Dear rude advertisers,
Stop advertising yourself on someone else's piece,
Like the creator put all the blood sweat and tears into their work and it's not for you to just pop in and try to profit from that regardless of whether the creator has a large following or not, it is still extremely annoying.

Be courteous,
If you really want to promote yourself there are decent ways of doing so, privately message the creator, be nice and express yourself properly instead of trying to feed off someone else's energy and hard work. I repeat, it is annoying.

"Who calls their child wallace"

"The same"

"The same what?"

"The same sort of people that called you a blessing when you were born"

I'm on the road to destruction
And its a yellow brick road

Does death inspire you?
His preciseness?
His skill?
His unpredictability

The way he may come in winter
but then leave us be till summer?

Does death inspire you?
with his cool demeanour
and shaded eyes
the way he never gets up
and just keeps going

Does death inspire you
to live and be you?

What captures someone but does not take them to prison?

Sometimes our hearts want to sing
But our brains are tone deaf

"Thy tongue lovest the taste?"

"I don't know,no one ever gave me stars to taste"

"Sad is that.I hope it wasn't too late"

"I tasted frogs
I tasted darkness
Even lately
a little madness
I tasted sorrow
I tasted greed
But no one has given me stars till tomorrow"

Forgetting,is a gift
but I never got the chance..
You were just ripped from my memory

Before you take me
Read my side effects
You need to know whats coming next
"Anger,irritation,chest pains and sleepless nights"
Trust,with me you won't be high like a thousand kites
You will get no buzz
You will get no excitement
Nothing will be of enchantment
What you will get will be pain,insomnia,difficulty breathing
Because my burden is just so heavy it could stop your breathing
You may go a little deaf from my constant singing
Your ears would be blooding ringing
And finally the chest pain
You won't wish to remember my name
Because your heart would be broken in vain

Sometimes it's best to give the weaker vessel a win of a battle so the disappointment after the war will be greater

In the morning with the bright rays,come my first thoughts:

count
count

Then its time for breakfast
count faster
count faster

By lunch I am clutching my hair
Did miss anythig?

Dont forget to count
Dont forget to count

Time for dinner....but I messed up my counting!
count
count

Oh no
....
I had too much

Your lips find my very weak spot
And I tingle
Does this make ashamed or should it? I do not know yet I cluster myself together to give you more
Then the blackness settles as the euphoria momentarily blinds us
Our other senses of the world suddenly unknown to us as only the clenching and unclenching of our bodies is what we know
Our knowledge suddenly becomes limited
And we can only speak words of "you" "I" and "love"
Bodies were not made to express this length of work and I am sure we indefinately destroyed ours, but we do not seem to mind as we push through
Hips connect and eyes roll as creatures from celtic and godly realms rejoice at the meeting of our minds,souls and bodies
They speak confused as to how such a connection can even be humanistic or even possible
You and I unaware of this attention, carry on and heave but for us it is not an unpleasant sound but one that let's us know the end is yet to come.

My ribcage has fluttered open,and I can feel my soul leaking out.

My heart is exposed to the harsh winds
and no word proceeds from my mouth

I'm on my knees however so I can hide from humanity

So I can hide that I'm in the clutches of insanity.

"Hello there" the figure cooed, looking down at me with my large brown eyes
"I'll be here with you for a long time" the figure promised as I listened to bottles smashing and screams sounding

"I won't let you go" the figure insisted as my pigtails bounced up once I hit the wall.
My puffy face seeming to be calmed as I was told"we have a while together"

But then I grew taller, I did not know how it happened, I did not mean to.

And as I grew the figure saw me less each day, and suddenly when my feet could easily touch the ground as I sat on my swing, the figure was gone,breaking it's promise it made seventeen years before and leaving me because it said "I am innocence and you do not need me anymore"

African woman,
It always seems as though you were defeated from the day you were born

As though you were born silent
Born with weaker bones
Born with weaker souls

But they lied.
You have not been defeated my Queens
Your voice echoes through your kingdoms
Your bones are firm and do not waver when they sink into the soil
And your souls, how vibrant they are
And how blinding they can be

Starved emotionally and physically the hunger ignites my crazed desires

Unspoken words linger under my tongue and my eyes holds many fires

I quench it all with just a drop of water

Trying to save my strength for later

Starving emotionally and physically

Because you killed all my desires to be full

The bed was soft I didn't want to get up.The cool of the night just too much to let go off.

The children always come out with their mother,who is calling on me now,her glowing lips alluring

"Its time for work"even when she is pestering me I still find her beautiful

I know I'm not the only one however to lust after her beauty,after all each night people gaze at her making me realize how lucky I am to have her.

She calls again.This time a little angrier

"I was awake all night.Now its time you got up for work"

She was right,her eyes had not shut through out the night,her pale complexion dazzling people.

And the children always go with her at night
.but I guess it would be strange to see us together.

The bed feels like clouds and I really don't wish to get up,I can already feel her fading away to give room for me.

Its time for my show.Just like her people crave what I give,my heat also holding a luster,but unlike her I have a fragile ego and don't think too highly of myself so I don't like people gazing at me.

Some fools though still try to stare me down though I always win.

Shes coming to bed now,I know she couldnt breath through work.

I can hear her tucking in the children.Its like we have millions of them.
One by one their little voices give in to slumber

And I realize its my time for work
I blow her one last kiss.holding my breath

"Look out world,here comes Mr.Sun"

During the day,it is covered by the facade of crazy people on full streets.
People who would gently snap your neck if you too do not beat to their hostile drums.
People who are dying in their skins but still plaster that red lipstick and wear those ripped jeans.
People who crave festivals and cry out to favourite songs.
People who want to be saved,but don't know why.

Then at night,it begins to break free from its shell,lights come on and brighten the blurred scene making it look like a one of a kind painting that has swallowed light.
The people are replaced by stars,but you still see the headlights of some sleepless people,chanting as they carry on with their dreary chores.
The breeze the only authenticity melding with the mist as dawn slowly begins to break away from dusk.
And then,it is awake again.

Notice how the voice that tells you you're beautiful
Is nothing but a little whisper

But the voice that explains all your flaws
Is the one that can be heard above a storm,
Above the sound of heavy machinery,
Above the sound of your heart

I'm the crack on your lips during winter.

I'm the prickling heat against your skin during summer.

I'm the tickling breeze against your bones during spring

I'm the orange and red that dot the leaves and make your eyes crave the beauty during fall

I'm all seasons,and I'm everywhere.

I never phantomed that highs could end
That the euphoric smoke that clung to my soul could simply be blown away by the absence of your kiss

I never phantomed that ghosts were behind me, waiting until my heart was vacant so they could inhabit, this happened because of the absence of your gaze

I never phantomed that my chest could feel this heavy,as though stones found themselves ashore and crawled in while I slumbered, this was because of the absence of your touch

I never phantomed that my light could be dimmed, that I the brightest star in the sky could suddenly become the least favourite amongst the gods because of the absence of you

And so I wait, a cast out star,worn out, tired and dimmed my glow taken and my hands astretched, for you whose absence meant the end of my reign in heaven and the end of who I am

The sun was just enough that day
And not because I could feel it on my skin
No,it was barely visible
But because it merely existed
So too the singing of the birds brought about a euphoric dance within my eardrums
And I pictured these birds in every colour,including some that unicorns only dream about
I appreciated the pavement beneath my red worn shoes and the way gum stuck to it for dear life,afraid to fall into itself
And I appreciated you.
You hadn't said a word.but you were just standing there
And that was enough. Always

So many cords..
All tangled.
This was you
And I didn't know where to start from to set you free

You are many colours
Even exceeding that of a rainbow
Your eyes shine bright with the past experiences that no man can know
Your hands delicate yet strong
A true rogue flower that is beautiful yet capable of unknown strength
You are a wonder
A rarity in this disturbed world
A true fascination always ready to catch those stumbling
A true rogue flower
Though I write this with sleepy eyes
And a pain that makes me double over
Thinking of your purity in a tainted world feels me with joy not even the stars know
A true gem in a large universe
I thank you for being a true friend

Bewitched are you
maiden of hell
Cast out in your drenched robes
for kingdoms you fell

Onyx eyes
and precious lips
Thinned hands
but luscious hips

Bewitched now
are those around
Captivated now
by your transfixing sound

Raising them up
to believe your every word
Watching them kneel
As they crown you lord

I hear the cockreles signaling night is gone
Saying 'wake up you slept for too long'

Being with me is like following a moth
when you could be chasing butterflies

I felt something last night, a body against mine
It was real but like a dream at the same time
I was struggling, I was petrified
I was shaking and fearfully cried
Last night there was too much body contact
Last night was not a dream

They're intimately ****** symbols of love that are easy to display and leave a lasting emotional impact.

I'm like a coloured bottle
You shake it and hear there's something there,so you decide to have a taste
But when u like the flavour and want another taste,you discover Its empty

Philosophers look for the truth
Lawyers look for the truth that suits them

I never meant to fall in love with you
But I did
I let the music of your soul lure me into sleep
And the slumber is good
But I also never meant for you to be so weak
For me to lay awake in bed and dream off days when your feet can touch the ground and you won't stumble
For when you are free

I never even meant to meet you,it just happened on a day my tears were not lucid enough
When my ribs hurt from the constant pain of my agonies
And there you were, but who were you?I did not know but I am glad I wanted to know
so please don't leave me..I  still need the stable grip of your hands and the warm kiss of your lips
Please,because losing you would unravel who I have become

This is not a poem but a thank you.To all those who ever read my poems or liked them.Those that followed me and messaged me.Those that reposted my work and added them to collections of wondrous bliss.Thank you,without you  my motivation wouldn't exist so strongly

I stalk,
And then I find you in my belongings
I find you between age old books as a stained piece of paper unbelonging in the chapters
I find you behind a photograph stained and almost unrecognisable, I find you there as worn out ink and there I try to read you but fail oh so miserably
I continue to search for you, find you and lose you again in the mass of my clutter while the clock ticks on waiting until I find you again

Just be air
Just be sky
Just be grassroots and tired flowers
Just be sun and moon and stars
Just be rivers and streams and seas
Just be pain and heartache
Just b3 wondrous and unattainable
Just be hopeful and hopeless
Just be

I was used to the beep...the beep of the smoke alarm in my body,telling me my heart was on fire again and burning vibrantly and happily.

I took that for granted and now all I feel is the dying fire and the embers that are losing their glow.

.........*
               *Nope,I got nothing

A person like you does not exist
If they did then the air would be sweeter
And the grass would be greener
The sky would be clearer
And happiness would be nearer

A person like you does not exist
If they did hospitals would be empty
Everyone would be off duty
There would be peace and no more mutiny

So a person like you is too good to exist
If you did the world would rip you apart

I wake to the sounds of birds.and I can't find it beautiful.
I watch as the sun streams in.and I can't find it beautiful.
Life hustles around me and I can't find even the smell of roses beautiful.
Someone comes in,their smile fixed in place.they tell me good news.Should I find this beautiful?and yet no matter how hard I try,things that once excited me as a child only make me realise there is no positive without a negative.
And so to me,nothing is beautiful.

Take your journey with a pen

Deleting this account goodbye to every friend or foe I met on here.

The moon turned it's eye when we hid to kiss
While the sun would blare it's rays in a dance for us
And how the stars would applaud when we made love

Underneath the stars

A million miles from mars

The sky cracked

But with no scars

Blinded by the beauty and the twinkle

The stars in my dreams.

I wake to reality

Into the void skies

I clutch my heart

As it quickly dies

No twinkle

No little

No star

All alone

To wonder who we are

The dark sky

the lonley moon

It will come crashing down all too soon.

Sometimes my heart is a strong as a mountain

Other times it shares the unstableness of jelly

Sometimes it can withstand sub zero temperatures

Other times its just not that lucky

Sometimes it makes a coat for itself trying to prove to the world it can cope on its own

Other times...most times it just shivers in the british cold.

You linger in my nose and make my nostrils burn.
My eyes begin to blur and my tongue begins to hurt.
But as I keep forcing myself to stare at the night sky with that jar in my hand.Its like I can.almost forget.

I was meant to be your crutch because you bruised your legs..
Yet I walked away just as you were about to put your hand on my shoulder
The voices steered me away and even though my heart relentlessly told me to go back and pick you up, the voices muffled it's sound
Even as my soul also told me you were on the floor..unsupported.my head was fixed to the front
You always thought I was the strongest fighter ever to be born to this earth
But I wasn't.. I failed
I let some whispers that were all in my head dictate how I cared for you and that is not right.
Poetry may not solve this...maybe nothing will but maybe one day you will let me dust off the dirt that gathered when you fell

To be wed is a beautiful thing
Heart bursting with the butterflies that have grown since you met your true love
Eyes filled with so much joy and magic that it feels as though you may just be living in a film, a fairytale
Everything is spinning so fast, yet at the same time it feels as though everything is turning ever so slowly so you can enjoy each second of every moment.

And in those moments you realise you are truly to be wed.
To be tied to someone till eternity and beyond
To be bound heart by heart and soul by soul to another individual that has become your life.
You realise all else will fall hoplessely away like nonentities and all that will then be left will be this person you are to carry with you forever
To be wed is a beautiful thing and it is an experience all who go into are nervous about yet endlessly happy of the notion

For the first time in my life,I've decided to see.
Not see with just my eyes,I mean look beyond with my ears and my heart.
I'll listen in the morning when I wake up,I'll drown out the sound of my alarm clock.
I'll listen when I'm having a shower,carefully hearing the sound of the water drop.
I'll listen as I fry some eggs and toast some bread.
I'll listen for things that lay beyond the surface.
And when I get outside for the fresh morning air.I'll listen too the wind,the birds,the dogs,I'll listen to life.

Never befriend a snake
yet I befriended you

Be idle today and pray
Or create furiously
Whichever you choose know that this is only the beginning to show them what we are truly capable of