The other day I showed my mom my poems
"Why do you always write sad poems? Write happy." She says
I just nodded, but I couldn't tell her my code of secrecy.
I write so I can let all the pain go
The pain of yesterday
and the reason that was was that I didn't have anybody when I moved
Everybody was occupied
And on my first day of school, I ruined everything
my words were spoken in clumps
and my pen was my only companion
So I wrote
wrote like the ink was my blood and paper my skin
and poetry accepted my request of being a friend
now my poems act as a mentor and a tutor
I can't give up writing sad poems
because if I do,
I'll lose yesterday

A small. Soft. Sad little ball.
Turning your eyes up to meet mine,
the only movement you make.
Too frail.

Your sandpapery nose
Breathes a ghostly breath.
Your last icy kiss.
Too frail.

Little restless tail lays still,
Yearning to twitch with excitement not pain.
It’s your last day I think.
Too frail.

The vet said it’s rare.
The body that housed you
Is letting you down.
It’s too soon for this.
Too Young.

I love you so much.
My heart.
In pain.
It’s my last chance to hold you.
Sleep well.

Sprightly and lightly it danced to your window
In the breeze which caught it
and brought it
To sweetly kiss your silken pillow.
To neatly place itself unseen
Amidst your longest deepest slumber
And carefully corrupt your dreams.

Bound by my blood.
Vampires and Vultures.
Society bleeds me.
My whole body taken.
Since birth until death.
We serve the sole purpose
Of serving itself.
Not this union or that
Can stop the beast.
It feasts on our flesh.
Our souls and sweat.
Hatred consumes
What is left of my heart.
For the World that I love
Is corrupt
Beyond help.

One night as I lay in bed ready for sleep
My mind began racing and started to creep
Down alleys of darkness and trouble assured
Anxiety fills me and henceforth it poured.
At times I was silly, I lied or was sad.
These memories are always the worst of the bad.
Sleep shan’t come my way now I’ve sent her away
Repeat sore scenarios from yesterday.
How can I shake off this torment from my mind?
During the day nothing sad can I find.
I’m happy go lucky all through the day
And at night she lays waiting to creep in and say
No sleep tonight child - for you needn’t wonder.
You have things you can’t change you must only now ponder.

Have you ever really listened
To the wind, the trees?
Heard the song of the forest
The respondents of the breeze?
The twitter, titter, chitter
Of the Happy birds that sing
A beautiful soprano
To the Symphony they bring.
I feel a creek and cracking
With my foot beat tracking
Through the forest I
Contribute to the beat
Pounding, crunching, snapping
The earth beneath my feet.
Never more alive I’ve felt
Than when amongst the woods I dwelt
With Bird and beast and song and rhyme
release my mind and lose the time
This music it reminds me
How to hear, breath, feel and see.
My senses truly heightened
My soul today is brightened.
Then a rude awakening.
An engine roars.
Tyres Screech.
Machine, man and Device.
(The New World’s most
Insidious vice)
Changed the course of life forever
I feel it now more than ever.
To my oasis I returned
A simple lesson learned
We must give ourselves
Wholly to Our Planet
We do not own it
We man it.