Our lonely path
                 Beneath hollow trees
                           With such dark clouds above
                                              Can we please turn around?
          The lingering of your lips
                                       In the breeze
                                                     Can we please turn around?
                     Your smile makes me cry
                                       The storm is gathering
                                                  The feeling of my skin  
                                 Without your touch is slowly killing me
                                                                 If you grand me one last chance
                                                     One last choice
                                                                   We would turn around
                             Living in our filtered past

Waves crash, and safety is on the mind
How could I save you? If safety is so hard to find
I hold on to you, while you hold on to me, just two people drifting unwillingly through time
But all we do is we fall together, and as our souls hit the surface we produce a chime
A certain sound we produce gives us power to pick ourselves up again
Fall again
Reach the surface again
Until one day we both become split in half, and our struggles are no longer true
For if I am not safe, how could I save you?
And we realize that we cannot continue lying to each other, and we realize that at last…
So we look up to the gardens, Ow the gardens are so vast
Each depart with kisses and hugs that will always patch our wounds and wipe our tears
With hopes and ambitions that will **** our fears
With memories and photographic imagination that will bring back the cheers
For one day, in another life, we shall find ourselves back again
Fall again
Reach the surface again
Silently in space, for no sounds shall we produce, because in another life, we won't have to carry ourselves back again, we can just lie down
Enjoy the skies pink and the grounds no longer brown
Enjoy the vicinity of timelessness and the insecurities not found
Enjoy our hearts in eternities for a rush of our eternal bound
Step back and imagine…because this is our future…this is our end
This is the message; tombstones are trying to send…

Walking through the dark pits of my thoughts, as I left the door open wide
To get rid of my pride
And find space for my conscious that has been left alone
As the tribal songs of my ancestors never changed a tone
Songs and chants that make us reflect upon our lives and our being
Songs that will let you listen to the emotion of what you're seeing
Listening to my empty life, trying to fill it with laughs and cries
But laughs and cries will not suffice
My heart feels my surroundings as they become a part of me
A part of my life, a part of my existency
My mind darkens with sunset, and beholds it's shine by morning
Everybody thinks that I'm content, but inside me I'm mourning
Mourning over my dead past
Over stages of my life that had to last
Mourning over harsh endings yet to come
Mourning over some and some
Life pressures you into a state till you become like water
So flexible, and forced to take the shape of your container
A container called society, till it darkens and freezes
Till nothing can move you like winds or breezes
Till you become cold as ice, because life has been cold to you
Till you become harsh inside, but whatever you do
You are still see-through
A fury of a thousand ages, dormant in your soul
A fury of a thousand more
A fury of a thousand more
Breaks my heart to hear the screams of the innocent, breaks my heart indeed
But my soul has to be fed, in order for me to feed
Broken wings never fly the outcome of my work
Thus for that I will never try, but I'll always have that smirk…

Johnny stepped outside for a nose of fresh air
Crisp wind, cold as dew drops trickle in
Teaming perfectly with the melody playing in his head
He illustrated the letters A B into the sky

Johnny, with eyes pointed upwards, gets a rush of surprise
For there is a great sight!
A huge luminous rainbow
Kissing the sultry stars at night

Johnny can't move a finger nor foot
Amazed n Dazed the sight grows larger
Sweet melody plays on and on
Feet planted down firm on the rainbow

Johnny imagines his life...past riddled with pain
Now that this vision was born
Johnny ol' Johnny will never be the same
Its true.

I have noticed
You cannot write a poem
In your student accommodation
Where all is noisy
And nothing is quiet.

I have noticed
You cannot write a poem
In your student accommodation.
When all you can hear
Is student chatter,

Chatting incessantly
Throughout the day.
They come in late
Having an argument.
I can hear,

Through these paper thin walls.
I can hear
Every word
You are so quietly
Saying to each other.

Do not worry
I am not trying to sleep
Do not worry
I am not trying to work
Do not worry

I have noticed
You cannot,
No it is impossible
To write a poem
In this place.