I was told it would end in pain,
That I would regret what I had done,
I was messing around it was part of the fun.

I stuck it to my head,
My hair will never look the same,
I stuck it to my belly multiple times,
I had red marks,
Like I'd been stung a thousand times.

I tickled my foot,
Laughter was erratic and rather loud,
I joked and put  it on my lips,
Wrong move there red and swallow now.

I thought it a joke by putting it on my piece,
Don't worry its off no harm to my man meat,
Then to my horror the dog jumped up,
And on went the switch.

My laughter was short lived,
As it was on suction,
  Not blowing it out.

It felt good for a second,
Pleasure a two second smile,
Then it ****** up my bits meat vegetables and all,
I screamed out in pain,
The dog chasing the meat as it went up the spout.

Now my name is renowned for the ****,
He lost his bits and his *****,
They were stitched back on,
But know I will not go near the hover,
Traumatised by what it did to my privates,
Its under the stairs
I use a brush on the floor now.

My jacket it is a snug fit,
It has shiny buckles,
They gleam in the light,
Above my head.

I have to wear this,
It is my blanket at night,
It comes in one colour,
Bright white.

I may struggle,
But this jacket
I will live in the rest of my days,
I see them looking through
My window in to my World.

All white like my jacket,
Padded walls,
comfy floors.

They think this will calm my thoughts,
But I just see red,
Anger,
Blood,
Hate.

I will always wear my jacket,
I will stay here for the rest of my days,
I love my jacket that I wear each day and night.

A thief stole my heart,
Now there is just empty space,
She said she was taking care of it,
And then put it in its pride of place.

Something was different,
I felt different inside,
What had she done,
What was this I felt deep inside.

She looked at me,
And spoke to my face,
I have filled it with love,
With feelings where none did exist.

I never stole it,
You gave it freely to me.

My heart now beat a new tune,
The flow of love was now deep inside.

A thief I thought had stole my heart,
But I had given it freely,
Now she has filled it with her love,
And its a feeling I feel deep with in my heart.

I have a story to be told,
Will you listen to the words,
Or be the person that reads aloud.

It has imagination,
Lands and places to visit anew,
The people you meet,
Are part of the experience your going through.

There are villains and hero's,
Who will save the day?
The man or woman,
A gold fish named Steve
You decide.

I will get your imagination in full burn,
Will you read some more,
Or put me down,
As its getting late,
As you give in to the yawns.

I will always be there for you to read,
I am a book,
There are many flavours,
Thriller,
******,
Graphic novels to,
You are the reader you decide,
Which book suits your mood.

Blue angels surround us,
To take away the pain.
Help always given to those in need
The poorly never turned away.

We lie in beds silence surrounds,
Voices spoken quietly,
Not to wake others around.

Wheels heard in the distance,
Clanging around,
Anticipation from the hungry,
As food is distributed out.

Those not on solids,
Mushroom soup,
orange juice given out.

Relief given to ease those in pain,
Soothing the aches of whom had surgery,
To numb any discomforting pain.

Blue angels walk the halls,
Just a touch of a button away,
They do there jobs professionally,
Looking after those who are in there care.

For those lying in there beds,
The nurses are there blue angels
They walk around their ward,
Because they really do care.

In the silence of the night,
You and I alone by the fire.
This rift between us, clear as day,
But cold as our hearts.

In tears, we learned love,
In pain, we fought the odds.
But tonight in this silence
We let ourselves undone.

Blow out these candles,
Let me see you in the dark.
All along, we held ourselves back,
Now let our hearts decide.

Blow out the candles,
Let me look into your eyes.
In this darkness, I'll find,
What we lost along the path.

Blow out the candles,
Its just you and me, tonight.
In this silence we'll lie still
And let our souls entwine.

If my life was like a egg timer,
I would be born,
Have a child hood in seconds
My teenage tearaway would last moments then pass.

I would look back as the seconds past,
And think of things,
I could have done in those moments past.
Then my time would nearly be done,
My life has been a wild time of seconds and moments.

But the moments are over,
The grains have run out,
And as the timer is turned,
A new life is created
As the seconds pass and their life is lived out.