Simple things for simple people;
they live a simple life,
marry a simple wife and

have simple children and
leave a simple history for
the world, upon their death.

They stumble on a beautiful
today and trip on a wonderful
tomorrow; and prosper always.

They live out their lives
in peace and die quietly
without suffering and at ease.

They are like the rising
and setting of the sun
that comes and goes quietly.

They are the envy of
everyone that knows struggle,
war or pain: this I know.

Swollen eyes, dark and deep,
Hollow pits from lack of sleep.
Rolling down her porcelain cheek,
A single tear, helpless and meek.
Downturned lips kept tightly shut,
Holding back thoughts and words that cut.

Bitten nails wrapped into fists,
Battle wounds curve round her wrists,
Hate and shame across her skin,
She learnt to hide it, she learnt to fit in.
Insecurities lurk beneath tattered clothes,
A world of secrets that no one knows.

The looking glass shows her broken, afraid,
And to herself this is how she’s portrayed,
But to lens and to eye this girl cannot be seen,
To the world she appears as any other teen.
Surrounded by friends she laughs loud and smiles wide,
So no one will know the pain she suffers inside.

Your lips are magnetic
Making me tremble
Then pulling me close
Closer still
Until we collide
A cacophony of warm breath and sugared kisses

The first time that I fell in love
The sky was crisp and blue.
Such a cloudless day it was
When I first got to know you.

I fell in love further when
The moon lit up the skies.
I knew you were the one for me
When I looked into your eyes.

And when I fell in love for sure
The sky - to me -
Was you
You were the endless blue of sky,
Of sea, and of earth too.

Then when you went away you took
My sun, my stars, my guiding light;
You left me in the dark, alone:
In the eternal night.

I hear her there, alone, up above
A poem, a painting in the sky, a
Northern dream, an eye
Looking down,  lights phantasia
glow, to earth from above,  a fantasy spectacular,  her voice
Calming northern cool as mint and winter winds,  miles across this barren land lends hope to searches
I cannot give up.
Someday may the Norse gods and southern generals make peace and stop haunting my love and dreams,
might a line be crossed with will, determination,
my love and I united.

Oh sleep,
Your an amazing thing,
I dream about you sleep,
Night and day,
Like a creep.

The life of a poet is hard,
People think that they love your work,
But it's not just work,
Its our life.

Never felt so good,
Till I made it to third,
Had a great time,
Because you were mine.

Thought we were in love,
Because you were a dove,
And I was a glove,
But you took me off,
And threw me in the pig trough.