To my mother,

I could never be like you
I'm too untame and wild
Stubborn and selfish
Ever since I was a child

I'm foolish
I can't hide my anger
I can't hide my distaste
I don't care about slander

I don't plan ahead
I'm harsh and rude
I can't hold my tongue
Bitter and crude

I run away from my troubles
I find it hard to forgive
Even the smallest things
I can't forget as long as I live

Mother, I'm impatient
Rude and arrogant
My faith wavers and falters
I'm anything but eloquent

Mother I have your eyes
And your nose
I don't have your patience
And heart of gold

We disagree on many things
Mother, we don't get along
But know that I love you
With you is where I belong

You make my heart soft
My faith strong
You're my mum
Remain with me lifelong

Little dolly on her horse,
     how she rocks back and forth,
chaos upon the others as she pulls strings
     through the room disruptions she brings.

A permeant stitch upon her face
      hiding the reality of mistrust in place,
of what she did to others feelings
      thinking of her own fun instead.

Little toys, patch work dolls
       afraid to lose a stitch or worse.
This nightmare on a wooden horse
       ruining the bedroom of toy and child.

She smiles with glee as the horse says nay
     but she doesn't listen to anyone today
forth and back she doesn't care of who is scared
     then what was not even a thought goes wrong.

But rocking and frolicking has its woes
     as poor little horsy snapped a rocker
and doll fell with quite a tumble
     Mummy came and saw the mess.

Poor little horsy got put in the trash,
      in the corner she does now stay.
As not forgiven for her wayward ways,
      and for rocker that got thrown away.

Remember that what we do has repercussions  
       be it toy or child, we must think first.
For if we are selfish and not thinking of others,
       then it will inevitably be us that is in trouble

When I was younger I thought rainbows were the most beautiful things you could see,
But then I saw your face my whole perception of beauty changed for me.
When the darkness that surrounds me in the form of my friends,
Sometimes it takes me awhile to notice that there are nothing but dead ends.

To get me out of any bad situation all I can think of the light you have given me,
Your smile brightens up my day even when you've never tried to.
Your laugh fills the room and makes my every pore glow with glee,
How you do any of this without even trying I have no clue.

I smile every morning knowing I get to see you again soon,
And maybe one day I'll be able to do the same for you.
Until then every time I see you I will smile like a goon,
Because every day before this my love for you grew.

You were a Poet the moment that you were born
Your talent came about when you woke up from your yond
Perfection came from Heaven upon
Your words were everything to think of
You wrote your ideas down
After that, your poetry took off, and was being read bound
I am your inspiration being the sound
You were given understanding and motivation
Yet hatters said you will never be a Poet
But you were confident and proved the hatters wrong
You were a Poet and you made your writing strong
Because the talent was all within, you continued to write until when
You have become the Poet you thought you would never ever reach
Yet you have encouraged other inspiring Poets in knowledge as a lesson to teach
Your Poetry talent was established as a Heavenly gift
It was always a Poet’s wish
Expression in your own right
You wrote in how you felt to release the tension of being uptight
It seemed at the time it was a plight
Yet even through the midnight oil, your writing did shed some light
Now say it loud and strong, “I am a Poet and I have showed it
Your talent has been exposed to the outside world
You have captivated other Poet’s and readers in making their hearts swirl
Only a Poet can see, a tomorrow, but it’s illustrating everyday until the end of time.

I'm not in this for your heart
I want your mind

The way it teases all my senses

Ripping me apart through subtle motions
and pretending that it never thinks about me


I've been removed like a cancerous tumor
and I think I understand
But I sill can't stop myself from falling deeper and deeper into this seemingly endless facade

We so quickly jump to harsh judgements and conclusions
but do we ever truly examine ourselves?
Or is it always just a comparison constantly leading to the other person automatically being wrong?

I took my ticket for this ride a long time ago, not realizing how far it was to the next stop
And I'm wondering when I'll finally land in the place I've been trying to reach