Tic Tac Tuc- there's my arm and there's the truck.
Roses are red, violets are blue- in my arm there is a *****.
It looks all red, I give no fuss.
After all; me- runover by bus.
So learn to take care to avoid all the pain,
Oh wait; what's that coming- AHH IT'S A TRAIN!

Curled up in my bed,
I am missing you tonight.
It's all inside my head,
Something just doesn't feel right.

I wish you were here,
The stuff we could have done,
Your harmonic voice I can still hear,
I miss my loved ones.
I lie here in wait,
Looking for you brother,
Hiding away is what I hate,
To the world I am a bother.

I looked upon the night,
And gazed up at the moon.
The darkness gives me a fright,
I love you; see you soon.

I wander in dreams with the image of you slowly turning light to dark,
I wander around in my own little world trying to set my mark.
But the feeling inside of me is just of constant pain,
And I'm sitting here in my own little world, wondering when it will all go away.
I wander further- I'm floating on clouds and I can feel the trickling of rain
But I know it won't last too long, I can feel it in my veins.
I turn for a minute to think to myself- why me, why I feel shame.
And I turn around to my own little world to try to escape the pain.
I feel the world falling out of control and my life is not one to save, but the building blocks of hope and good will will guide me from my cave.
So if I keep forward and don't look away I can escape from this meaningless chain.
And I hope I can leave my own little world and avoid my early grave.
So now I take leave of my own little world, to which I am a slave.
While love fills me up and brings me closer to the key out of my cage,
The demons inside me want me to stay and fill my blood with rage.
While I try to escape my own little world, the world that I had made.
And if you try find me you'll be out of luck cos' I feel that I'm fading away.
But the image of you at the back of my mind is starting to decay.
As my own little world loses colour and turns to an ugly grey.
I try to salvage whatever is left so that I can hide away...

I think of how much I miss you,
How much I really care,
Your happiness I will pursue,
As a brother like you is rare.

I feel alone and isolated,
To find you I roam,
I would be very elated,
To find my way back home.

Lonely I walk along,
The path that gives me grief,
For you I must remain strong,
But I just can't find relief.

To you I owe my gratitude,
Being one of my own,
Driven by a good mood
Yet still I walk alone.

I wish that I could live a day,
with no bad thoughts and zero pain.
It hurts my body and my brain.
I wish that it would go away.

I wish that I could have no stress,
And free myself from constant press.
Without all  this I could progress,
And some day even find success.

I wish for a world with no hate,
Where love is all we communicate.
It may take years; I'll have to wait,
To see God's plan and it's fate.

I wish that one day people would see,
what it's like to be me.
I'm not all weird; I guarantee.
I can't think of anyone I rather be.

Everyday you guide me through my life,
You're there when I wake, you're there at night.
We'd sit by the stairs at home, barely talking- looking at phones.
But sitting here, writing this poem, brings me home.
They say home is where your heart is but it's where your family is.
I want to give you a hug, I know we fight but blood is blood.
Love is love, don't pull the plug.
Go up to my thinking tree, underneath I'll be waiting for thee.
Distant thoughts and memories-  they bring me even closer to ye'.
But even though we argue and fight- you're still my light, waiting to ignite.
Thoughts of you make me soar like a dove
Love is love and blood is blood.

He walked into a calmer place,
Away from smoke around his face,
Into eyes of those with wings of grace,
As the dead look on from outer space.

As though it seemed that it was time,
Time to run and time to hide,
Inside his heart he knew he’d stay,
A living amongst not; a needle in hay.


Clouds of dust remind him of those,
Those people who’s sacrifice
they had not chose,
The moon is bright
and the night it glows,
Their crimson blood forever cold.
Deceived by men with hearts of coal,
Without a care for the lives they stole.

So there he lays to rest his brain,
Under corpses of comrades through the heavy rain,
Their faces were frozen in fear and pain,
Had they really all gave their souls in vain?
His wounds meant that this would be his grave,
Is this what it really means to be brave?

I'm bored.
Bored of sitting around.
Bored of being accompanied but still feeling alone.
Bored of being up but still feeling down.
Bored of being brave but still feeling scared.
Bored of being connected but still feeling divided.
Bored of moving without movement, talking without speaking, living without living.
So I'll just lie in wait,
Waiting for a light in the dark,
Waiting for order in this chaos,
Waiting for a way out of it all,
I guess that's life; so I'll have to get on.
I'm bored.