Wake up screaming in the night,
Constantly terrified by my own creation.
My brain knows exactly how to hurt me.

I hide my poetry from everyone,
Every piece from my dark twisted poems,
To my nature expressions.

I'm not sorry for writing them,
But I'm embarrassed to show,
What I do in my spear time.

Maybe it's because I think they will judge me
Or because I don't like my own work.
Maybe they wouldn't like it.
It's my biggest secret
That I guard with my life,
Like it's the most important thing.

I've never been normal,
But it's weird even for me right?
Even if it's my best poem ever,
It'll be only my eyes that view it
And the members of poetry websites.

I would rather share my work,
With people like me,
Who I've never met and
Who understand how amazing writing is.

On her bedside table sat a jar.
It was tall and wide
Square and round all at the same time.
The jar was clear with no labels,
But for it she had big plans.

Inside sat one rose.
The stalk touched the bottom
And the head sat just above the jar opening.

One Lonely red rose.
This rose meant everything to her,
She knew it would die soon,
But in the meantime,
She would keep it beside her.

She looked at it at night,
When her lanterns lit up her room,
It intrigued her.

Something so beautiful,
Yet so small and alone,
It reminded her of him.
Her man.

He gave her the rose,
As a reminder of how
He picked her,
Out of all the beauty in the world.

Affected by music,
In an unexplained way,
Life is brighter,
Nature is more beautiful.
The rhythm of the piano
Plays to me filling the silence,
With something so moving,
So life changing.
The word is unclear,
But I know how it feels.
It picks me up,
Shows me the light
At the end of the tunnel.
Takes me outside,
To stare at the trees
Gently swaying in the sunlight.
Classic,yet new
So...
Intense.
******* me in
And making me smile.

All the guys on the front line,
Standing next to me.
It's all about looking after them,
That's how marines work.
We don't worry about ourselves,
We worrying about how THEY will make it home.
Back to their families,
Brothers,Sisters, Mothers and Uncles.
All the people they may never see,
If I ***** up.
I know that the guy next to me,
Is watching my back.
For it is his job
To worry about me.

Living on the street,
I am trapped in an unusual world.
Many people walk past and
I think about my life.
Time passes but I stay in the same place
Exactly where I will be till I
Die.

Cody I can't hear your cry
Anymore from the battlefield.
I don't know what happened,
But I want you to know
That I love you.

You know the other day
I saw your mum walking by my house
It made me think about you.
How we grew up as neighbours
And soon became best friends.
I could tell you anything,
And you were my first love.

I still remember when you joined the army,
You were so **** excited
That I tried not to cry.
Years went by and I was all alone,
I loved those late night calls,
That we exchanged
When you got the chance.

Never got to say goodbye to you,
They couldn't recover your body,
We had to bury ashes.
Cody I will talk to you,
I wonder if you can hear me,
Cody I love you.