a good poem
is a holy book.
there is no rhyme,
there is no cry, no pain.
each page contains verses
that give us directive for life.
there is beauty of heaven.
there is filth of hell.
we recite; we praise God.
God says, "it is key to open
the door of the place
where I welcome my best beings."

Never interested in my mistakes  but at all costs engaged
To see me survive.
Though a times I feel a giant over
A few achievements, never jealousy
But tasking to see more and better.
“Your bigger than this” is my reward in time
This has taught me to progress.
You’re great when am great
And great even when am greater
Through all that I encounter
Soon I stand out victorious
And paid a penny of respect.

Then I grow Eagle wings,
In many attempts to fly
I hopelessly return to the ground.
Get up and walk, further inspired
Even at the helm of my success
I oftenly bolt back for remedies
Standing prominent and brave
Known to many as the greatest
Though the porter stands great in all.

Pathetically distant from the human race
Too frightened to offer a warm embrace
I skulk in the shadows waiting to pounce
errrm..
Thrusting my little insults in the hope of a scream
A SCREAM
A SCREAM **** you all, SCREAM!
Fill this void in my life with a terrified SCREAM...
Oh, what have I become?
Feeding off negativity is my only sun.
I,
I am but nothing but a sulphurous odour
warm sorbet or a gas-less soda
I NEED you to SCREAM

Please...
Don't you dare stay silent

I am nothing without your kicking and clawing
I would be dead already if you had been ignoring
SCREAM and leak your salty tears
Pretend that I am your worst fears
Feed me with venom
Oh how I'll dine
before
"POETRY ART MASTERPIECE FINE"

When you fall asleep I will still kiss your upper back.  This does not take place in hope that you will wake up, I want my kiss to seep into your nerve endings and find myself in your dreams. Dripping my kiss into every ounce of your future.

Sixth grade summer we promised to never change,
Everyone kept saying we would drift apart,
But we refused to believe them,
It hit me right in the heart,
When I realized we'd lied,
I sat there thinking about the past,
And then I just cried.

My grandpa took me camping
it was an intervention
this was denied by him of course
as soon as it was mentioned.

We pitched a tent on forest floor
told tales around the fire
we swam the lake and walked the hills
no WiFi his desire

The night was filled with twinkling stars
the heavens lay before us.
We woke refreshed and entertained
by a hundred bird dawn chorus.

We packed our kit and travelled home
of signal I was dreaming
I heard that beep, so comforting
my cue to begin streaming!