Hooked on
to the drugs
My doctor gives me
He tells me not to skip a day

But i feel it's the meds
That's making me feel this way.

He says its my only hope
But i can't feel my heart no more
He says i got to take em twice
Before and after meals
If only i got hungry like i did before

My doctor is a very nice man
But i don't believe in his plan
he says regular walking will
Stop the talking.
but the voices follow me till bed.

my doctor says he understands
by his voice i think
he's the only one who can
So i take his pills and advice.
But I wonder does he
really know whats it like
To be undoubtedly desensitised.

i am a small seed
with so much potential
so much possibility

i could grow to become a beautiful flower
or a ****

what if I can be both
both

a beautiful flower
and
a ****

why would you want to be a ****?
you may ask
i want to be the rarest, most beautiful flower there is
you may say

i want to be like a ****
because no matter how hard people try to destroy them
the weeds will stay strong
keep growing
keep flourishing
and that’s exactly what I strive to be

flowers are so beautiful
yet delicate
they fall apart so easily
but it is ok
because as long as if
they bring joy to someone’s life
even for just a second

as long as if I
can bring joy to someone’s life
it is ok

i want to be like a dandelion
a flower
and a ****

A friendly word is wise:
It bears no silken string,
And everyone is glad
To hear it echoing.

A cautious word is prey
To will’s supreme intent;
And lacking any strength,
It makes a man relent.

The emblem of your heart
Is blazoned on your smile;
The wretch and dissolute
Have vanished for a while.

So freely give good will
To friend and stranger each;
Then virtuous reward
Will be within your reach.

There was a boy in a cave
Fearful that he wouldn't be saved
He would never know if he would be missed
Never know a tender kiss

He had followed two boys underground
"ssh" they said not a sound
Then they pushed him to the ground, tied his hands, tightly bound
Ran away and left him there, they were not nice they didn't care

The game they played was Hide and Seek, the boy in the cave was mild and meek

The boy was there for what seemed like days then suddenly, was he dreaming a sunny haze, or had he ended his young days alone in the cave, unable to be saved.

A ray of light beamed upon the floor
Shone bright upon an exit door
The boy began to hatch a plan but first he needed to break free his hands

He found a rock and set about setting himself free
The boy became ecstatic hoping to be home for tea
It took a while but the binds did break, he shuffled to the door
Grabbed the handle, opened wide and ran outside
What greeted him was a lovely surprise, he couldn't believe his eyes

He had not expected to be missed but clearly through the rising mist he could see his family with tears in their eyes, giving thanks to the heavenly skies

The horrible boys well they went on to grow up mean and bad
They lived a life of loneliness and were very sad

One day, the three did meet, the Cave boy now a man, walked right up and shook them by the hand
"Thank you" he said  "what you did turned my life around, i now have a family and a home built underground" .

giving up
is the easy way out
giving up
is for weaklings
giving up
is not for the strong minded
giving up
is for faliures
giving up
is for loners

i will not give up

I woke this morning
to a window of raindrops
falling gently down

Tis a Sunday morn
And I can hear a pigeon
coo cooing in tree

All the daisies are
wet and shivering and car
tyres are swishing

I can hear my son
opening a bag of crisp
Hey that's not breakfast!!

If it rains all day
I don't mind today because
spring is blossoming

When it rains the grass
glistens too it's quite lovely
Like night stars glowing

There's a heat wave on
it's way so the weather dudes
say , the sun will shine

Yay I get to wear
my flipflops and summer hat
Watch out for the bees :)

It is morning
An old yellow sun rises, throwing light
Onto a new born day
Here comes the dawning.
Awake, and blink away the night
Watch as star sparkled black gives way.
To a world of colours

Sun is rising
Slowly waking, trees stretch out their green
And flowers unfurl a rainbow
To greet the warmth of the rays
Awake, look at what can be seen
Purple mountains are set aglow
Nestled in a carpet of white cotton haze.
As a sky in pink changes colour

See how blue
As it reflects in crystal clear waters
Beneath its skin, an army, in silver mail
Weave amongst a coral painted range
And a light grey giant in sleep, slowly stirs
Then watch as it wakes, and with a wave of it’s tail
It races up through the blue to see the change
Of another golden day