A silent lake with a swan on top
Causing ripples against the bank
Watering the little crops,
I walk here when I'm thinking,
Thinking of something more,
More than what's beneath,
This little murky shore.

I remember how life was,
Before all the silence,
The infinite silent pause.
I miss the warmth of the sun,
And the people I used to see
But the day came to end my fun,
Where I was left behind.

They claim they didnt see it coming,
I didn't either to be fair,
What once was a warm embrace,
Was a cold and dusty stare.
Now I sit and watch the swans,
Every day of every year,
Waiting for someone to find me,
Not once to shead a tear.

a subtle roar from within his chest,
pools of blue hidden behind heavy lids,
finally safe he's laid to rest
an angel the heavens forbid.
and when he wakes from his warm slumber
his soft dreams away from this world
will take his angry thunder
and I may hold him furled.

what can I say, what should I do?
I never thought I'd be so in love with you.
the little smirk, with a glass bottle raised
and when you say you love me your eyes so glazed

when the sun comes up and the dew begins to shine
I smile at the knowledge that you are mine x
I love that with you it is all so easy
and yes, I realise this poem is cheesy

a wave of destruction through my home
taking stuff as they roam and roam,
my family tries to play along
pretend like they believe nothing's wrong.
but he deserves whatever they give
and he expects us to just forgive?
a broken home a rip of light
you are why I write what I write.

a single line marked in the ground
feet moving with heavy bounds
a man made mad by old limbs and bones
producing not so dulcet tones

a waste of my time and a waste of his
yet he loves the way we kissed and kissed
a broken rib with a slash of paint
felt so queezy i sometimes faint

he made the most of my time with him
how i had to answer his every whim
it only happened once in a while
oh how i hated when he let his lust compile..

I bite my tongue at the words you speak,
spitting venom especially at the young or weak
I toss my white flag to the ground,
and with my foot I pound and pound
I dare not look you in the eye,
in fear I see the masked tough-guy
who bullies the old and preys on the weak,
I bite my tongue at the words you speak

Hello sleepy baby,

Are you ready for the day?

Aww was that a maybe?

Oh how I wish that I could stay…



Cooey little prince

Maybe I’ll see you again sometime

Your mother I’ll convince

But for now it’s bedtime



Hey my little man

You’re nearly as tall as me!

You know I’m your biggest fan

I’m sorry I missed you turn three…



Hey there soldier

Why so glum

Why the cold shoulder

I’m so sorry about your mum…



What’s up kid,

I’m sorry you’ve not moved on

And that I left you when I did

I’m sorry but she’s gone



Why do you hate me?

What did I do wrong?

Look how easy life could be

You’re back where you belong!



I’m so tired of this son

So I’m moving far away

Feel better? you’ve won!

My new family won’t treat me this way…