Are we
       grains
of sand floating

Or are we
       stones
sinking into life...

People never realize
that we were all
                mountains
once...  

But time has a way of
eroding us...
      we all become grains
on a shoreline of our existence...

I use to stay up all night
If you were in pain
I'd be the ice
You applied me to you, whenever you need too
But I didn't mind
You were mighty fine
And my family adored you
But it turns out you were a trickster
Tried to play my heart like a drum
It would've worked
But my heart couldn't be rung
It didn't carry a beat
It needed to be strummed
But my heart was way out of tune
Plus it was previously swept away in my last girl typhoon
You see she was one of those good people out there
But sadly I was more like you
A liar
Manipulative
Replied to all your love you's
I love you too
But that was never true
I was just reading from the script
Reciting a line
Like a play we were acting out
But really
You were just a drawing to me
And I was trying to erase parts I didn't like about you
You were trying to play me
And I was slowly trying to change you
See you thought I was a good guy
But you can't fool a fool
Without getting fool too
Love is really a game
And I haven't been in love in a very long time
You see I'm no longer a good person, no not anymore
Not after parting ways from you

Love is a suicide note
                        to the heart,
Paper cutting your emotions
                      till blood writes on it
           "I'm sorry but thoughts are cheap"

Love is a suicide note
                        to the mind
whispering sweet lullabies to sanity
                       till unthoughtful truths word
            "I'm sorry its not you, it's me,

Love is a suicide note,
and my love
          just hung itself on a tree of
reflection, static and lifeless..

Lost inside a clockwork
        Heart attack
        ‎     Waiting to happen
        ‎   Ticking and cracking
        ‎    The silence in half with a second's helping
        ‎           I was hungry and delving deeper into somnambulance
        ‎                      Gambling my waking minutes
        ‎       Away with a hazy resemblance of life
        ‎     The sharpest of minds couldn't cut it out
        ‎   This troubled route gets more fractured with each forced laughter
        ‎             Hours pass faster the faker my happiness becomes
        ‎                    I scrape by on a yearly basis as my days have gone numb
        ‎

"Have you ever heard of a monster
                   that wasn't scary!!

Well our story or rather a memory of
a time way back when.
I was such a worrisome little girl.

"Daddy if the world stops will I fall off,
        
                             "Daddy if I pick my nose
                                        will my nostrils
                                     look like an elephants nose?

               "Daddy are monsters real,
                          "I heard one sneeze under my bed??

"My Daddy always looked at me with a smile,

You worry too much for one so young...
Let me tell you things of the world around.
If the world stopped, we'd be like balloons swimming
in the air flapping our arms,
                while the birds giggle at us for looking like clowns.

Our noses, fingers like to fill holes,
                        that's why thumbs fill that gap in your mouth,
wrinkly thumbs, with happy eyes.
So where else would wondering fingers go??
        But if you find sticky treasure, wipe it on a tissue
because even though appetizing, it'll taste totally gross...

There are monsters but not the ones you think,
           under your bed there is one who was
under daddies when he was younger.
Its name is Pickle.

                 "Pickle, daddy is he a boy or girl?

"I don't know my petal, I never asked,
                         "I think he is a little boy monster"

He is always there, you see when you sleep
there are bubbles floating around your room,
there invisible to me and you.
But pickle sees them, especially the worry bubbles,
for he doesn't want them popping on you.

So he collects them o' so gently so that you
have no worries hanging around you.
Then he uses his paws to shrink it to the
size of a ball and

"POP,
                  "daddy you made me jump,

"Well that's what they go, but only quietly,
      
As he eats with his mouth closed,
             even monsters have manners you know.
So if you ever go to bed worrying my baby,
don't ever think you need to keep it in,
speak to mummy or daddy.
But if you still are worried Pickle will be
there for you to watch those bubbles and
he'll always take them away..
And what noises do they make when he
chews them with mouth closed?
                                      
           "Pop,
                        "Pop,
                             ­        "Pop,

Now close your eyes my petal and don't
worry monsters are real,
but there only there to look after you and me.