He poured the coffee
Into the cup
He put the milk
Into the cup of coffee
He put the sugar
Into the coffee with milk
With a small spoon
He churned
He drank the coffee
And he put down the cup
Without any word to me
He emptied the coffee with milk
And he put down the cup
Without any word to me
He lighted
One cigarette
He made circles
With the smoke
He shook off the ash
Into the ashtray
Without any word to me
Without any look at me
He got up
He put on
A hat on his head
He put on
A raincoat
Because it was raining
And he left
Into the rain
Without any word to me
Without any look at me
And I buried
My face in my hands
And I cried

Motivated by the light
I sit in the darkness and plan my escape,
the lighter reminds me of the sun.
I drift off to a faraway land,
it is always sunny here.

I have hazel eyes:
they are brown with
hints of
brown

but my eyes are hazel

I want to have ***.
Not like how you think.

I want someone to cling to me
Need me

People say great things to you
when you're having ***

They encourage you

“God, this is great...”
“You’re great...”

I’d imagine them staring into my eyes                                                             ­     
“You are a champion”
  
“You have your life in order, unlike what your mother says.”
“You got this.”

That encouragement would rock our bed
and
make the neighbors jealous

Too bad I’m here

Sipping some cold coffee
with two lumps of sugar
and
a broken heart

I wasn't sure what to make
of this intergalactic space war.
With flying soldiers in old tobacco tins
and bullets made out of fingers.
I took it upon myself, I suppose
to conscript to this chaos,
upon the fluffy terrain.
Some sort of tyrannous Tyrannosaurus,
with a purple top hat
had taken over the bunk bed fort.

I'd made up my mind.
The only thing for it was a straight "Neeeeee-owwwwwwww"
into the back of the villainous lizard.

My comrade in arms however,
felt I wasn't quite suited for this rampant combat.
Although, his reason I didn't quite agree with;

"You're doing it wrong" he said, rather patronisingly.

I guess my little cousin is less of the kamikaze type and more of the tactical warfare nature.

There are so many things
Out in this world
So many adventures
Waiting to happen

I want to take the risks
I want to be that person
Who tried
Who lived
Who thought the unthinkable
I could be that person
I just have to get out of high school first

You make my heart beat faster
Just from a smile
As I pass you
Through the crowds of people
I see your bright blue eyes
My stomach flips and I can't help but blush

I hope this little crush passes
But it feels so right

When I think about you
Memories come
They stay for hours, days
Sometimes even weeks

When someone mentions your name
I get tears in my eyes
Wondering what it would be like if you were still here

I wish I could talk to you
But I know you're looking down on me from a better place

If I could say one more thing to you,
It wouldn't be "Stay" or "Come Back"
It would be something that I truely mean
"Thank you" for being my guardian angel

Two brothers march
off to war

To win a battle
to settle scores

They keep in step
Left-right-left

Drums, not hearts
their minds bereft

Through the fog
the 'enemy' lies

While back at home
their mother cries

Drums beat faster
as fog clears

Programmed to ****
for many years

Brothers see demonic eyes
fear screams- BOOM!

Who shot first
no time- assume

Two brothers aim
and shoot across

They've missed their mark
the guns, they toss

Dash together with
great speed

First to stab
and first to bleed

They lie together
attached by blade

Victory is lost
to a sick masquerade