You are my friend
My spirit and soul
You will grow wise
Before I grow old

Youve been There with me
from my favorite start
And now, my good friend
You are falling apart.

Those tiny buds blossom;
Like miracles,
Or prayers from the dead.
Uncurling like a baby's fist
White then pink then red.
I forgot how I missed
Those precious beads of life
A transient ode to the suns' first kiss
An end to unending winter,
death, and strife.
The start of new life.

Late night resolutions
Never seem to stay;
As though the wings of my dreams
Carry them away.

I meant to get up early..
And woke an hour late.
And in my rush I forgot
To eat healthy from my plate.

And by the time I got to school,
Looking like a giant fool
The homework due, I didn't do
And on my PJ's, spots of drool.

And though it didn't go as planned...
I swear, tomorrow- this is no lie!
Ill get out of my soft warm bed
Well....at least for once I'll actually try

Probably.

I would write about love
If I knew what it was
My prince is just lost....
Its the most probable cause

I've never been held
All through the night
Or had what he says
Make me feel right

I've heard of love though;
Deep, strong and slow.
You know, the kind
That can stand against time

Or like fireworks so bright
Passion in the night
Sweet love in summer
To make your heart flutter

When you look into eyes
That can see though your soul
Or be held in the hands
That make you feel whole

Its better to have loved and lost
Than to never haved loved at all.
But I ask, what's worse?
Your heart ripped out
Or empty forever.

Big and fluffy
clouds drift by
Just like icebergs
In the sky

Im glad that planes aren't boats

Phosphorescent butterflies
Drifting softly in the skies
Time just seems to pass them by
We call them stars;
I don't know why

To take a life
(Like crush a bug)
It's just a fly...
I made it die

I just crushed a bug.
It was crawling on my bed.
It had no chance,
And now it's dead.

Run, jump, skip, eat;
Snore, lie, dream, sleep.
Drum, strum, sing, bleat;
Recite, replay, retry, repeat.

Read, write, spell, teach;
Speak, say, lie, preach.
Greet, talk, text, flirt;
Help, hide, change, hurt.

Stars are the thing
That will be
From now until
Eternity

In the morning I wake
To the malicious swearing
of my wretched clock

The tracks of my tears
         *   Tearing
Lines of lies down my face
Like bars on a cage
And I'm trapped
And escape is so far away
I can't see a glimmer of hope
But rather, shades of grey.
I remember birds
And how far they can fly
But my wings are broken,
So why bother try?
And when my jailor comes I hide.
Because I *know
Who.
He.
Is.
And I can't bear it.
So I hide.
But I can't lie, not to myself
I can try to deny
But in the end I know
How useless that is.
Because under that horrible mask
Is not some monster in the dark...
But, I suppose it is.
And under that mask
My disguise
Is a cage of lies.
Where I sit and I cry
Because I know.
I put myself here.
*and I can no longer escape

A poem isn't like somthing,
It is.
A poem is everything
Or nothing at all.
A poem does not need to rhyme,
Just because.
A poem can be anything
   -a fear or a dream
But a poem by an artist
Is a work of art.

Sometimes I lie in bed and dream
Of summers' vanilla kiss
And of fields of colours
As cotton fluff drifts beside
The racing iridescent bubbles

Sometimes I remember
The soft sway of orange and yellow leaves
As they spiral through moss-smell
and sunbeams in fall

And sometimes I laugh
When I think about the sparkling sugar
And sharp bite of snow
As I tumble into the house for cocoa,
bright-eyed and exhausted

But sometimes I search for tomorrow
The soft green bursting
Around splashes of rainbow fairy hats,
Dusting the sky with the smell of happiness
And shimmery yellow sun drops dancing
Over hazy parks

And sometimes I watch
The cotton- fluff clouds float by
And breathe the clean smell of wild waterfalls and icecream,
To the distant music of bumble bees
And laughter
And sometimes I smile
And dream
And let the sun warm my face
Until the blackberry brambles
Whisper my name to the breeze

Walking through the busy streets
A stranger.
My home.
I get tossed and thrown
Through the surging crowd
Is this my home?
I open my eyes
To watch like a child
The streets,
The sky.
Curious eyes see dragons soar
Above the raging current of faceless people
It never looked down,
And neither do I.
The dirt on my shoes
Or the wind in the stars?
I soar.
I am the dragon
Distant and watchful
I guard with lazy eyes
My stranger.
My home.
The people surge past me
A pulsing, writhing mass
They move as one.
Patterns and colours swirling
Everybody wants to be somebody.
To stand out.
I am a dragon.
A secret dragon.
I don't stand out though,
I fly.
And they will never catch me.

What is this place
Where I am;
The people are so strange.
They glide around
With too many words,
But not one kind exchange

A million stars twinkle
Above me as I lay
Upon this field of dewy grass
So cold and yet I stay.
A million eyes are winking
A billion opals gleam
And I just lay here thinking
About this waking dream

This choice before me lingers
It transmogrifies the air
And resonates inside me
With what's already there.
The wind around me whispers
The stars begin to dance
The grass beneath me shivers;
I found myself, at last

How soft you are
On my nose
When it runs
And when I blow

Pulled from a box
Like a magic mans hat
Clean as my conscience
(But don't ask about that)

The whispering willow
Murmurs secrets to the trees
Which are whisked away softly
By the sweet wild breeze

A candle  in the
Dark           Like a
Ligh              Tbulb
In a                  Box
Flick               Ers
Until t        He bat
           Terys
            Run
            Out

Darkness falls like snowflakes
It drifts down soft around you
Cold and mysterious
Sleepless and delirious
In a shroud of wordless peace
And sweet release

Oh take me where the people are
And let me run and play
I won't be here for long, I think
But maybe for a day

A glaring call breaks my sleep,
My dreams not mine to keep.
No food today.

I gaze at warriors, my friends
Our wits and wills to break or bend.
We pay another day.

My lips do drip a poison red;
Let loose the lie my life has lead,
My words are knives to slay.

But my every armoured plate
Are prison clothes I can't escape,
And with my heart I pay.

A piece! A price!
My petty life
To waste away
And lies to say
And lies do sway
My enemies
*And me.