it
takes
a lot of
desperation
dissatisfaction
and
disillusion
to
write
a
few
good
poems.
it's not
for
everybody
either to
write
it
or even to
read
it.

Please help me to say good-bye,
It's okay to feel hurt, It's okay to cry.

I promise I will not be in pain anymore
I promise that my promises will be sure.

It hurts like hell,
But this is my last farewell.

My soul is now in Heaven
So lay me down in that wooden coffin.

Hold my hand, then let me go
You look at me, then walk away slow

Oh, How I wish I could hold you,
To tell you that my love is still true.

I want to speak and see your face
I long to be held once more in your arms of grace.

A single tear rolls down your cheek,
You can not form the words you want to speak.

You remember the past six years,
The smiles, laughs, even the tears.

I know it will be hard to do,
But promise me you will find a girl just for you.

I have moved on to bigger things,
I received my halo and my wings.

I believe there is a reason for everything,  
Even if we didn't get our spring wedding.

Now I will help you to say good-bye,
It's okay to hurt, it's okay to cry.

I promise I will hold you close in my heart,
There, we will never be apart.

*I promise to keep my promises, my love

I wish I were
your favourite scar

The one that you
enjoy telling stories about
as you run your fingers across

Like a prized possession
you got by accident


*AA

sometimes i wonder
if the world i live in
is one i made up in my head
that exists only for me

and if that’s true
i don’t mind
because the world i’ve created
is filled with madness
but the best madness i’ve created for myself
is you

If I sung you to sleep,
what would you dream?
of mystery and madness?
of love and revenge?
of spiralling staircases, culminating
swiftly in a pool
of swirling fear?

Starfish –
sleep slowly,
sleep soundly.
Stretch bubbly limbs that
are kissed by the shore,
hugged by the sea.

This cove
of creeping creatures,
they slip and slime
like a plastic bag
of goldfish.

What will you dream?
of memories:
when you were swept
away from the sea
to dry on the sand
like a limpet?

Bubbling, giggling,
blobbing starfish:
sleeping, sliding,
slipping out of place,
slipping out
of starfish dreams.

His dark mood was calm
And with a look in his eyes
That spoke of patience.