Baby its cold outside,
Lets go turn up the heat.
Maybe kindle some pillows,
Make a fire of your sheets.

Throw on some blankets,
Build up the heat.
There's a hotter side of me,
That I want you to meet.

It might snow or sleet,
A long winter storm,
But tonight I can promise,
I'll be keeping you warm.

Slowly, slowly,
It is seeping.
Losing life,
Softly beeping.

Glowing fainter,
Every flash,
Slightly dimmer,
Than the last.

All I need,
Is a minute more.
Just sixty seconds,
I implore.

It has taken too long,
Life is ending.
Reaching the limit,
No relenting.

The screen goes dark,
Realize my dread.
The line goes flat,  
My phone is dead.

Can you hear it coming?
The rhythm of the drumming?
It thunders loud in my ears,
Confirming all my fears.
Realizing my dread,
By morning we will be dead.

It is inescapable,
We are totally incapable,
Of meeting this demand,
This is our final stand.
We have not long left to live,
And only our lives left to give.

So prepare yourselves.
Clear your shelves,
Sweep the floor,
Then file out the door.
Bring nothing along,
But strength and a song.

Straight and steady,
Prepared and ready.
Prostrate on the ground,
Wait, wait, for the ending sound.
Don't hide and don't you run,
This life is nearly done.

Rolling meadows drenched in white,
Floating fields of such delight.
Just breath in the sultry air,
Soak it in without a care.

Lots of little children's feet,
Have left the track with printed beat.
Your bare feet, not fleet as those,
Love the dust between your toes.

Drop down now amidst the flowers,
You won't be missed for several hours.
Lie on your back, look to my sky,
Don't you think, don't wonder why.

Pull a daisy from the ground,
Plenty more, all around.
Pluck petals, small and fair,
Watch them drift off through the air.

Hold against your tickled nose,
Scent sweeter than any rose.
Innocent smiles light your face,
Reflecting the beauty in this place.

Petals fallen in your hair,
Fuzzy bees flit through the air.
Butterflies on painted wing,
Float as though on broken string.

High above the clouds pass by,
Imagine shapes, if you try.
The sun beats down on summer skin,
Warming your heart, from within.

Pull more daisies from the land,
Hold them gently in your hand,
Squeeze them softly against your chest,
They won't mind if you rest.

Footsteps raise you from your sleep,
Rising out of dreams so sweet.
But it's alright, smiles crack,
He's holding daisies behind his back.


A girl asked me for a poem about daisies. I complied.

You and me,
Just wait and see.
You'll never believe,
What we could be.

Our hearts align,
It's in the design.
I don't know yours,
But you know mine.

You might be scared,
But if you dare,
I can show you,
How much I care.

Your beauty defies,
My very eyes.
Don't you blush,
I don't tell lies.

I'll never demand,
To hold your hand.
Let's take it slow,
You're in command.

When it's right,
You'll feel that light.
That's when you know,
We will be alright.

It's you and me,
Just waiting to see,
What this love,
Might turn out to be.

Tickle torture,
Pillow fight,
Midnight scorcher,
Summer night.

Lighting bugs,
Croaking frogs,
Loving hugs,
Burning logs.

Scary stories,
Nervous laughter,
Starry glories,
Shortly after.

Heaven's floor,
Billion lights,
Living for,
Summer nights.

"If it was meant to happen,
Then it will happen."
Thus the excuse for your failed dreams.
But this, a lie, is not how it seems.
Things do not just magically occur,
No, you don't just magically procure,
What you need. What you desire,
It doesn't happen, wishes don't inspire.
Get off your ***, do it yourself.
You get what you want, and nobody else.
Don't just wish and hope and wait,
Take an active role in your fate!
You must do it, seek it out,
Stop thinking so much, eliminate doubt.
Praying, hoping, wishing it true,
Won't get as far as a determined you.
So stop believing that "it will be."
End this torturous "wait and see!"
Say what it is that needs to be said,
Get those desires out of your head.
One person decides on "meant to be."
That person is you. Now try it, you'll see.