A Child full of wonder comes home And hangs her coat on a peg She hangs her backpack Her scarf and her mittens on a string the new friends she made the smell of a spring and freshly baked biscuits And the sound of Mrs Townsend taking the register She puts her headband on the peg, with her name painted on it in silver And her jumper with her name sewn inside The whirr of the acorn computer and the flash of coloured pencils The shyness and worry about not fitting in The wish to be seen but not be the centre of attention The worry about nightmares coming true The realisation that everything just like the day has to come to an end I will always love you She longed for a skipping rope She ties the rope securely around the peg How sturdy with all this weight She stares at the peg proudly She thought about her day and her hopes and her worries and thought about how heavy they can sometimes feel So she knows this peg is doing a great job At taking the load
I am daylight of a dissolving stay in Paris looking over wrought-iron dreams peering through baroque and promises at the ransom-note-like writing on a sleeping **** sunbather's ****-cheeks where it reads: "our marriage was nothing more than a foxhole for you." ~
You say you dont know who you are You rearing to leave us a scar I still dont understand the way You sulk through life each day Not that im one to pass But im getting quite crass With the way you say Nothing is better today
This pain in my chest is frightening. The strain of arrest tightening. I can feel deep down inside of me . Openly discovering . Natural habits I couldn't see . What does it take to believe? In the light , Before the darkness is only perceived. Clouds of hate with rains that come with a fee. Every day the spitting image of blasphemy. It's likely , I've gaven every part of me . Nothing left but a empty blue sea . Not a boat in sight to save me . I try so hard to stay afloat of all my dreams. But soon to be dragged down to the depths Underneath what is known as our society.
Macabre things make me smile Too much for me to be sane. Death arouses my inner child Escaping me from the mundane. Life is bitter while death is sweet As the shadows haunt me Down these now empty streets. But in death I am one With the night, Dark as pitch and black tones, Blue and violet bruises Burning bright on my soul. There were many times when even I Felt the hum drum judgement of god Thundering upon me through pale light, You would have thought I'd been robbed... In any case, if I should ever yell out in a rage Or cry profusely over all the pain, Bend down to my ear and Remind me there are better days.