We created constructs that touch the skies.

We invented crafts that reach the moon.

Yet for all our technological advances,

There is still war.

How many more must be lost,

before we recognise,

not a scientific theory or tool,

but rather a simple fact.

The reality that the only victor in war is death.

We may have touched the skies,

we may have reached the stars,

but we cannot grasp the insanity of war.

And until we do, can we truly call ourselves a civilisation?

"We are so intelligent and do such astonishing things. We can fly to the moon and yet still do such stupid things." - Ken Sturdy, Dunkirk Veteran.

She was like none I’ve ever met
Meeting her I would never regret

Her quirks, fishing rods
Reeling me in with ease

When I’m at crowded places
Her silhouette is what I seek

I can’t help but wear a smile
Whenever she’s within a mile

I lack the courage to tell her this
And her image I always miss.

What's with the world we live in
There's nothing we believe in
What's the point in living
They say keep believing
So suffocating, barely breathing

We were filled with hope
Now barely hanging by a rope
How are supposed to cope

Tryna do things our way
Stop making trouble go away
Driving us to the fray

But amongst all the gloom
We will not meet our doom
And although clouds loom
Our abilities we will groom

we are all just tapping in
to our former genius
to reconstruct what life
has washed away.

Hope alleviates;
Expectation desolates;
Choose wisely, my friend.

I see you there
between the trees
a glowing orb
in view

in silver green
entrancing me
with disappearing blue

effulgent sheen
you are the key
illuminating hue

you duck behind the spruce
an peak out from your spot
the day is waving by

a game of duck duck goose
it's cooler an less hot
amazing is the sky,

I see you have some countries
up there
lovely Mr.Moon
I'd like to come an visit you
I'd like to come real soon

but sigh
I'm just dreaming
of places off afar
the places I can't be tonight
by boat or air or car

but I still dream of seeing you one day.

Ma Cherie © 2017

I'm a simple girl,
I only want few ugly things out of
this equally ugly world.
Hot showers on summer afternoons,
frozen desserts on stormy evenings,
old, sad rock songs on christmas day
and scribbling depressing poems on my birthday.

I like the comfort that I get from sitting right beside the door of a moving vehicle,
that the possibility of it sliding open
while I'm leaning on it feels like
my favorite warm blanket from childhood.
The idea that I could be sitting upright one minute
then the next, my face will be parallel to my knees and ankle
feels like my cheat cigarette stick after months of "quitting", it's that good.

And I love thinking about the probability in the fact that I might not wake up after tonight,
that this might be my last poem written.
That if I pop a bit too many pills,
I can just end all of these.
It's like I got magic under my sleeves.
But who the hell needs magic?
Instead, I wish I had a beautifully tight noose to put me to eternal sleep

It's funny how I remember everything.

Every moment that you made me feel special; made me feel seen.

Only to suddenly turn around and give me the cold shoulder...

Giving self-doubt and self-consciousness a little more wiggle room to settle over me.

But stupid little me didn't take this as a warning sign.

Instead, it made me hungrier...thirstier...for the scraps of attention you doled out.

For the rare smiles that i thought i got out of you.

For the rare moments when you would look at me and the world would fall away.

For your one one ability to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world.

Everybody has questions.
Sometimes, our questions have questions.
Questions that haunt us;
questions that rid us of our sleep.
And we are all seeking for answers;
that little jigsaw puzzle piece
that completes the whole picture.
Some can easily be found;
others can take years, even ages.
And there are some that cannot be found at all.
That does not mean those answers were lost.
Sometimes, you are better off not finding it.
Maybe, you are not ready for it just yet.
Or maybe, just maybe; the answer is
right there in front of you.
But you choose not to see it;
because it is not the answer that you want.