Poetry is like fresh water
Quenching the thirsty soul
Once placid lake, the heart
Every word creates a ripple
Moving me to the core
My feelings and emotions
Travel with the soft wavelets
Arousing my fascination
Sweet as nectar
The creativity pond
Plunging in poetry everyday
To taste the fresh sweetness
Of poetic water
Being on this island
Surrounded by the words
Where I can take a swim
In any weather
An eternal source of joy
Where I can drown
To rejuvenate myself

I've been wanting to leave,
Being forced to stay,
I'd have less hassle,
Throwing life away;
No cards left to play,
Preparing for the storm,
Forever a rainy day.
Always In doubt,
You don't need to know,
What your life's about,
It's irrelevant.
Wanting to pack,
To be held back,
To see things postpone,
Left a message,
After the tone.
To support United,
Forever alone.
Should have known,
Pain from your pillow,
Cuts right to the bone.
That's where scars are left,
That mustn't be shown.
Not the strength to stand,
Head buried in the sand,
But you are not alone,
Please lend me your heart,
Hold out your hand,
When it's already written;
To be expected,
To have no friends,
To feel rejected.
Where can I see,
my journey painted,
I want to know,
Why I was ever created.
Drawing a picture,
Leaving her tainted.
There are feelings there,
That I can't control.
Producing her being,
To find holes in your soul.
Lost forever,
In cold weather,
Among fields of green,
The most beautiful eyes,
that had never seen,
The colours of the stream,
So angelic and clean,
Please take me back,
To Those Fields,
The Fields,
Of Green.