What do you do, when you go from being someones world
to a confused option? I often find my self curled
in my bed late at night, wondering if I am the right selection.
Now I don't know who I am, I look into my reflection
and I no longer see who I once was.
I see someone happy, and strong, because
he has made my eyes open to new possibilities.
Things I never had imagined could be real in my life,
things I thought were to dangerous to think, is now one large strife.

In the end all I want is his happiness, for him to never frown.
To have him live his life with whomever will never let him down.
Someone who can compliment him in every way,
to help him reach his goals, and never ever betray
his love or care. For he is worth every moment spent.
To be this person I would be willing to reinvent
myself. But if I am still not the one for him,
I would be willing to accept that the future is grim.
That I may maybe doomed to be no more then his friend.
This acceptance would be a very bitter end
to the incredible future there very well could be,
but friendship is better then nothing to this devotee.

Hey kid let’s do something different
Let’s save a library
What do you think?
Will you like to Go and
Spend some time there?

Books love kids, did you know that?
And the kids who read all kinds of books
Are loved the most

And the kids who share stories with their friends
And take them to library are rewarded the most

For nothing absolutely nothing
Can replace a book

Have you ever smelled a book?
Which one smells better,
a new book or an old book?

Did you know that if you keep your favourite book,
Near your pillow at the night
All those who live in the books come alive,
Just to guard you and protect you!

Books are portals to magical world
They can sing, they can dance, and even talk to us,
But to see all that you really really really
have to believe in magic.

No computer  or Television can bring a book down
For a book has a much stronger crown

A library is a garden of books
And only our love for books can save it from the doom
And who knows in which shelf of the library
You will meet that magical book,
That will tell you all about,
The king and his men and
their battle against the giant spiders

And the fairies who fought
With demons and saved the child

And the evil witch with her cauldron full of spells
Bubble trouble bubble double and boom!

And the mountain rock and the mile stone
And why they could never be friends

And have you not heard of the story of Cinderella,
Do you know she loves kids who read about her in books!

And the story of an elephant and a monkey
And a snake who became the best of friends
This goes to prove any one can be your friend
If you really want them to be
And welcome them with open arms

And the pirates of the red sea
Who found a big treasure trove in a faraway land?
And they had to fight with the big snake with a dozen heads

(HEY WHO DO YOU THINK IS A DOZEN?
ELEVENS ELDER SISTER, OR FOUR’S DISTANT COUSIN?)

But the pirates could not take it with them
As the sea was rough,
Hidden under a tree is the map to that island
And if you plant enough trees
One day they will tell you where

And of course who doesn’t know the story of the horse
that ran so fast that he revolved around the sun in just 260 days!
How much time do you think the earth takes?

And do you know what the little pony said when he coughed
Did he say he was a little horse or hoarse?

But before you go to the book of knowledge section
Check your hands
They really do not want anyone to touch them
With hands full of germs
But then every book loves clean hand
I know so because once poodle doodle noodle doo
Scolded me for eating while reading them


And do you know in the last shelf somewhere is a very dangerous book
Do not open or read it without help of the wise
In it lives a demon in an angels disguise
I forgot the name but you can go there ask
For the books on demons (in a hush hush tone)
For you never know how many of the demons spies
Are in the books around


**Do you not hear the books from the libraries calling you?
They want to be your friend,
Will you?

I know I shouldn't think about you
but I do.

It's four o'clock in the morning and I should be far away from this bed
in the land of dreams where anything can happen

Yet I still lay here, replaying your words in my head over and over again
and memorizing each dreadful sentence you spoke

You are a writer, and I guess that I am too
but my thoughts can't pour down onto paper half as well as yours do

Not only can you write though
heck, you can even talk

I've listened to you speak of your hopes and dreams, your past and sorrows
and to be quite honest, it didn't matter what you spoke of

Because every single word flowed out of your mouth so beautifully that I was mesmerized
even if they were words that I didn't want to hear

I... just don't think we're right for each other at this point in time.
Don't you understand? Don't you feel the same way?

Of course I understand.

I knew all along that I would never be good enough for you
a person of such beauty, such wisdom, such potential

I think you're beautiful and have so much potential for greatness but I don't think you see it.

Beautiful?
I am not beautiful

I am scared
scared of life and everything in it

I am empty
my heart feels as if it has shrunk down to nothing and I'm numb

I am unworthy
there is not another human being on this earth who could ever be satisfied with someone like me

I'm sorry.

Now, with the tears pouring down my face
I realize that I hate myself

I hate myself for never being good enough
or smart enough, or beautiful enough

But most of all
I hate myself for knowing that I deserve this

*Goodbye...

Don't
tell me
you've lost
hope
as you
look at me
with
desperation.
Liquid
diamonds
escape your
eyes
and flow
down
rosy
cheeks.

But
I saw the
shimmer
of light
through
your
black
soul
and that's
when
I realized
that
coldness
doesn't
belong
in the heat
of your
smoldering
heart.

You're
a beautiful
mess
torn between
demons
and angels,
darkness
and light,
hope
and
despair.

Maybe
you need
to take
another look
at yourself
and see
the things
I see.

Like
the way
your eyes
fill with
wonder
as you
speak of
waterfalls
and sunsets
and those
nighttime
adventures
at 3:00
in the
morning
when you
give in to
insomnia
because you
think
too much
and I know
it hurts
but I say,
stop.

Free
your
lovely
mind,
be at
peace
with
yourself
and
maybe
you'll
sleep
tonight.

But
before
you do,
remember
that I saw
the light
in you
when you
were at your
darkest
moment.
It radiates
off you.
It illuminates
you.

Darkness
doesn't
belong
in the fire
of your soul.
So ignite the
flame and
don't let
the spark
die out
because
if it does,
then I'll die,
too.

But
don't
tell me
you've lost
hope
because
hope is
what got
you here,
hope is
what made
you stay,
and hope is
what I have
for you
that one day
you'll see
yourself
the way
I see
you.

I love yo more every day
I need you less every night
Do you see the pain you cause?
Apparently  Not

How can you see .... and not see?
How can you hear .... and not listen?
How can you love ...and not feel?
What's your problem?

I am not a floor mat
I am not a door
I am a person with a heartbeat
I am some one who matters

Who are you?