Life isn't a race,
It isn't a marathon,
Neither is it a paragon.
We live as we breathe,
We die and we leave,
But when the night ends,
Morning is across the corner,
Right where the road bends,
Is where we find ourselves.

As we live,
We await to see another day.

Home is where the heart is,
Home is where love resides,
Whether it'll be rocket rides,
Where kids seek and hides,
Where one confides,
Home is where love resides.

Haha that song, although premature,
Was surprisingly accurate.
We don't talk anymore and we won't ever again.
Should i be feeling what I'm feeling?
Meh
I guess its all for the better.
You'll find someone better.
I'll find something.
But as tide comes and goes,
It had been fun.
Thank you.

As time passes,
I'm not missing you any less,
And even with new glasses,
I'm looking like a mess.

So even tomorrow morning,
The tears keep coming,
But it's my own mourning,
For sending you running.

You've found someone better,
And now a regret,
So as memories become treasure,
I will never forget.

You've moved on already,
And I'm so pathetic.

If I were to meet you in another life,
I would take the same exact steps,
In hopes that one of those lives you'd stay,
Or somehow come back.

I'm a ******* idiot....
But all the best dear.

Knowing that I still
And knowing that you never will,
In the end, the pain is still the same...

Cinderella had a missing shoe,
In my life that shoe is on fire,
That ball gave people food poisoning.

Sleeping beauty had a prince to kiss her awake,
In my life alcohol poisoning keeps you asleep.

Snow white had seven dwarves to aid her,
In my life I have endless loneliness.

**** fairytales.

The die had been rolled,
We were lifted off into another reality,
One without fatality,
And we were sold,
Just like the houses in monopoly.

Everytime someone asked me,
'What is love?'
I would reply with simply,
'Baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
No more'.

Now that I have experienced love,
My answer to the question,
'What is love?'
My reply will always be,
'Baby please fix me,
I'm lonely,
Help me'.

'My heart is in your hands',
          Human hearts will always remain in transference,
Swapping from one palm to one palm,
                Until it finds the one real and right palm,
That will not let go of that heart.

       The worst thing is that with each changing hands, new bruises emerge,
           Like a fruit in the grocery store that no one wants to buy just yet,
So they squeeze to reassure till another pair of hands do the same.
             Our heart is nothing more than a fruit,
A fruit that is being passed around between hands.

                             I wonder if your hands are warm or cold,
But nonetheless only way of knowing is by letting you hold,
                my bruised and damaged heart,
In hopes you'll be the one to keep it.

Ringing in my ears,
Shivering from fears,
It's setting in again,
Locked in a den,
The panic attack,
No more heart track.

When will my mind forget,
Or am I just not ready yet?

Self destruction
Is just another way
To put the middle fingers
Up to the sky.

With eyes so beautiful,
A smile so charming,
A personality so bubbly,
It's hard not to notice.

Rise above the inferno that incinerated everything,
Hold your head to the flames that scatter everywhere,
And realise that the fire that once burnt the world,
Is nothing but an illusion imagined into existence,
By the works of deluded minds who saw joy in pain.

Slowly the Earth will burn one day at a time,
When that time comes, the skies will cherish the moments,
For the sun and the sky has finally been apart.

Memory is truly fickle,
Unable to describe songs,
Yet can taste a pickle,
For its taste being wrong.

The human mind is trained,
To remember the tainted,
The sounds of an ankle sprained,
Over the painting an artist painted.

We remember the heartaches and pain,
But we forget the beauty prior,
We rarely ever complain,
About the dance but complain about perspire.

I finally said,
It is now time to move on,
little did i know....

You already have,
I was a fool for trying,
Should have left intact.....

For every poet I've seen written about being in love
I've seen them evolve to write about the fall out of love
From the brightest suns
To the darkest moons.
I've seen poets write of being in complete love
To writing about being in complete heartbreak.

Are humans so invested in the ideas of love?
I have not read one poem about fishing
Or a poem about common day dancing.

I'm so stupid.
Even right now I want you back.
But I'm just stupid.
You moved on.
I wish you nothing but
The best.

I am not a poet because I lack maturity,
My writing will always be tainted straying from purity,
There may be days I write my heart and soul,
But no matter how much I write I never feel whole.
I saw the world for its beauty but also its evils,
I've seen people be nice but also be decietful.
I am not a poet for I still find the word **** funny,
But I am fine being me,
Seeing the things I prefer to see.
My immaturity is what makes me how I am,
And if people refuse to accept that part of me,
Then I no longer require them in my life.
Immaturity does not mean I'm never serious,
It simply means I can distort my childlike side into this reality,
In a world where I'm taking orders from bosses,
Taking insults from university professors,
Why can't I retain my child like mind?
I am serious elsewhere, I am a stick in hay at work,
I am everything proper and mature,
But can't I be me when I want to be,
...
Why can't i just keep my childlike humour.
...

You don't have to be perfect.
You don't have to be good.
You don't have to be anything
But yourself.

Which self you ask?
The self that you want to be.
The one that you recognize.

Please remember no matter what
My heart is still with you.

Remember my words,
I love you now and forever.

Remember your own words too.
Even if they were fake,
They are really true.

Please oh please don't give up.

I sat across from you looking into your eyes
I have sat across you for a week now
And I know not what your words tell me
For I looked at your beautiful eyes and ask how.

How is it that you're so pretty?
How is it that your eyes glow?
How is that your teeth shines?
And how did I just now know?

I still miss you
What the hell is wrong with me....
Maybe when i said love you now and forever,
That somehow remained true....

I don't know what to feel anymore...

She is a billboard on the walls of train platforms
With the corners and edges coated in dirt
She remains there hanging and slowly being torn
But yet she never complained about being hurt.

Adverts of tampons and pads
Amongst some other strange fads
Bombarded the beauty of the billboard.
She was something money could never afford.

He came across the billboard.
Stared in admiration. ...

I said I loved you.
        I knew I loved you.
But I couldn't love you.
        I knew I couldn't in that way.

My biggest strength will ever remain my biggest weakness.

Me and my friend both got horse riding lessons,
The two horses begun to speak to one another,
At first we couldn't understand the messages,
But then we listened closer and we heard,
One of the horses said "NAY!"

Out of the twenty horses in the stable,
I think I rode on the one that,
Was trying to sell drugs to other horses.
Why else would the horse say "Nay"

I stopped looking both ways when I cross roads
In the end.
Nothing really matters,
Why should I even bother.
Crossing roads to get to your destination
In the end, no matter how much patience
You have. Somehow you will still
Be walking to your destination alone.
There's no points looking both ways crossing the road
There's no point breathing.

Why can't I move on?
I'm a walking tragic incident....

We'd smoke **** till we'd pronounce we'd as ****.
The smog clears up and what's left is what's right.

I have become friends with loneliness and I am a lonely guy,
"I am the most popular person anywhere," I lie, I lie.
My friends are the clouds that leap out of the sky,
And my heart belongs to those who leave and say bye.

We fell apart,
Before we even knew where to start,
Because all along, everything I did for you was from the heart.

Happy 4/20 - No I don't smoke.
Just wanted to wish those who do
Enjoy their day :)

I danced around the tables,
Sang songs in the steamy showers,
I told my reckless fables,
And I repeat it hour after hours.

I am finally hitting a stride of joy,
As though my sadness and concern,
Vanished to never return,
I am finally happy.

Sleep evades me,
My dark surly bonds,
To my old acquaintance,
Holds on tight,
Imperishable,
Insosmnia,
Is truly the writers
Affliction

A birdy once told me,
It is not who you are,
that makes the difference,
it is what you're
able to become
that defines who
you really are.

He picked up the dead rat and threw it on the table**,
We as freshmen of high school were always told this fable,
Of the great disgusting James who had no shame,
Oh but no one looked around and put autism to blame,
So while James is being poked fun at,
There's a dead rat at the table we sat.

I saw your mind,
I said *******,
Not on the darkness that lurked around,
But on the fact that you think you're a waste of space.
To me,
You will be the best,
The thought of perfection surrounds you,
So when you think I was afraid of the darkness inside,
And getting upset,
It was not because you shown me the darkness,
It was because you concocted,
A thought that you are underserving of life,
When I could not see anyone,
No one on the whole Earth,
More deserving of life,
Than you.

Branches of a tree cast shadows onto the ground,
A bird nest sat across the dilapidated branches,
Birds fleeing the branch yet always coming back, homebound,
And as the early sunrise came, the birds and tree were ashes.

**"FOREST FIRE! FOREST FIRE!" I would yell,
Stumbling on those words since I was six years old,
Waiting for mum to come back home with a farmiliar smell,
But come nightfall I am without anyone to hold.

The early bird catches the worm,
Well momma left early and came back home,
So as the worms continue to squirm,
We never got the chance to roam.

Momma came back home to an empty nest,
Where the birds were caught in flames,
Existing in their own torturous hell.

Why is it that when I try to sleep, thoughts of you infiltrate my mind.
I think it's just so that when I dream, you are what I hope to find.
Dreams fade in and out and the memory is not retained,
But every dream I have had of you has always remained.

Your beautiful smile and your effervescent personality,
Your everlasting kindness and geniality.


Corinthians 13:4-8 says that
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."

And I believe you are the embodiment of true love babe.

I want to write a poem
About a special person
How this special person
Made a frown transform
Made ice turn warm
And made my heart race
made my thoughts pace
diligently back and forth.

To say the least is that
I never deserve her
Nor her friendship
And in pensive
Thoughts
I wonder whether
She regrets being
Knowing a person
Who will never
be good enough
to deserve her
care.

You're so busy lately, I miss your beautiful face.
I miss your adorable smile and how my heart skips it's pace.
It still beats in tandem but I still miss your voice,
I really wish we had more of a choice.
I miss everything about you and right now i feel lonely,
Even in company I still feel as thought I'm the one and only.

When will you not be busy?
When is later?
Is later still a timeframe in existence?

Our eyes locked together
Chained for the better
I wanted to speak
But I didn't want to upset her
Working the courage up
I said 'What's up?',
I felt very foolish,
What's up? Who says that still?
She's looking nervous
Maybe she's thinking it was perverse
Like somehow up
was an innuendo on a *****,
I tried again, to reassure her,
'When I said up, I didn't mean my *****',
Oh god, I just said ***** to her,
She's throwing all kinds of strange looks
Do I tell her I'm copying some game books?
Do I tell her , I'm just kidding? Is it too late?
I stopped myself.

Waited for a response.

She's still staring into my eyes
Captivating my truth and lies
Her eyes the colour of blue
Well more azure, but as azure
as sure as the sky.

Her mouth gestured a smile,
Then her hands started moving,
Is she signalling me to hold her hands?
She's moving them an awful lot,
What do I do? What do I say?
I went and grabbed for her palms,
Interlocking my fingers between hers
And as it occurs
the man nearby looks at me
Mumbles
'She's speaking in sign language,
I think she's mute',

I took my hands away,
Hiding from the embarrassment,
I hope she doesn't consider it
Harassment,
I looked around,
Unsure of what I was to do.

I speak again, and last time I did,
It didn't go well,
So why would it go well now?
'I'm sorry for how awkward it's been,
I'm just a dumb and stupid teen,
But I think you're extremely pretty,
And if you don't mind can I take you out to the city?'

She looks at me , nods her head.
Then under her breath, I hear ,
'I would love to'.

Bright red like a tomato,
WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING ?

In a world of wireless connection;
Sometimes it's hard to feel connected
This wasn't the situation with you,
You have turned grey skies blue
And made my heart pump joy
as though happiness was not another ploy.
I've bled the blood of broken hearts
But with you by my side;
I can fall asleep at night,
knowing that these thoughts won't exist.
With you, with me, with us
there are no broken hearts,
just us.

Till the end of time,
Remind me that you are mine,
Because my heart, my soul;
it's all for you.

I just heard you found the one you've been looking
You've been looking for
I wish I would have known that wasn't me
'Cause even after all this time I still wonder
Why I can't move on
Just the way you did so easily
......

I overdosed
Should've known your love was a game
Now I can't get you out of my brain
-Charlie Puth

I am an adult,
No longer the kid I was,
the kid that chased wasps,
ordered ants to battle,
the one to enjoy a bike saddle,
now those are like colonoscopy,
an unpleasant pinch to me.

I could remember,
the feel of the grass on my sole,
As I ran through a field,
Feeling somehow very whole.
Completely oblivious to,
growing up,
where smiling was enough,
and happiness was trying to look up.

I am not the kid I use to be,
I wish I could be,
But the kid that chased bees,
No longer exists in this world.

Sometimes you unlock the right box,
You hear all that you had ever dreamed of hearing.
Sometimes you unlock the wrong box,
You hear your world start to crumble bits and pieces.

I hate heartbreaks.
I hate how it aches,
How I know I will miss you,
But I know you don't give a ****.

I Love you......and I don't know why.
WHY
WHY
WHY won't it work?

I promised to never give up
But I've grown tired.

The sky is the limit,
Forget the beauty of the stars,
Forget the beauty from afar,
Forget the moon,
Forget that one giant leap for mankind,
ever happened.

The sky is the limit,
That's what they tell me.

Set phasers to the moon,
Elevate the rocket,
I knew it was just a phase.

Day in day out, I'm sat here missing you.
I wonder whether I ever crossed your mind too.
I want to hold you, stare into your eyes,
Hug you while I look up at the skies,
Completely content.

I miss you so much babe.

I was just getting to love myself the most
But then you stumbled into my life
And I no longer know whether
In the future I'll still love myself the most anymore.

He
was destined
for something
that seemed
extremely unfortunate
Injustice

He
fell on
his own
blade.

Today I get up a different person.
They have broken my heart
So I will say unto them
**** it.

No point feeling sorry for what's dead.
And theres no way that will come back.
So **** it and **** the people involved.
I rise with a smile today.

**** them. **** everyone of them.
Now begone memories.
I am starting over.