I'm stupid for believing
in miracles and good
I'm young and so naive,
that you can laugh along.

A living breathing creature,
that's too afraid to live.
So lonely, needing love,
but too afraid to miss.

Yet, there's a tiny fire
in me that i can't hide
and it could light a city up
like a lightning strike.

I haven't been created
to live another life,
that's full of words so empty,
believing wars and fights.

I'm naive, stupid, young,
expecting and afraid,
but look, the biggest fire
is made of all this pain.

There’s a box I bolted my sorrow
But hear it knocking kicking to be out
I keep it telling I’ll free you tomorrow
His prison he will break one day no doubt!

For the box gets old and the lock grows rust
And sans my feeding sorrow isn’t any frail
Bides time in prison knowing one day must
It’s going to be free have me in its spell!

I write happy poems breed smiles as mate
Use all my ink to drown sorrow’s voice
But sorrow in silence goes spinning its net
I hear its cries rend sounds of joys!

There’s a box I bolted my sorrow
And would rather not worry when it breaks free
I’m more than happy it’s locked till tomorrow
written on the box to be cheered by daily!

Tiny special sparks of life
footprints in the sand
waves and waves of swaying butterflies
dancing daisies
singing bees
the light in your eyes
I live for that

Sweet kisses late at night
you touch my lips
soft caresses
miniature goosebumps
the love in your eyes
I live for that

Silly gestures
making faces,
and poking fun
jokes, the odd quirky dance
the laughter in your eyes
I live for that

These days,
I live for that,
the passion,
the sparkle,
the enjoyment for life;
in your eyes.

it is indeed a heart so full of love
and poetry is bursting out of broken lungs
show kindness only when it’s time to judge
watch curtains fall and show the ugly us

it barely hits us somewhere on the road
when music, lust and trust collide in one
fake passion over lifeless rocks and stones
stop everything and leave us all alone

So there's a new kid in the classroom
and the other kids all stare
as he comes and sits right next to me
"Why's he sitting there?"
He's not your average schoolboy
he has the darkest stare
that threatens all who see it
thundering through his messed up hair.
He glares at all the others
as his choice they mock with glee
the pretty ones all clucking
as to why he would choose me.
But here he sits, unmoving
solid stone with stormy eyes
while I control my longing
for his hand upon my thigh.
He really is quite dreamy
in his own peculiar way
so I'm scribbling in my notebook
trying to find words to say.
Now he's staring at my notebook
I'm exposed, I want to die
as he reads these words I'm writing
and puts his hand upon my thigh!!!

Shreds us the life
With bruises and cuts
Our days run rife
In the ifs and buts!

If the day was bright
If hadn’t fallen rain
If quickly passed the night
If living was no pain!

But the day was a mess
But the winds blew harsh
But time was hard pressed
But cloud hid the stars!

If happened how we need
If they all smoothly clicked
If luck came with speed
If clock slowly ticked!

But things ran amok
But nothing went right
But faced a roadblock
But fortune took flight!

Tear us apart the ifs and buts
Do steal away all happiness
Wound our life with bruises and cuts
Alas for them we have no redress!