For Others:
U nbelievable knowledge
N ew experiences
I nsightful courses
V arious people
E ntertaining places
R elaxing environment
S pontaneous parties
I nteresting theories
T otally worth it
Y our new life

For Me:
U nbelievable stress
N ew finances
I nsightful worries
V arious fears
E ntertaining breakdowns
R elaxing insanity
S pontaneous meltdowns
I nteresting pills
T otally crazy
Y our new hell

I do it for me.
I don’t do it for him, or her, or even you.
I do it for ME!

I do it to relax.
I don’t do it for judgment, or rewards, or even money.
I do it to RELAX!

I do it for fun.
I don’t do it for praise, or popularity, or even status.
I do it for FUN!

I do it for me.
I don’t do it for parents, or siblings, or even friends.
I do it for ME!

Why is that so hard to understand?

I don’t do it for you.
I do it for me, and myself, and even I.
I DON’T do it for YOU!

Last Words
What shall you say

on your last day

of existence--
                        NAY!
Let me see a sun ray
shine once on the bay.
Only then, will under ground
                                         I lay . . .

The river only reflects a mute scene
for it does not hear the crackle of flames,
nor the screams being choked on by smoke
while tree limbs crash down in a heated blaze
because it can only observe this sight
and feel like it is useless against a
fiery beast.

Sleep…Come back to me.
Take this room of coal black

and turn it into a vision of the sea.

Transform these tangled sheets
into a luscious robe fit for royalty,

and have thy citizens kiss they feet.

Let a soft cloud be thy pillow rest

up high in the dark, starlit sky.

Letting the clean air fill thy chest.

Make this bed one made of roses.

Have thy sweet laying beside thee

with a ring hidden before he proposes.

Let the curtains shut out the light

so I may stay in this false reality;

for behind my lids hold a prettier sight.

Took this vision of the sea 

and turned it into the dawn.
Sleep…Come back to me.

My butler, Dearest butler,
Please come hither to thee,
Show they self to be proper
When in the presence of me.

In the doorway you linger
So tall and straight you stand
As you bow you head low
To patiently await my command.

I stay in my bed and whisper,
I ask for you to be at my side
So I can confess myself to thee
And tell how you've satisfied.

"I'm greatly old fashion, I know.
I'm elderly, wrinkled, and frail."
I reach out for your gloved hand,
I'm cold and frightfully pale.

My butler, Loyal butler,
I give you a golden reference
For you are truly perfection,
Magically knowing my preference.

One last task is I give to you,
Stay near me now awhile
To comfort me once more
With your genuine smile.

My butler, Loving butler,
I have little time left, it's true
So pay me one last request.
I have a question for you:

When I die, where will you be?
Will you stay close and greave
And carry me to my final grave?
Or will you just simply leave?

Any poem requests?
Because my poems are the best.
I have poems about quests,
Or the stories behind crests.
How about an unheard of test,
Or of uninvited guests.
Maybe about how we are blest,
Or times at ‘Wake Fest.’
Maybe leaving the family nest,
Or getting rid of a pest.
About going out West
And being told to wear a vest.
But I am going to take a rest
Before I take any more requests.