to call my own,
I dream of a place for us,
A place we can call home.

“Alice, Alice,
Where are you?”
I’m dizzy, I’m dizzy,
Stuck in a cloud of blue.

My vision is blurred,
My mind is scattered,
Where’s the White Rabbit?
Where’s the Mad Hatter?

The Queen of Hearts,
Should’ve yelled by now,
“Chop off her head!”
Or make me bow.

I’m so confused,
And lost in this land,
Where is my dream?
Where is Wonderland?

Where is Twiddle-Dee?
Where is Twiddle-Dum?
Where’s the Blue Catterpillar,
Getting drunk on ***?

The Cheshire Cat,
Must appear soon,
I can’t be left alone,
This can’t be my doom.

I can’t feel my feet,
I can’t feel my hands,
I don’t know where I am,
Where is Wonderland?

Fire! Fire!
They all scream,
It's past the forest,
It's over the stream.

Run! Run!
They all cower,
Letting in the flame,
Giving it the power.

Hide! Hide!
They all duck,
Losing all faith,
When reality struck.

Help! Help!
They all shout,
Throwing up their arms,
Flailing about.

Stop! Stop!
They all plead,
They want to be safe,
They want to be freed.

Yes! Yes!
They all yell,
As the fire recedes,
Without deaths’ bell.

Gone! Gone!
They all chant,
As they circle the camp,
And their wish was grant.

I talk to myself,
Consistently I might add,
And I dunno about you,
But I’m the best friend I’ve ever had.

My conversations are good fun,
The best I’ve had all day,
And I know I’ll always be there,
When I have something to say.

I talk about my feelings,
And my thoughts out loud,
I’ll talk to myself in private,
Or even in a crowd.

I don’t know what it means,
If I’m lone or depressed,
If you have any idea,
Come and be my guest.

To all the people that talk to themselves,
I think it’s perfectly fine,
You can be your own best friend,
And I can be mine.

Under the table,
We used to feed Rover,
And play pat-a-cake,
With the luck of a clover.

Under the table,
We then held hands,
Discussing our favorite,
Metal and rock bands.

Under the table,
We now don't need,
The table used to hide,
Our feelings, now freed.

No need for a table,
Because now I have you,
I can hold your hand,
And kiss you, too.

The same gender,
Holding hands,
Is not a painting,
Don't stare at it.

A person who wants to be,
The opposite of what they are,
Is not a vegetable,
Don't spit at it.

A person who loves,
And accepts all,
Is not a helpless kid,
Don't bully it.

These are people,
And their feelings,
Are like plates made of China.
Don't break it.

The joy of the bloom,
Hope it won't be over soon,
Fear of the past gloom.

The river rises,
Raising its sizes,
Swallowing us whole,
The land is its coal.

Its fuel is our fear,
When the river comes near,
We get into gear,
And we won't stay here.

We fear the river,
As it sends a shiver,
Down our spines,
As we get into lines.

We're ready to march,
Hoping it'll parch,
Readying the team,
To go upstream.

We walk with our fright,
In the dead of night
We reach the site,
And extinguish the light.

And with all our might,
We give it a smite,
And know that with pride,
Tonight, we stride.

We fight the river,
Ignoring the shiver,
Hope is a sliver,
But we won't be chopped liver.

Cutting its victims,
With a sharp blade,
A predator, a king,
Of this masquerade.

This almighty authority,
Ruling over all,
And his almighty phrase,
You all shall fall.

He seems so innocent,
So pure at heart,
But then he'll get close,
And tear that paper apart.

"If it's for a day,
Or a month,
Or a year,
I'll be here,"
Someone once had said.

Their words stuck to me,
I couldn't get them out of my head,
It meant so much to me,
That thing someone once had said.

I knew it was important,
I know it is,
I can't let go of it,
Trust me, I tried,
But it can't be put aside.

It means the world,
What one person can say,
To help you get through,
The light of day.

Thank you, now I can rest,
I can sleep in my warm bed,
But I'll never forget the phrase,
That someone once had said.

Free to fly,
But on a string,
Like a bird,
With a broken wing.

Decorated with bows,
Hiding the pain,
Wishing that this life,
Was just a game.

Being dragged around,
Everywhere you go,
"Where to next?"
I don't know.

[New Message]
It reads,
Great, more trouble,
All I need.

Opening the inbox,
What could it really be?
Please not another,
"PARIS, a sight to see!"

I have had enough of spam,
So, please be some news,
And not a "favourite show" quiz,
I'm not obliged to choose.

A message from my boss?
No, he's already out of town,
A notice from the tailor?
No, she can't've done the gown.

Well, what is it?
Why won't it load?
Is it a virus?
Or some kind of code?

Well, I give up,
That is it,
I'll check it later,
For now, I quit.

"I want to be perfect,"
I once had said,
But, I didn't know that,
These words are bled.

I now know,
I was a young fool,
Perfection is a dream,
To us, 'tis cruel.

I wanted to be a princess,
Down when I was five,
"Princesses are perfect,"
And that was my strive.

I now know,
What I want to do,
I want to write,
My feelings for you.

I'm not perfect,
No one will be,
But inner perfection,
Is all I see.

Perfection is a dream,
And that is my truth,
I now know it is,
Not so much my youth.

I need him,
Dead or alive,
I need him.

He needs me,
Dead or alive,
He needs me.

It doesn't matter,
Dead or alive,
It really doesn't.

Dead,
I'll have him,
Dead.

Alive,
The same,
Alive.

It makes no difference,
I just need him,
Dead or alive.

Another love poem,
All the roses,
And the 'I love you's,
The 'I wish you were mine's,
And the sweet messages behind.

Another love poem,
With you as the sun,
To my cloudy sky,
With you as the life,
To my lifeless body.

Another love poem,
All the foolishness,
Of letting you go,
And all the hoping,
That you haven't forgotten.

Another love poem,
Why did you leave me,
Why did you choose her over me,
Was I destined for loneliness,
Or is it just my luck?

Another love poem,
With you as the dove,
Leaving my cage of a heart,
With you as the water,
Running away from my stream.

Another love poem,
And I can't promise you,
It's going to be the last one,
Because it's not.

Because love is so wide,
And so complicated,
That one poem doesn't cut it,
Ten poems don't cut it,
It's continuous.

Another love poem,
That's really,
All we need.

Stained of red,
Blood of them,
Secrets,
Lay upon their stem.

Stained of red,
Lost souls roam,
Some merciless hearts,
Made of stone.

Stained of red,
A leaf is grown,
Though there is no way,
To take back what as shown.

Stained of red,
A protection, a shield,
They hide what was done,
Something one man could not wield.

Stained of red,
In the fields they cover,
Men all lay,
A son, uncle and brother.

Stained of red,
They hide the war,
They now bring peace,
They are the core.

Stained of red,
These poppies stand,
In Flanders fields,
Hand in hand.

You’ve had one,
You’ve had two,
A liar to some,
And the lie is you.

You’ve had three,
You’ve had four,
Wipe away that glee,
Because there will be no more.

But no, you’ve had five,
You’ve had six,
Karma will eventually arrive,
And that, you can’t fix.

You’ve had seven,
You’ve had eight,
You want that ticket back to heaven?
Yeah, well, you’re too late.

You’ve had nine,
You’ve had ten,
This is now a crime,
Don’t ever talk to me again.

You’ve had your last chance,
And now, I’m warning you,
Next time, you won’t get a glance,
And there’s nothing you can do.

I recently had a conversation,
With a friend of mine,
And I’m not sure how it started,
But it led to a conversation,
About what life would be like,
If we were all the same.

There’d be no creativity,
Imagination,
Difference,
We’d be clones,
Still living in primate times.

But if you think about it,
It’s kind of what communism is,
A society where everyone is equal,
Where everyone is the same.

Imagine living like that,
Like you aren’t special,
When in reality,
You are.

You are unique,
You are different,
You are you,
And never stop.

Most friends are people you can,
Do a few things together with.

And if you have a friend that,
You can do anything and everything with,

You usually end up,
Marrying them.