She is a hive full of
Sweetness.
But , never far from
the sting .

“I see you “ she smiles
as she touches my face .

Upstairs she lies
with coverlets and curtains.

I am searching
and searching.
But , for what
I’m not sure .

Maybe diamonds
but probably
Fireflies and Lace .

Working towards not
losing my shadow.

My inertia’s held
prisoner
to her beauty
my moral vision
called and questioned.
The death of leaves ,
stranded on the high wire
in the back of beyond.

Please place your
Pale palms to
Paint a world of
Precious patterns
With gentle brushstrokes,
And a bleeding pen
Piercing through problems;
With pen in hand, I write
Persisted passages, where
Prosperity prevails,
And pretended puppets
Will be no more.

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

When you kissed me, I lied.

I let you kiss me because I wanted someone to love me.  
I was selfish, I wanted to soothe my craving for attention, soft and kind love.

It’s because you’re warm and safe, I still do get the urge to trust you with love.
In fact you’re handsome while so insecure.

But I shouldn’t have kissed you, because I knew I didn’t want you but your aroma.
I chewed it and played with it to spare your feelings and to ebb my shame

but believe me, I’m happy to have made your acquaintance on that awful day that appeared on paper as perfect.
On the day when the last one I loved, introduced me to you

i believe in a gentle kind of love
all soft and soothing and
just right
when i am so terribly, irritatingly fragile
fingers running down my back while we lie
rib to rib, heart to heart
listening to the beat, and to the breath
and perhaps it is that, in this world of rough and tumble
of screaming and aching, to believe in a love kind and sweet is
a naivety but i find that
because of all this roaring outside our window, i much prefer
to think of that love sweet and kind
and us, tangled around each other, i think, yes

i find that i believe in a gentle sort of love

I will try
Not to lie to my father
Because my father hate lies
And lies won’t get me anywhere
Also I will try
To pray to my father more often
Every night before I go to bed
I will not go to sleep without praying
Because that is what my father
Wants me to do for him every single
Night
And I do pray every single night
To my father
Then after I had finished praying
I go to sleep
I shut my mind of
Then I shut my eyes
And I drift into my sleep
I only have very little friends in my life
I will try to make more friends
Because I feel that I need more
Friends in my life
Also I will try to live
My life to the fullest
Every single day
I will not waste my life away