Look at the comments, and who do you see,
it's the kind, motivational Timothy.
Spreading good thoughts and advice to me,
The father of our website HelloPoetry

i used to check my windows
each night for UFOs,
convinced that aliens were
going to take me away.
i rejoiced for rainy nights,
because i knew that i
would be safe.
in the summer i longed
for the winter months
ahead, knowing snow would
keep them away.
would lie there sweating,
in the hot, humid night air,
my window locked tightly
to keep out the cool,
refreshing air-
and the monsters
i knew were
coming to get me.
i heard my mother's voice
below me,
and cautiously crept
down the staircase,
peeked out silently,
wanting to make sure
it was really her,
there,
not an alien
luring me to
the pits of an
Unidentified
Flying
Object
with her voice.
didn't go
outside alone,
wouldn't step away from
the safety of my home,
all because of a
'UFO sightings' book i read,
(a witness to the things
that fear does to your head).

every day you cannot see me
but everyday I'm sitting here
and every day you sit beside me,
I feel as though I'm not really there.

I am the ghost, the invisible one,
the quiet kid that you all fear,
and just because you didn't see me
doesn't mean I wasn't there.

Rain slides on the window panes,
I read about knights and dragons slain,
Outside of the glass, it's foggy and grey,
And inside the drawing room, the children play.

Fog suspends in space in curls,
The sky outside is white like pearls.
Candle light reflects soft yellow on the glass
Thick dusty books are stacked up for class.

The carpet is soft and fluffy and warm
In the corners of the wall spiders hide from the storm.
It's magical and I suppose if you look out to the street,
you'd think you saw Gandalf making his way through the sleet.

He says he has no secrets,
and I say I have tons,
He looks at me, his eyebrow raised,
and says,"Well let's hear one."

Late at night when I'm in bed
the hours before flash through my head.
I think of how you cradled me,
so soft, so sweet, so contently.

When I'm with you I can forget
that I obviously have yet
to sprout my wings; a butterfly,
you make me feel too strong to cry.

I feel so special, pretty even,
that it becomes a shock that evening,
when I look into the mirror and find
that all that beauty was in your mind.

How do I tell you I love you,
When I see you every day,
How do I tell you I love you,
When I don't know what you'll say.

When you put your arms around my waist
And whisper in my ear,
This is how I feel alright,
I love when you are near.

When I have to leave it feels too soon,
I think that I might cry,
I pack my things and then I'm off
We never say 'good-bye'.