We were confined, and, yet the earth was free;
we had stopped, and, the earth had spun -
the rivers ran blue, the mountains stood tall;
the air crisp, as though it was brand new;
for once, the earth did not mourn.
BUT
our souls were crying;
our families dying.
Nature had run its course - a course not smooth,
but in time we will heal, sore not sooth;
And maybe one day, we can be free with the earth -
A new adventure, new happiness and new birth.

He smiled to his friend that day, just before bed;

The next morning, he took his life, and there he laid dead...

A man and woman to love is fine,
but the same gender in love is far from divine?

love is a feeling so strong and pure,
for any species, love can be the cure;

so why should these loves be feared?
just because the narrow-minded think its weird?

man and man, woman and woman, woman and man;
everyone should take the stand;

for people to love who they want,
for people to form that special bond;

for freedom to finally take its course,
for love to be the most powerful force;

for the world to see that no matter who you are,
love can take us all so far;

so why should there be fear or hate?
let us not discriminate;

let people love, let them be free;
let people be happy, for everyone to see

You struggled for me;
Made me learn right from wrong;
Taught me numbers, taught me songs;
Fought with me, cried too;
Laughed with me, helped me tie my shoes;
You were my father, from day one,
So happy fathers day - I love you mum.

For nine months you carried me,
protected me from everything, from the largest mammal, to the smallest bee;
I'd crawl around, and then i'd walk,
you smiled at me so bright, especially when I started to walk;
I remember the struggle that we went through,
but it only strengthened you;
I'd then tell you my aspirations, my dreams, my goals,
and you would tell me to go for them, with my heart and soul;
And as a curious child, I wanted to grow up so much,
I wanted to explore the world, take in every touch;

And in my teens, we laughed and cried,
and even when we argued, you'd sit with me when I was teary-eyed;
And even in my teens, you'd brush my hair,
forever showing me how much you care;
And when you cried, I felt every pain,
pulling me down like ball and chain;
Lunch and dinner will always be made,
On the table it would be laid;
The one day you were in hospital, I cried for days,
my world was suddenly ablaze;
But I was so relieved when you came out,
the only thing on my mind was looking after you - no doubt;
but we get through everything together mum,
you will always be my perfect sum;

You will never stop showing me love and support,
your heart for me will never fall short;
And I hope one day I do you so proud,
so I can witness your smile through any crowd;
For you sacrificed so much for me,
more than there is water in the sea;
So this poem is just to show how much I love you,
even though I'm sure you knew;
but mum - you are the best person I have ever known,
and my love for you - so deep it has been sown.

She lies in her bed, crawled up in a ball,
shouting, screaming, internally going through it all;
He stands in the garden, looking up at the stars,
thinking about his grandmother, up there, oh so far;
Another girl lays there, on the road, after her ****,
not wanting to move, scared of every shape;
The six year old watches his parents death,
he saw the blood from the gun, and he saw their last breath;
The ten year old dreams of a family that she draws on rocks,
wearing hardly anything, with just one sock;
He walks miles just for water filled with ******* and dirt,
his back, his body, his mind, so hurt...
But you don't know the struggles people may face,
the struggles which come at such a fast pace;
and they do wish 'if you only understood',
but some things we will never understand, never have, never would;
an unfair life - of course it is,
some of us with utter burden, and some with utter bliss.

Time heals all wounds - or so they say;
From days, to weeks, to months, to years - time should heal?
but the pounding you feel in your heart every night;
the constant rage of fire in your brain;
the sadness that weeps out of your eyes;
the shivers that run down your spine;
And even after what may feel like a millennial later;
that pounding never really fades;
whilst the fire is only controlled, yet not lost;
every now and then a tear is still shed;
and the shivers still haunt you...
so maybe, time does not heal all wounds;
time only allows you to cope;
but the wounds - oh those bittersweet wounds;
they still remain - pounding, raging, shivering...