When would a thorn and petal,
                 look so unavailable.
One sharper than any wit,
that would make you laugh
                at even the saddest moment.


Smooth like sandpaper always saying
               the mostly badly timed
                                                    replies...
Yet her voice was scented and smooth.
              No matter what her words
                                             wrapped around,
no offence could be taken.


I offered her a rice crispy cake when we
                                                               first met..
As she struggled for breath I started the
                            kiss of life..

Then she grabbed her pen stabbing it in my arm
                                 not hers..
                                the blood and all I remember

was lips on mine.. she'd managed to pen herself.
I didn't realise she had a nut allergy.
         but as I awoke her lips breathing into me.
I thought id repay the favour.

                        I've never been kissed so passionately
                                                     before death she said.

I was her petal and she was the thorn.

                           she'd giggle at a funeral,
  

I'd cry thoughts of the past of what was cut short.

               but in her eyes, it wasn't sadness but joy,

that so many had turned up to see you
             this last time. And the dreadful outfit
                        you'd picked to spend eternity in.

We are all locks,
           that only a few keys
                          can unlock.

But you weren't like the
                                   others,
you picked mine and discarded it.

From then on, I was always open to you..

If we were each a penny,
         and were thrown

in to a wishing well.

We would float,

     because who wants
to be like all the rest..


Its always good to be yourselves,
            not  to drown in a well of
others  wishes of
how we should be.

Life is never a plan,
            there is no map.

But lets get lost in it together.

Some may think where
                              stained.

But where just
          not there
               version of clean.

Do not judge
I,m the same as you.
Values that we hold
Every day we show
Respect for our
Sisters & our brothers.
I would treat another, 
The way I want to be treated.
You and I are the same inside.

We are all thoughts that aren't
                              as tuned as others.
But even though we see through
                              different lenses
some lessons can be learnt
        from the refraction of others view.

Once upon a time...
He was the happiest person you would have known

Once upon a time...
He realized how sorrow full the world was

Once upon a time...
He noticed how sorrow filled he was

Once upon a time...
He took out his heart, so that he wouldn't feel

Once upon a time...
He forgot about his heart, and was no longer human

Once upon a time...
He became a robot, that wouldn't stop no matter what

Once upon a time...
He fell apart, but he would put himself backtogether even though it would happen soon again

Once upon a time...
He stayed like this, and he dosen't remember how long

Once upon a time...
He fell apart although this time the pieces wouldn't go back together

Once upon a time...
He forgot how to put himself back together

Once upon a time...
He was confused, something was diffrent

Once upon a time...
He felt something in his chest, like a bass drum that played itself

Once upon a time...
He remembered something very dear to him

He rembered he was human