Rest
Rest from my heavy heart
And tired soul
From contemplation
From the waves of emotion
From the scars of misunderstanding
From the weight of feeling
From the - I pause
To watch a ladybug
Explore the page
My shirt
And disappear into the spine
Of this book

A COMPETITION FOR WRITING
WAS BEING BEGUN

I TOOK A REST
TURN OFF ALL LIGHTS

ASKED MY FAVAOURITE JINN
TO TELL ME THE FUN

HE HAD NOT BEGUN
I THREATENED HIM

HE HAD RAN
WAHAT HAD I DONE?

I TOOK A REST
LIGHT ONLY ONE

OF THIS SMART CANDLE
I WROTE IT

IT WAS THE BEST
I SLEPT
SUDDEN

THE END OF THE COMETE
WOULD  BE COME SOON
I WAS UP

I FOUND IT ASH
ALL SAID
THANK YOUR GOD

BECAUSE YOU HAD NOT BEEN
THAT ASH

and let He waketh after death,
and live a life
without another
passing.  

mine soul will rest
and I will
shell on
forward,

baby,

shell on-
asleep; yet

fully grasping.

The Starling landed on the sand,
A twitching head it tilted,
Towards old bill,
Wrinkled and weathered.
His old black hat
Ripped, stitched & feathered.
The Starling rested in his hand
Through time's fingers sand now wilted.

She held flowers to her chest
as she falls asleep.
She prayed and wished for her death
And the universe sadly granted it.

She started fading away
As she closed her eyes.
All the noises and pain—
It was gone along with her life.

Everyone wondered
As to why she ever did it—
Killing herself with a blade
Leaving her wrist with a slit.

They said she was a sad girl,
The kind of which who always cry.
But none of them ever saw her
With a tear falling from her eye.

They felt sorry for the girl
As they watched her lie.
But she was more beautiful in death
Than she was when she's alive.

A dark pool of people
Was shredding tears on her grave
Little do they know
Of how long she's been so brave.