I tried to think of the words that would best describe that game,
I sat and wondered why Arturs had not felt the same.
Then, I questioned if his “opinion” was simply just an act,
Because the game was awfully dreadful, and that's a matter of fact!

What if grass is always greener on the other side
Because it's always raining there?

Too big to call it yours,
Too small to compete.
Not the wisdom from your mouth,
Or the knowledge in your feet.
Never yours nor never mine.
Ours, together.

The stones that had sat, old.
The water's depth surround.
It wasn't fame that we did need,
Just organics on the ground.
See, we are all the one,
A family, you might say.
Sheltered from the sun,
but skies are never grey.

The Shelly Place is ours,
Perhaps, we are the shells.
Perhaps, we are not.
Time could only tell.
Home to the big glass house,
And the massive fish.
A location for a prayer,
Or to make a wish.

It is home.

The time went by too quickly,
And we're all grown up now.
Our lives have become different:
But, at least, we know more how's.
How to distinguish right from wrong;
And venture through life's song,
In a bigger world than the one between
All of our old walls.

As the clouds roll past on the table,
And the words don't spill from my head.
I remember all the days we spent together
And every single word you ever said.
I wonder at times, do you think of me?
And our childhood as it's gone?
To whisper softly in nostalgia,
And, then, continue to go on.

I hope you know you're a piece of me
More than just in my mind..
You make up most of my memories,
Each one that I seem to find:
As I sit here thinking about a theme,
Or a topic, for my poem,
My mind wanders to a place,
I'll forever know as home.

I make the choice to start the plane;
I mount my seat and turn the key.
I join the force in the rain:
To meet a certain destiny.
I know them not, those other men,
Nor enemy, nor ally do I fight.
If I could live it all again
I'd steer away from this final "delight."
I'd banish these thoughts that pois my mind,
And discourage the little man inside.
Too rash I was to leave it all behind,
And venture off to the clouds to hide.
Distant are Kiltartan's men, at noon.
Heartbroken; Margaret and the three;
She may receive the dreaded telegram soon;
Because mine the falling aeroplane shall be.
Through the glass, I can see them ones,
Those times of pain, and those of smiles.
Tears jam in my throat like stones,
As I continue my journey on for miles.
It's clear you question my choice to die,
Needlessly, you assume, within your poem.
But, you see, I just love being in the sky..
It feels a little more like home.

If the days fly past too quickly,
And your heart just shuts it's doors.
You forget the first glimpse you took,
And you look away once more.
Will you still know what I look like?
Will my name still make you smile?
Will everything else be more important,
To only visit me once in every while?
Would you forget all of our conversations,
The ones no one else knows about?
We'll be “Mad Now, Mad 4Ever”
And, ominously, all the elephants will be wiped out!
Do you know how many times, you crawl right into my dreams?
To catch your green-eyed beauty was enough to fall in love, it seems.
You keep on coming back, like a tower in the sky,
You sit your chin upon my head as moments slowly go by.
I know you're mumbling softly, but I do not catch a word.
With my ear pressed to your body, your heartbeat's all I heard.
I continue to share that moment with your presence in my thoughts
Your hands clasped together; around me, is the only image that I caught.
I love how you call me your lady, and I call you m'dear.
And how you wrap your arms around me, as we walk, to keep me near.
I hate how I always wonder if this time you're actually gone.
Or how I simply come to believe I'm somewhere going wrong.
When I seen your face the last day, how lit-up it had got
To meet my face in a crowded place, and ground me to my spot.
There's only this one moment that draws my breath in slow:
We're on opposite sides of the street, both watching each other go.
Your smile is fading out, your figure growing small.
But in all of my memories, I feel, you never walk away at all.
So, just in case you forget m'dear
That the love in my heart is all yours.
I want you to know I'll keep it there,
'till the day you open your heart's doors

I just want the monsters to go back to where they came.
Go away from my bedside, and forget about my name.

I don't want to be haunted, each night when I try to sleep,
Or even become so afraid, that I suddenly begin to weep.

I hate it when it gets dark, and the monsters prowl around,
And my body freezes in the heat, while I hear creaks on the ground.

I fear their capabilities, and all that is unknown.
But, most of all, I hate the way, they're still here, though I've grown.

I try to tell them to go away, quite loud I do shout!
But despite all the chances they get, they simply won't get out..