When my' life educates it uses my mistakes.
So should I really call them mistakes?
Or are they rehearsals sent to make me stronger for the journey.

When my life teaches it uses my stitches.
So should I really call them stitches?
Or are they  relics, artistic memorials for lessons learned !

They say when it rains it pours
So Rain keep me drenched ;not just on me, but in me, in the depths of my soul. Let the flood compromise my  'trusted foundations' and my 'solid rocks'  so that it washes away the old and the weak in me, that I may be a new man that I may be defeated no more!

If the trees would speak,
They’d tell me to leave,
To find my roots,
Grow up to the clouds,
And find my peace.

We could have a kind of farm,
I suggest,
With a little shop attached,
We could make jam and lemon curd,
Maybe chutney or,
Other things in little packaged jars,
I could bake things,
You could sell paintings there too,
We would only grow vegetables,
And fruit,
We would cook things with love,
Labour the earth with love,
Live together in love,
I feel sure that I could work the soil,
I have always felt an uncertain hard need in my bones,
To give something back to Mother Nature,
And I grew up in the country,
So I feel sure I would acclimatise,
But it is only a fantasy,
A sort of a story,
Even though it does sound nice either way.

you once said
flowers are to you as you are me

you were scared to pull my stem
in case I would leave my roots behind
you were scared I would die

you plucked a few petals to take with you
and watered me with hope
my roots are growing
stronger and stronger
everyday
waiting for you to replant me somewhere else
little did you know my petals are full of pollen
and it left its residue all over you
everybody brushing by spreading it throughout
her seed is not the same as me
she is wild
untamed
and will grow with no control
but there's only one me
still growing
waiting for your gentle pull
so our roots can finally intertwine

Dear Death,
I have nothing left
No more room on these arms
No more room for these scars

Nothing but a empty shell
Happiness left as tears fell
What is left for you to take?
How many more years must I wait?

The light shines bright in my face
Not ready to imbrace
The love she radiates
Lifting off the shoulder weights

Why did you set her apart in my eyes?
To give me hope then turn it into lies?
She said she loves me for being me
But does she truly know me

The wars in my head
The countless of times I wanted to be dead
She can never know what she truly saved me from
I love her even if i dont know where she came from

3 years now I count her as a blessing
I dont feel the need to be depressing
My arms are free of scars
And happiness runs through me like shooting stars

For people who suffer
Surround yourself with love its so much tougher
Be who you want to be
What you want to strive to be

I live after all I've been through
And you can to
But the first step comes from you
And only you

you are now nineteen
look at your reflection on the mirror
how much have you matured
like a blooming sunflower

you are now nineteen
your hip's growing
your lips full
and now you get bored quick

now you are nineteen
your face calls me
ah, lady, I can't look away
in your face I am frozen

Gina,
now you're nineteen
happy birthday,
my unattainable queen