Darling!
You are that treasure
I always searching for
I found you now. But,
I Can't say you are mine.

I locked myself away again
hid in a form of a closet
bunched between the jackets
and moth eaten dresses
I closed myself in a drawer
between the trinkets
and stale kerchiefs
and oneday
maybe someone
a tresure hunter of sorts
will sift through the junk
to find the broken
stained little girl
who was once able to look in a mirror
and not see every inch of fat
every layer of skin
as disgusting
polish up the jewel to my heart
don't sell it though sweetie
this ruby gets cracked with
the slightest pressure

Our hero in red came tumbling down
A heavy fall but no sigh or a frown
He ate and he drank and made good of the mess
Then he disappeared back up the chimney no less.

"Mum, Dad it's christmas" came the shout
Children run down the stairs to see if Santa's about
An empty glass and a two half eaten pies
Then a big sack of presents catch the children's eyes

The parents look on with a sense of joy
Each present is opened; some sweets and a toy
It's picture perfect, a moment to tresure
If only every child could experience such pleasure.

If only our hero knew of some children's tears
No letter no presents no love, only fears
He'd do all he could to bring joy to their heart
A cuddle, a smile and laughter's a start

Love doesn't cost money, a smile causes no pain
Be there for each other, never let that togtherness wain
A present is for christmas but a family's love is for ever
remember true values its the being together.

crackers bursting across the earth
we heard the loud cries of his birth
it was just like yesterday
when you made our lives to bright from grey


i had the best time with you
which i not knew untill days swiftly flew
time is very cruel
everyone has to go someday,thats life's rule

every morning,i wake up
gaze at the morning twilght
"Isn't this so beutiful or is just my eyesight?"
Memories may haunt but still the best shall i highlight

chereished moments ere you left
was a unforgetable gift
recalling our lives together bring back happy and sad a tear
we did none be fogotten what together we share

They come yonder and leave
but thou art special
because thou art full of meaning and real
which forever shall i belive

I shan't see thou ever after
I shall tresure your every laughter
Now,I say goodbye, 2010
Wish the next is good as you, my dearest friend.

It’s 2 am and you’re on my mind
Well of **** course you are
I’ve loved you for years and
You always have someone else

I know they don’t actually care
You’re just a pretty girl to them
Just someone to fill up space but
You’re too caught up in this “love” to
Notice how he treats you

That isn’t love but I know how you throw them away too
I don’t want to just be thrown away
When you mean so much to me

Yeah you say you haven't ever felt that way about someone before
He’s ******* you over and he only likes you for those pictures you sent him

It breaks my heart to see you like this
I want you so terribly but I don’t want to get hurt
You just skip from one boy to another at the blink of an eye and
I can’t just be an extra

Youre my best friend and I want what’s best for you
I’m not in love with your beauty like all of them I’m in love with you
Your personality and your smile and your spirit
  I want to tell you this but I just ******* can’t

I’m a selfsh ***** but I can’t get over you

but I can’t help hate every single one of your boyfriends
Because they have the most precious tresure in the world
but all they do is treat you like ****

All I do is write bad poetry and overthink everything about you
Why didn’t I tell you so long ago….
Stupid secrets and stupid girls

I’m just happy being near her but not too close
I want nothing more than to kiss her under the stars and mend her insecurities
But what if she doesn't want it
What would that make me?
A hopeless lovebird stuck on an island of tragedy and woe

I want you but do you even care for me?

Why can’t humans just be honest instead of all these ****** up codes and secrets and love and lies and broken hearts over girls who never even know you love them

Time is a valuble thing;
and although it is merely a concept we came up with ourselves,
we still tresure it deeply.

"I don't have enough time"
Make your own time,
If you want so badly for something to happen,
you have to make it happen.

I've been sitting by for too long waiting for things
to fall right into the palm of my hands.
I wanted the world to give into me.
Then i realized; the world wasn't mine to dominate.
In itself, the world is it's own being,
For years its been captivating life far beyond our capibility.
And for people to think that our mother earth as just an object,
that we can take complete charge of,
is simply a misunderstood idea.

You see; you are exactly like the world,
You are your own being,
I wanted you to fall into me,
but then I realized that you can not take charge of other living things.
You have to let them live on their own.
If they so choose to do things for themselves; let them.

Live for yourself, not others.
Help out when you can.
Love often.
Let things grow.

"Step Off by Mario William Vitale" Poetry.net. STANDS4 LLC, 2019. <http://www.poetry.net/poem/46256>.



in the dark...
below the huskie wee wee..the doggy wee wee,
use me above the known see the humble
buckle up to the word of the wise best to reflect on life
sugar cane and spice..

host a canary to a new box swing
chase across the patio nor porch box swing
realize the amount of f requenzy
tresure beneath the trees
bending the miracle need

love is for winners falling short to a losser
medoicre branded fixture all as in element fixture
money back to recieve
faces of laughter hardest to bleed

love the pusher refelect upon God
in the dark we can see through the light hardened peak of ghetto hype
swing pillows to accustom a tease eager seat as a donut in need of a cop
radiate lest forth you contemplate gee how you radiates

jealosy with a host of Charmin as you please
in the dark one can chase what is right
check the radio hear the needle sratch
over and over

built in the cover melted *** with a inch of butter
in the dark the chance to an ordeal
waiting for my very next meal,
police chase a coward in the face with mace

love is so tender and polite pay no atteintion to its blight