Don’t fall for a poet.
She will build up walls.
She will do anything to stop you
From crawling into her heart
And making a nest,
Making yourself at home.
She will barricade her mind.
You will only be able to read the trickles
That she so wisely chooses.
Don’t fall for a poet because
If she does decide to let you in
She’ll be careful to lock the doors
And sleep with a knife under her pillow
Every night she will wake up in cold sweat
And scribble down words that voice her regrets
Don’t fall for a poet
Because when you wreck the home
You made in her heart
And leave without a word
She will build up walls of iron this time
Don’t fall for a poet
Because her words will haunt you
Don’t fall for a poet
Unless you want to be her muse
Want to feel what it’s like
To be eloquently,
Verbally
Abused

*-lf-

Little girl blue
                   Why is it that you are so full of this overwheming sorrow?
                    Isn't there someone, somewhere with a smile that you can borrow?

Little girl blue
                  Why do you keep those secrets locked behind those sullen eyes?
                  Did this world get the best of you with it's truth filled with lies?

Little girl blue
                   Do you feel safe wrapped in your self inflicted solitude?
                   Do you really wish to hide or do you long to be rescued?

They say that God lives very high;
  But if you look above the pines
You cannot see our God; and why?

And if you dig down in the mines,
  You never see Him in the gold,
Though from Him all that’s glory shines.

God is so good, He wears a fold
  Of heaven and earth across His face,
Like secrets kept, for love, untold.

But still I feel that His embrace
  Slides down by thrills, through all things made,
Through sight and sound of every place;

As if my tender mother laid
  On my shut lids her kisses’ pressure,
Half waking me at night, and said,
  “Who kissed you through the dark, dear guesser?”

this ship will
carry my hollow
bones

back to the
distant
shoreline

my heart
will be
broken

my mind
will be
sore

but I will
be safe again
once more

my bones
next to yours
drowned

Simple things usually create the happiest smile,
However those simple things only stay for a short while,
But before those simple things run away from my mind,
I want to tell you Harry these moments where my smile shined,

Back in 2011 is where my smile lies,
Behind a past of friendships parties and starry filled skies,
Where life was easy and dream could come true,
Were a friendship was unbreakable between me and you,

But then came 2012 filled with alot of change,
Smiled where for different reasons my smile became strange ,
Things that made me smile like getting through the day,
Reading books, blogs, changing my way,

It was a happy year really it started off like a bomb,
Somthings sure where tragic something where estatic one thing was called Tom,
Looking back at the year with only few I called friend,
Makes me smile at how strong I was not to  follow the trend,

2012 taught me how to be myself,
To stick up for what I believe in my opinions not to be left on the shelf,
2013 a new story will begin,
And at this new opportunity Harry I'll wear a dazzling grin,

So here's to the small things in life that have yet to make us smile,
Embrace every moment I'll make them all worth my while.  ©