A lake where flowers
Were left to wilt amongst ****
To mourn the lost kids.

The candle sat shimmering,
On a table,
A sturdy table, a table so stable,
That the candle never once flickered,
Even when parents bickered,
The candle showed us that,
No matter how dark things get,
As long as you have support,
There will always be light,
Because one candle ,
Can light up the whole world.

You can speak of love
But can you cherish it
When it perishes
Shall you heal
Or shall you seek
To find what has broke

In the morning,
Let the sunrise guide your walk,
Let the bird chirps
Be the sound of your silence.

In the day,
Let the sun guide your path,
Let the car noises
Complete your comfort.

In the evening,
Let the sunset follow you home,
Let the whistles,
Reveal to you, warmth.

In the night,
Let the stars light your darkness,
Let the silence,
Finish your sentences.

I could probably give myself to everyone
Pass myself around like a bottle of alcohol
Letting everyone take pieces of me slowly
Till I am but empty glass on touched lips
And that might not be too bad for some.

I could split myself one by one; cursed
by a serrated touch of those who take
all they could from what I am and
if it weren't so hard, I'd given myself
to everyone, just to be tossed around.

I could give pieces of my heart like
I was playing a game of pass the notes
in class, trying to find those who would
open the notes and take a read of
every letter there is to behold.

I have given myself to enough people
to know, that not everyone wants me
and that doesn't bother me as much
as the idea of having to live a life
without the stars, without the sunset,
unable to grasp at the moon and its light.

I have given myself to people,
some who take more than others,
some who reject what they have not yet known,
But it is you that I want to give myself in entirety.
No broken pieces, no serrated cursed touch parts,
Just an instant of chemistry and wholesome hearts.
I want to give you, not pieces of myself, not pieces
of my life, but I want to give it to you in its whole,
And if it takes a million years for me to get it right,
I will give you a million more years, to see one
beautiful smile.

Let's banish the shadows, fight the darkness
Because the toughest always fights the hardest
And our two souls can intertwine to cast
a different light to those who ever dared to look past
What we have achieved and what we could yet
to achieve.

A fellow poet once told me
I have a self-pitying tone
With every poem I've written.

I will cleanse myself of this affliction-
Rehabilitate that addiction
And send it into annihilation.

I am strong and I will see over the fence
For I can climb any obstacle
And I create my own destiny.

There is no room for fate
In a life where we hold the pen
That write our own stories.

I am the writer,
I am the poet,
I am the one in charge of my life.

I am taking one step forward,
At a time,
To a world by my design.

With muddled hands all aligned
we fought the chains that confine
our hope for an equal world.
The brutish pain has been hurled
in our general direction, years and years;
collated tears and tears, unchanged.

Created division between poor and rich,
as though the poor aren’t human
reshaped and modelled to, look like,
speak like, act like but not quite, like human.
The brutish pain has been hurled
in our general direction, years and years;
collated tears and tears, unchanged.

We are human,
trying to turn the page,
trying to create a change,
so that the story continues on…

The beauty gave him the first of many,
                     and as a result the beauty became the last.
He could no longer love anyone after the beauty,
                             A light over his life the beauty had cast,
And as a result,
          He could no longer love anyone else
His love for others came to a halt,
                For the beauty made his heart swell.

Chasing you is like chasing doves in the sky,
Without a set of wings or an ability to fly.
Chasing you is like chasing ashes floating on the wind,
As though there is anything left to chase from the singe.
Chasing you is like a dog running in circles chasing its tail,
While having a leash on its neck and tied to a metal rail.
Chasing you is like following stars in a car for many miles,
Impossible to reach even if I form a bridge from infinite tiles.
Chasing you is like a summers day in winter.

He left that night
Thinking everything will be alright
Caught by a horrid surprise
As he came home to a cheating wife.

He slept on the couch that night
While lovers laid in their bed, twice,
As he lined the couch with tears
And heard the two ******* cheers.

'Keep it down or he'll hear us'
Said the woman with a hand on her bust
'No he's got his eyes closed, let him rest'
Said the man fondling the woman's breast.

He left that night
Thinking everything will be alright
As he came home to a cheating wife
And took his own life.

Too weak for the word-
Love and too strong for hatred-
What word do I seek?

"Forget me already. It's not mmm... good for you to still remember me. Uhh; I want you gone from my life, please?" Sarah requested with frustration creased on her face.

Sarah wasn't your average university student, ash blonde with streaks of red in her hair, slim tanned legs just enough to make a young teen salivate. She was neither tall nor short, and if Goldilocks had met Sarah before Goldilocks would have exclaimed 'just right' about Sarah's height. You couldn't tell whether she was rich nor poor because Sarah had always worn amiable denim jeans though they were always ripped. It could have just been her fashion statement, a sardonic "looky over here people. I'm charming pfft, no one knows how charming I am and I don't even have to show skin to do so". Sarah though seemingly perfect on the surface, had always had self esteem issues; she'd mumble sentences and say "don't worry" when she struggled to convey herself.

"... Please?" Sarah requested with frustration creased on her face.
    To Jim, this was the usual request he'd heard over and over. At this point, about a million and twenty three times; it no longer phased him. Jim gulped in a mouthful of air before going onto his retaliation; except his retaliation did not involve calling her 'a *****' nor did it involve calling her 'a **** covered ***** that no one will ever love'. No... Jim was civil tongued in a rather strange demeanour.

"Sarah darling. The moment I forget you, the skies will fall, the clouds will shake, rain will flood the Earth because the very second I forget you, my world and I will have been destroyed", Jim said with a sheepish grin. Jim was a cunning man, almost too smart for his own good at times. He'd always reminisce on that one date he had with Sarah. He had taken her to a nearby farm, and nearby to a suburban kid was a two and half hour drive. The farm was not the most romantic place but to Jim, cow manure and sheep manure whispered "this is the most organic and romantic place you can ever find". The minute they had arrived in the general location of the farm, Sarah had already been, hungry, tired, sleepy, angry and most of all she had to put up with Jim not revealing anything to her....So fear was one of the cause of her anxiety with Jim, though she could trust Jim with her life so it somewhat lessened, the very moment that fear piqued.

The ground, wet soil, faint smells of manure, 'Nature'. Jim flaunted the minute he had arrived "HOLY SHEEP! Look around Sarah, aren't they wonderful?"
          Sarah mumbled, as she most likely always does "they....mmmm....they are nice....umm I guess".

Jim projected his voice, shocking Sarah again, but at this point a feather falling to the ground would have spooked poor little Sarah. "SARAH! Look over here. Do you see the cow. Why don't we call her Cherry?"

"Why Cherry?" Sarah asked with a puzzled look on her face.

Jim took a big breath of the farmland air "Because ...cherries are edible."

Sarah slightly disgusted but with a smile on her face nonetheless.

Suddenly, Jim grew quiet; and for a blabbermouth, 'would forget to breathe because he's talking' Jim, this is a pointer that there may be something that wasn't exactly right.

Jim spoke, breaking the silence created by the void of words that was Jim and Sarah, 'Babe. I've been thinking... and before you jump to conclusions, no we are not breaking up, not on a farmland, that's how you'll **** me and feed my bodies to the pig or something....and nothing eats Jim Thorens except dinosaurs. I wanted to say, I've been thinking about how lucky I am. No I didn't win the lottery, nor did I come to an inheritance of a million dollars; one because I don't gamble and two because ...my shitheap of a family won't even leave a cent to me probably. But I am a lucky man, because I have you and having you is like winning the lottery. It is like inheriting a million dollars. It is like having the palms of the world, in a single minute I get to hold your hand."

Sarah spoke, tears invading the corner of her eyes, "Maybe this world is too good for us. I don't know but lately, it feels as though walls are collapsing and I can't keep feigning it anymore. I chose to come along with you in hopes you'd end things with me", Sarah had hardly ever spoken for so long without a few umms or ahhs in the way, but this time something came over her.

"...But I love you babe. Don't you love me?" Jim building a bridge to clear the doubt in between their relationships. Sadly, the bridge he built in the form of a question did not support the weight that they both held. One loving too much, and another loving too little.

A few days had passed. Well what was a few days for those who aren't heartbroken, felt like decades for those with a hellish hole forming in their hearts. A few days, merely a few days, with the overclouding, overbearing sensation of a lifetime.

Jim Thorens had called Sarah Silva to arrange a meeting, with the tone of 'complete strangers, who tried to hid that they were past lovers'. "Hey Sarah, It's Jim here. I've been wondering if...ummm if you'd ahh want to get a coffee. So we can have a little umm chat?" Jim spoke as he left a voicemail.

Jim Thorens saw Sarah Silva making her way to the empty chair in front of him, a smile lit on his face as it had always done in the before-times. Except now, it wasn't the same as the before times.

"Forget me already." Sarah mouthed in silence and though Jim could not read lips, he understood. He understood every bit of that silent air.

"Forget me already. It's not good for you to still remember me. I want you gone from my life, please?" Sarah requested with frustration creased on her face and a subtle roll of her eyes. This time, Jim's pain was audible.

"What if we..." Jim started to speak before being completely cut off by Sarah.

"Don't worry". Sarah said, as she stood up and left.

If my mum has taught me anything
It's that you can't let death
Take the light out of life.
She told me that when father passed
She was waiting for an impossibility
She told me she was waiting for his return
And in her mind she knew for certain.

So she sat in sadness till I reached adulthood
And I spent my childhood
Watching my mum struggle day by day
And I would still enforce our family tradition
That 'I love you's' are shown in silent actions.
The darkness of death
Leaves the light in anyone
Feeling indebted to a soul
That no longer roams the Earth.
I chose to live,
Even in the darkness of the world,
Sitting in the corners of shadows approaching
**I chose to live

It had watched
her grow in a way
that a horticulturist
watched its own
creation sprout
and blossomed.
She had grown
like a rose; filled
with her own
thorns upon herself
that only came
to hurt others that
got too close but
in her own way,
beautiful.

Before every sunrise
It had opened its eyes
with a clank, like a coin
rattling inside a coin-
filled purse.
It was there to provide
the ambience of peak-
hour traffic; "Get off the
******* road you
******* lunatic. Where'd
you learn to ******* drive?"
would be the sound
that she woke up to every
morning. She has had
guests comment on its
vulgarity; but she defended
that it soothed her every
morning, and though
it was a recording
projected from speakers;
guests and visitors,
would denounce 'it'
as well as refute their
acceptance of 'it'.
She would gently tell it;
you're the best alarm,
and if she did not get up;
it would pull on her arm,
so she was always
moving in accordance to
her schedule.

She had been an orphan;
She still exists and lives,
as an orphan with her
orphan blood running
through her bloodstream;
and those who never
could understand what
it was like to be an orphan
would mutter "so you don't-
have a mum or dad, so what
it's not a big ******* deal;
it ain't like you're going to
be successful even if you did".
So came every night, though
the moon glowed upon her
pretty little face, she had
tears stream down her cheeks
that would reflect the moon's
gentle glow against her.
In a hollow home, nay!
In a hollow house, she
felt as though her sanity
was only stored by the whirring,
the buzzing, the sound that
mimicked a refrigerator from a
time before refrigerators were
considered 'in need of perfecting'.
On every night, it would read to her,
'as a mommy and daddy would'; she'd
use to say. Though it never had
an exciting tone and only ever
spoke in a monotonous way, she said
it had the mechanisms of being
the perfect parent a parent should
pursue to be.
It would read, every night 'Goldilocks
and the three bears' and though she had
grown up and grown old, it would
continue to read the same book and edition
as she had wanted. To her, listening to a
story was less to do with the story but
more to do with the comfort and reminder
that there is normalcy in her life that
mimics those of the child she had envied
at school. It would always after the
monotonous reading of 'Goldilocks
and the three bears', would include
a joke; "Do you wonder why the bears
had beds? I bet they bearly slept on them",
and though the joke was told a couple
thousand times, she had always giggled
at it's little joke. In the night, It would
close it's eyes, clank.

On one evening, she had invited a
male friend over for the night, it
would stand steadily still, inoperable
until commanded by her. It never
understood her connection to the
male friend, but it wasn't built to
understand. It watched as her mouth
connected to the male friend, it was
built with a action deciphering sequence,
so it determined that she was giving
him Cardiopulmonary resuscitation in a
standing position due to her lack of training.
It continued to let off its whirring sound,
an ordinary day ambient to her ears, but not
so much for her male friend. Her male friend,
in a quick procession of pushing her lips away to
saying "YOU'RE A FREAK. why do you have a
killing machine in your house?" He stormed out
before she even had a chance to explain its role
in her life.

In a stern and loud voice she screamed
'I want you to die!' and it responded in a gentle
voice, "what colour did you want to dye it?",
"******* and die!" she shouted with a flaring red face.
It did what it always does, responded to every command;
"There is no king here. That is an impossible request. Do
you have any other queries?" it had said in the most gentle
and softest voice that seemed almost like a whisper had it
not been monotonous. She shouted once again,
"DIE!" and as routine, it responded "A die is a cube
fitted with numbers to arrange a probability situation.
The sample space of a die is one to six".

She, tired of hearing it, muttered the words that
her late billionaire parents and maids regarded
as taboo; "PERMANENT TERMINATION!
EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY! I don't need you,
I have a cell phone, it does all that you do."

'My job is done'
Said the android
As it closed its eyes
One final time.
**Clank

He looks at me and with a wink
Suggests "why don't we study biology?"
I looked back at him and with a wink,
"Maybe study our chemistry?"
...
   ...
       ...
           Across the room a boy says
"Yall in the wrong class, this is calc"
...
   ...
      ...
He looks at me with a wink and says,
"Want to derive our equations?"
I looked at him with a wink,
"Want to see the gradient of our tangents?"
...
   ...
       ...
The boy speaks again,
       "I think you two were made for each other. Now go into Theology classes and determine whether that's true."

Caught in the clouds,
I'd stare into the grey sky
Just waiting for rain to cascade
From each puff of clouds
To wash away my imperfections.

Eyes on the prize, eyes on myself
As I stare around I've been locked;
Closeted by my own broken closet,
And always saw a scream for help.

Sands across my feet, the warmth
Still indented in my memory; the air
searing against my skin, and the sun
over my ******* body like a storm.

It was the first time, I'd been *******
not by my lonesome, but in public;
And though I still hated my stomach,
It was the first time I'd felt air on my skin,
I'd felt the freedom that the beaches' promise.

All the starving myself in front of a mirror,
could not compare to the joy of running-
through arid sands, stepping into the tepid-
waters all the while not caring that my image;
that my body; that my skin; was inferior.

The lucent beams of the moon could
clash with the burning sun and shine a spotlight
on who I was in that moment, and it would have
garnered no self hatred nor self disgust at
what I saw in the mirror-like waters,
I was not beautiful, I was not handsome but no...
I was human. I needn't need to be anyone,
but myself and my ******* self agreed to that
even more.

While trying to find freedom on a beach,
I found freedom in myself,
And if I had once screamed for help;
That scream is now mute,silent,
For I have found my closet.
Freedom was my closet,
And I drowned in it.

My love for you never faded,
So as the path became saturated,
I found no other reason to go on,
As though I've given up on holding on.

I thought I was always serious with you,
When the green grass turned blue,
I had nothing but a serious mood,
Guess it was just a part of my attitude.

I used a lot of jokes not because I didn't care,
But because I figured thats how to show care,
To cheer you up,
Till the laughter was enough.

My personality won't change,
It might adjust to be serious in situations,
But I am certain it won't change
So you deserve someone better.

I guess my own personal flaw...
But I'm twenty now and walking through new doors.
It was a blessing getting to know you,
and knowing what love is like, i owe it all to you.

You're a great soul,
God will look over you.
-LWKL

Clouds formed a lively smile,
It's ends extended for a mile.
The cloud didn't know pain,
Just waiting to drizzle rain.
Luminescent ray passes through,
And it held together like glue.

Clouds are a strong bond,
Pouring storm on anyone.

I didn't fall in love with you
I plummeted
A thousand feet drop from the summit
Right into your life.
I plummeted in love with you
Now bruised, black and blue
From plummetting for you
I am in love with you
And no one else I'd rather be
In love with.
I love you

When people ask me why I enjoy the company of the stars, I honestly don't have one good answer to explain the sensation of just gazing aimlessly into the night. I guess somewhere between staring at the stars, I am reminded of the light that shines over me, looking right over my shoulders to provide clarity to confusion. I guess why I enjoy the company of the stars is because each speck of star light reminds me of home and home is a place I can be me. I could look at the sun, a star in label but I would be blinded by its scorching brightness that I would not have much of a view. I guess why I enjoy the company of the stars is because when I'm looking at them, I'm pretending that I'm looking into your eyes, the beauty they contain is equivalent in every single way and the reason I enjoy the company of the stars is because I know I would enjoy the company of you under the stars. I was told if I walked a bit further, chased things a lit harder, get lost a little longer that I would find myself but the truth is, I have been lost for almost all of my life and it is you that has found me and in a way helped me find myself. I guess what I'm trying to say is, when I think of home, I think of you and all that you mean to me. I'm nestled in between your arms where no harm could ever come past our walls and it is just you and me in an eternal moment of ecstasy and I realised it is this moment that my hand feels the loneliest, because it is craving the warmth of your hand. My ears is having withdrawals to an unknown substance as it is ringing to hear your voice and my heart is scratching at discs and pressing on buttons struggling to stay on beat as it yearns so hard to be near you.

In a world of 7 billion
We found each other
And that just has to
really mean something
Because from 7 billion
We found our paths crossed
And though we'd lose so much
We were never ever lost.

So hold my hand and see the world
See how out of 7 billion, we made it.
We made it,
Not from pure luck but from the love
Deep within both of us.

They only saw her dimensions
As though there were no curves in her edges
Treated her like she was just a box,
Picking at her the way they would pick at locks,
Trying to steal her internal content,
Showing her how society circles bent,
That if she hadn't followed trends,
There'd be no light at tunnel's end.

So thorns were pricked of the rose,
Leaving her completely exposed,
As though she was part of shows,
Because people only saw her looks.
Roses wilt and wither
And what made her her, vanished with her.
She became a walking advertising sign,
For what it meant to colour within the line.

They never tell you how much patience it takes
to get through the past wrongs and all of the mistakes
I just wanted a simple situation with nary bit of heinous
but they never tell you how it can be so dangerous
holding up the skies, crawling between the cracks,
if they ever try to lie, we'll fall on our backs ready for the attack,
but they never said being in a relationship can be so hard
because one day everything feels so real, and another it's a facade,
I've been kneeling in front of sculptures praying to a god
but all I ever get in return is a resounding nod, an empty gesture
And from all the times i look at it , I hate to be a pester
I'm too strong to walk away but I'm too weak to say goodbye
so please someone tell me what to do because nothing I do is ever right.

You keep doing this to me, on the daily,
I'd walk away if I knew you'd chase me
Because I know I can't ever let you go
Because once you go, you're gone
and there's not a single way to move on
so what am I holding onto
when you don't even know that i want you.
I need you,
scars bleed too
and my heart is hurting more than any scab or wounds
and I'm trying not to point fingers and put the blame on you
but I need to stop the bleeding
so please remind me that you still love me
so please remind me that I may be ugly
But no matter what you'll still always love me
because i seem to have forgotten
maybe my brain is just rotten...

But I love you
and I hope you love me too

This is how the world bends,
We'd found trends,
Before we found friends,
Received emails before we even hit send.

Attached Emails to feelings,
As though catfishers aren't reeling,
The world became their ceiling,
And made nonsense into meaning.

We had transcend,
To only ever depend,
On online content,
To feel content.

In a radius of one hundred miles,
Everyone knows of Gangnam Style,
But it doesn't stop at videos,
Youtube is but one in the rodeo.

Between Facebook, Tumblr and Twitter
Bullies flushed lives into the *******,
Humans became anything other than critter,
As they coated insults with stickers and glitter.

We leapt to Omegle in search of fate,
In the form of company or a date,
But stumbled onto smeared words of hate,
And dudes who liked to *******.

STOP! LOOK AROUND YOU!
The trees are green,
The skies are blue,
Feel the fresh air of the scene.

We are all connected,
Raising populations of infected,
Of a rampant infection,
Known as the internet connection.

She was an artist, a vangogh of modern times,
Illustrating her anguish and despair in red paint.
She was complex, drawing masterpieces from rhymes,
At the same time sketching on her arms till the red became faint.

The more she drew, the stronger her words became,
As the ink on her body became colorless.
She needed no recognition, no fame or name,
But at times her thoughts relapsed and her pen became powerless

The blade she held in her hands,
Contradicted the beauty she wrote in word.
She wrote of red roses, smiles and scenic lands,
But the more she wrote, the less she was heard.

The wounds contracted and reopened, incomprehensible,
Even if she's found other outlets.
Days and nights passed and her words became infinitesimal,
**Blood drenched the tiles, until her body ran out of it.

There's no u in we,
...
There's a u in us though.
...
I'll let you be an ocean and see,
that there's no us in future.
So you better find another suitor.
My sincerest apologies.
...

Theres a thing I can say two U...
"*******"....
--------

That was cold like solid ice,
In other words it's not very nice.
I think you should understand,
We have different life plans.

------

One day, if you gaze into space
if you stare at the stars,
And you remember my face,
Remember that I'm not far.


-----

I'll look into space daze,
Because I will know it has been days,
And I will not feel much,
By how you've treated me as such.

-----

The dust will settle over your eyes,
and you'll realise what you let walk away,
Because the day after today,
You'll understand what the future lies.

----

Bye, I'll remember you clear,
I'll tell tales of you.
So last time my dear,
You'll find something new.

Her : I think we are fated.
Him: I think I fainted.
Her: I hope this loving red doesn't become faded.
Him: Or that both our hearts won't be jaded.
Her: Maybe we could work this rightfully so.
Her: So do you love me?
Him: ****. Poopcakes.
Her: ...seriously dude?
Him: Banana **** ice cream

Girl : Be a little classy say scenery not view
Boy : view, it's a view.
Girl : it's a scenery. A scenic scenery. A memorable scenery.
Boy : You're a beautiful scenery. See **** doesn't make sense.
Girl : That's different.
Boy : What's the difference, that's just a sun. You're much prettier.
Girl : Such a sweet tongue, how many girls hearts have you broken?
Boy : None. Yet...
Girl : One day you'll miss having someone to look at scenic sceneries with.
Boy : I have you for that don't I?
Girl : True that but you'll still miss it when we grow up.
Boy : Who says we have to grow up?
Girl : We all do.
Boy : Nuh uh
Girl : Trust me you'll miss having someone to go look at views with.


One year later

Boy : I already do.

Give up the lass
And I'll give up my mind.
I will give up in
a manner that is unkind.
I've heard your taunting calls;
I've seen your righteous ways
I've seen the way Autumn falls
And I have seen them all.
So give up the lass
And I'll give up myself,
I bid your final mercy and help
To let me give up myself.
I do this not out of love, but hatred;
I've been bruised, burnt and broke
But I've seen your presence long before,
And maybe, I need not see anymore.

Give up your relentless chase;
And I promise I'll give up mine.
Immortality is the farthest illusion
that rests in the depths of my mind.

I try and I try,
But I can never seem to forget you.
I speak to the stars,
Oh how I beg of them to rid my mind of you.
They spoke back through beacons of light,
They said  
             "Your mind may forget them, but your heart surely won't".
I asked them once more,
                     "What do I do?"...
The stars spoke in response
       * "They are like pluto to you, although their label changes,
    their value in your life hasn't change, the beauty they held doesn't change, they haven't changed and the only thing that has changed is what you are allowed to call them. Same way the PLANET Pluto is still in our hearts, they are still in yours"*...

I laid back to bed, completely bewildered by the strange response,
And
......Fell asleep with the thought of you in my mind, and your face in my heart.

I took this name as a tribute to what we used to do;
I took this name as a tribute to nobody but you,
I remember laying under the cover of the stars,
Under the cover of the night sky that sat so far.
I remember being near you, before everything happened;
We spoke a lot, not really sure what the other was asking,
Just a constant chatter over useless dribble of topics
But under the star's light, our problems were microscopic.

I remember the last days, seeing your smile that hid the pain you'd hide,
I wished so hard for what I heard not to be true, every shooting stars,
Every passing cars, praying that you weren't deep underneath;
And then, for the final time, I started counting stars until I cried.

....And there he sat,
            From all the tales we told,
He became the monster we believed he was.

A once gentle soul,
                pressured into upheaval monstrosity,
To become a demon,
                 amongst men.

                       *******, ******* and ****,
Were his names,
           Till he was tired of defending himself,
And became those names he was known for.

Just go...
Doesn't matter where
Just know....
I'll always be there.
So show....
Me your pretty smile
And know
That's how to live a while.

I've been thinking about the word crush
And how you were my first
And how better days became worse.
I sat behind you in English,
Every two p.m Tuesday was a picnic
And I dreaded when the class was finish.
I remember ignoring the world
From all the words the teachers hurled
I heard none of it,
Made fun of it,
to make you laugh.

The only time I ever saw your face
Was on my way to my desk,
But when it came to your fashion sense,
Or your favourite taste
I'd already known them all
Before I even knew you.

You did not look back all year,
Till the end of the year
When you and I were face to face
To tell me
'I've been shy, I wonder if you'd like lunch',
Trying to mask my joy, I giggled
'Yes I'd like that very much, place and time?'

You never appeared,
And that was the end of the year,
So now I know the meaning of the word crush,
I know of how you left my heart to crush,
I could c-the rush before everything fell apart.
You were just a crush.

Curvaceous Katie
Her eyes rained stars
Her smile stopped cars
And though I claim she's beautiful
I am indubitably
Not in love with Katie.

I met her through her friend Tracy
Tracy was the quiet type
But Katie went beyond incredible
The type of girl so attractive
That will drive men to commit Seppuku
But I chose not to fall for her.

I thought she was marvellous
One in seven billion.

Curvaceous Katie
Made the little boys go crazy
Made their little hearts race
Enthralled by a game of chase.

Crazy ken was one of the boys
Who saw Katie as one of his toys
A plaything for lust-filled minds
As though her chest were gold mines.

She wore a smile on her face
And confidence in the form of a bikini
Her ***** wasn’t the least bit tiny.

Crazy ken reflected,
Not sure what he had expected
As he lined his wallet slots with
****** packets
in hopes that in any case
She was feeling up to it,
He would have his *****
become latex encased.

Upon further discussion
A bit of complaining
A bit of fussing,
She comes to agree
On his plan,
After all what good is a tan
If no one can see it.
Crazy ken was certain
That he had packed
His ***** curtain
But as he looked at his wallet
He noticed empty slots
He gestures to Katie,
and decides to ask her,
‘We can still make it occur,
If you lets say were,
To let me go unwrapped?’

She lets out a confidence smile
And held it in its place for a while
‘Buddy, you can go **** yourself’.

She wakes, afraid of being alone.
She sleeps, entering a battlezone.

She walks, dragging along her feet
As though each step is just repeat.

She smiles, aching her own cheeks
To force a fake sign that things aren't bleak.

She lays in bed, afraid to fall asleep
Hoping each conscious breath will keep.

She falls asleep, shuddering from nights before,
Ears ringing of her friend calling her a *****.

She sleeps, entering a battlezone.
She wakes, afraid of being alone.

We danced, coated in the scent of musky sweat,
Entranced by the nature of her husky voice and the way we met,
We locked eyes and I started to get wet,
From sweat and not that other liquid.
Her eyes still on me as she argued and bickered,
With some other dancer who was also a babysitter,
They argued over how to raise a child to be well behaved,
That argument led to the revelation of how her life was saved,
By dancing.

Quick and solemn movements with a little flexibility,
The way she moved had me questioning her mobility.
Was she a natural born or did she develop this ability?
Her hip sways as fluid like she was in a sea of tranquility,
But I couldn't help but think she is beyond my capability...

So I never asked her out.
It wasn't for a lack of confidence but possessing doubt,
But as our bodies moved together out and about,
I could see her eyes giving off an inaudible shout,
She finally spoke to me, a pouring rain after a drought,
"There's so many fish in the sea but I finally found my trout".

"He could not dance",
That was what he was told,
And given a chance,
He might have nothing to behold.

It didn't stop him from trying,
Because upon the dance floor,
He felt as though he was flying,
A bird without wings yet could soar.

To afraid to look a fool, he took classes,
Where he was sat between other dancers,
Attention aroused by female asse....glasses,
He found his one true calling, the answer.

He went upon the floor in stride,
Holding every piece of him up high,
And with every inch of pride,
He let out an ensemble of moves without try.

So if they ever said he could never dance,
Best believe that if he was given a chance,
He could make tears roll down faces,
By the way his body move and paces.

So don't let people define what you can,
Or can't do.

I ventured into the dark night,
Things to be seen and stories to be told,
After all it'll be different at day's light,
So for now I must hold onto every sight,
The beauty of a lonely night in the cold.

Fear has driven me to be afraid,
Not of death, not of disease, but of life
For life meant having bills to be paid,
Bricks after bricks of work to be laid,
And then in search of someone called a wife.

Life is an endless rat race of 'almost' and 'never',
A constant pursuit of how things can be bright,
From love to life we always wanted 'forever',
But this humanly ties I will now sever,
For I ventured into the dark night.