I could pore out a cryful river
To bring him back
Would be a winner
But he not here now
Other's didn't appreciate him like me and others
Well miss yuo best poet
That this wurld has erve known
Well miss yuo hopeless romantic
Now yuos gone
Fly
Baby fly to your happy place
Where noone can hurt yuo
Or smack your beautiful face
You've been hurt to time many
But now yuo can't be
Bekause udders were hurtful
Though I know you forgave dem
But yuo still loved
Despite players and liar's
Maby now they'll think of you
As you gave all for their attire
But now again as I said
You fly with real wings
I can't believe I shocked
To hear you left us so early
Yeah I heard you took your life
I didint wanna hear
I thought all lies
Til the call from my bf ended wit tears
I'm missing you know
Soon the world will all know
A true poet of this world
The best I did know....

R.I.p baby boy.  .... Wish I kuould of known yuo more. But. I knew enough to know you were wonderful

Here is my version of a paradigm shift,
Socratic questions if you get my drift.
Why did God make the Universe elliptical?
To make an Aussie football, not spherical!
Why did God make football? See here,
To make men miserable, my dears!
Why did God make beer?
To make men happy, my dears!
So, some intelligent chappies here,
Taking beer to the football, no fears,
Now they're miserable and happy dears!

No one gets married knowing they'll divorce.
No one starts something knowing it'll eventually hurt.
For "togethers" was sparked by love,
and its death shall end w/ love.
Loving yourself.
*"It's enough, my friend..."

I'm stuck with writing poems just to forget what we really were about
Words are bringing me so deeply insane
And I don't think I could look myself again.

So I write this poem to you for the last time
I don't think any words to rhyme
Cause my heart sinks into
Thinking the day spend without you.

Each word is unique in its own way

They can make you feel emotions

Words can be out strongest weapons

I love you is by far the strongest

I can make or break people

Be careful when you use words

It can ruin important things in your life

Taunting bones

poke through thinly stretched skin

bruising flesh like dropped apples

You sliced your finger-tip off

in the process of

cuting out the

core

and
you will know space
as an intelligent resource

so discovered
through the power
            of the pause



MChallis © 2015