Curiouser
And
Curiouser
I follow you
down
  down
    down
      Into the most
       Odd little world of
         Madness and magic
           Jubjub and Jabberwocky
              Red-painted white roses;
                 Such a beautiful adventure
                      I have only dreamt about.
                    Still I'm bothered by how,
                   Even in a place like this,
               You only think of the time.
            My dearest white rabbit,
         I would truly hate to see
     All of Wonderland
  go and
pass
you
by.

Run away with me.
Place your mitten-hand in mine
And discover what it is like
To be children of the wind.
Run away with me,
To a dream of a field
Where angels play at snowy dawn,
Clueless of where we are really going
Yet hopeful nonetheless.
Run away with me
Far from this world
Of rust and stormy hollows
That only ages our hearts
And wishes to turn us into orphans.
Run away with me.
Lace up your boots,
Kiss your mother goodbye.
Meet me by the river
Where we will run away
If only to sit under a tree,
Knee to knee,
Foreheads pressed together,
Staring into each other's eyes
And grinning with our baby teeth,
Thankful that for a moment,
"We are here,
We are here,
And we are not there."

There will never be a perfect person.

You will never find anyone who has no flaws.

Everyone has their own secrets they need to keep,
insecurities they have to hide,
and a void in their life that they would want to fill so badly.

We are only human.
We make mistakes.
We get hurt.
We feel scared.

We all have these baggage that we carry along in our life;
some may be heavier than the rest but still, it is there.

The thing is,
you can't really find a perfect someone,
it's just a matter of whom you are willing to accept
and carry their baggage along with them.

**

As poet's we tend to get caught up in ourn own writing
As I canst lieth, I do as well;
Though we must not forget, whilst getting caught up
In reading ourn favorite poet's poetry on here
And writing ourn own,
We must NEVER forget
The unknown poet's here
The ones in the back of the room
The backbone to the poetic world and society
The quiet one's
Who seeketh none fame
Though they art famous
In a quiet way
As tis we must helpeth them
To spread their quiet wing's;
And flyeth on,
And helping another unknown
As the one's known
Helped us....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Can I count on you be my friend?
To stay and hold my hand
Till the bitter end?

Will you stay through the tough times
When the days are short
The long night comes
As we wait for the light to come back
Will you stand by my side?

Will you help me fight off my demons
And protect me from my sorrows?
Will you teach me to smile again
When I've forgotten how?

Will you love me still
When I'm not being very lovable
Think I'm cute
When I'm just a mess
Be close  
No matter how many miles?

Can I count on you to be my friend?

I had other poems in my head
But now they are dead
I sit here and wonder
What it is
I wanted to say
Something I was feeling
That needed out

Stressed and upset
Placing my last bet
End of the line
Spread thin
Again?

Wondering
How far can I be pushed?
Until I fall over the edge
And I'm falling
Out of control

But
It didn't happen
Because I don't have time for that

Beauty
Love
Truth
Laughter
Keeps me true

Life is too short to waste it
Being angry
Or blue