This Christmas we want a cure for Cancer,
Cancer, that grave callous dancer,
We've all been touched by Cancer's Grim Reaper,
This a malady that has no barriers,
This Christmas we want health and happiness,
Young Einsteins, it's your issue to address,
A cure for Cancer would surely bless,
That's what we want to say,
F.U. Cancer, begone by Christmas Day.

Okay brother
Not the worst son
And cynical sloth
I fear are the words
They'll write
On my grave
I know kinda morbid
To worry about that
But alas I never learned
How not to dwell
On disturbing pasts
Or uncertain futures
The ghosts of Christmas
Past and future
Will be most disappointed.

The uneven-ness of my femur bones
Hurts further than bone deep.

Alone, Lone Wolf,
Reticent and aloof,
Abstract thoughts,
Introspection taught,
Introvert innate,
Not a lonely plate,
Fun book friends,
Delights never end,
A pleb, for what it's worth,
On lonely Planet Earth,
Jewel of the Universe,
Cosmos a vast church,
Life is creation,
Have we found any aliens?
Reticent and aloof,
Alone, a lone wolf.

There are so many poems about boys with blue eyes and long brown hair

And I've tried forming the perfect one for you

But I can't seem to get it right

Because no amount of words, let alone poem's could perfectly describe you or what you mean to me and everyone else.
~ *B.H

A wreckage
Amidist a
fierce battle
of raindrops
starring at the
cold rainy night
Lost in the subdued
Colours of this night

When things grew into necessary betrayal, people took aspirin. I ran. Everyone dream of running, I feel it too often and then I forget my legs, the little spirit inside me and pretend to be a slave, caged and beaten. There's a conscious forgetting which is needed, the other aspirin. But you **** the beer, throw cards, break the plates and kick the half empty bottles and you run..run through the streets, the crowd, the dingy lanes and you rest your head on the ground.

I see you're working
working very hard
not for yourself alone
but for your loved ones too.

It's a shame that they don't see it
Oh, I know how it feels
It feels like it's all for naught
But it feels so right once you see them smile

I'll tell you, never stop working hard
even if no one sees you and your heart
even if the lack of appreciation makes you cry at night
even if it takes everything of you to fight

Never stop working
They can't see it but you make them happy
That's what you wanted, right?
Never stop trying to make them happy.