Tuesday, 31 July 2012

Little Lone Tree

I see you standing,
Little lone tree,
By yourself,
Do you wish to flee?

We are alike,
Little lone tree,
In the way, I too,
Wish to be an escapee.

The leaves your bear,
Little lone tree,
Are few, not many,
But they so suit thee.

I am the same,
Little lone tree,
But my leaves are friends,
And they are few, I decree!

Your body is skinny,
Little lone tree,
Which makes me wonder,
When you will be free.

My body, like yours,
Little lone tree,
Is slight, not much,
Because I always pee.

I see you hurting,
Little lone tree,
And I wish to help,
Yet I let it be.

But don’t you worry,
Little lone tree,
You’ll pull through,
Just like me.

Because, you and I,
Little lone tree,
We stand tall,
Proud as can be.

Any other

Tonight is one of those nights.
You know what I'm talking about.
You close the door behind you
And numbly lock it shut.
You stare at your hands
for long, long minutes before finally breaking.
You gasp for breath.
Silently sobbing,
sobbing about everything that went wrong all at once.
Everything that is wrong with you and the world.
Everything that you just can't deal with.
Then you deal with it the only way you know how,
without physically hurting yourself too much.
You take deep, exhausted, shuddering breaths
as you quietly cry yourself to sleep.
The next morning,
you wake up.
Huddled in a corner of your bed with a sore neck
and a pounding headache.
So you get out of bed just like any other morning.


I'm tired of smiling when I'm sad
I'm tired of laughing when I'm mad
I'm tired of hiding the real me
But I'm too scared of what others will see.


You know that feeling?
When you're just waiting,
Waiting to get home, into your room,
Close the door, fall into bed,
And just let everything out that you kept in all day,
That feeling of both relief and desperation.
Nothing is wrong.
But nothing is right either.
And you're tired.
Tired of everything, tired of nothing.
And you just want someone to
Be there and tell you it's okay.
But no one's going to be there...
And you know you have to be strong,
for yourself, because no one can fix you.
But you're tired of waiting.
Tired of having to be the one to fix yourself and everyone else.
Tired of being strong.
And for once, you just want it to be easy.
To be simple. To be helped. To be saved.
But you know you won't be.
And you're still hoping.
Still wishing.
Still staying strong and fighting,
with tears in your eyes.
You have to keep fighting.

Are You Smiling?

Are you smiling?

What is life?

Are you thinking?

What's the point?

Are you curious?

Why you're here?

Are you smiling?

Is there a purpose?

Are you shining?

What is life?

Are you laughing?

You're ok?

Are you grinning?

Who isn't?

Are you smiling?

Wavering Blogandians

All around, people smile;
Everywhere a grinning face,
In the crowd all the while-
Simply lost in this place!

You turn your back,
You look away;
You close your eyes-
You cannot stay.

Laughing voices fill your ears,
A gentle hand reaches out,
But you grimace, hiding tears
Your mind so full of thoughts of doubt

You look back and see their faces-
Down-turned lips and hurting eyes-
You grab your pack,
You mumble some goodbyes.

It's right, you think you know;
You don't belong inside their land:
It's time, you say, to go-
This is what you've planned.

To the exit door you trudge,
Your eyes, staring at the floor,
You feel their looks and hurry on
You lift your eyes and see the door!

Silence makes you feel so small,
But then a whisper murmurs low,
And a thousand join the call-
A roar that simply tells you, "No!"

They declare that you belong here-
They ask you.... Stay...
A thousand voices yell at you,
Pleading, never go away!

You pause, though, unsure
Why would they even want you?
You frown, confused to your core-
What on earth are you to do?

Then a voice calls out a plea,
And another speaks your name.
You realize... This has always been your family...
This is your home, all the same!

A smile spreads across your face,
And you grab the nearest hand!
They pull you in, the laughing mob-
You belong here in this land!

You always did and ever will!
A grin has kindled on your face;
You watch them laughing, sitting still;
And you know you're loved inside this place!

You belong, you really do!
You talk or watch contentedly;
This world of theirs, well it's yours too!
This is your home; they are your family!

Thursday, 26 July 2012

Wednesday, 25 July 2012

War Poem I

Throw down your arms,
Leave the battlefield fray,
Get to cover and run,
'Til you're out of harm's way.

Find a bunker and rest,
Rest assured you'll be fine,
Put this war to the test,
With intentions divine.

Just sit tight for a day,
In a day we will win,
There'll be peace in the world,
And new life can begin…

Tuesday, 24 July 2012

A summer night
Without you here
Without you near
The air stands still
The sky's still blue
I think of you
It's seven months
And yet it seems
It's just a dream
A perfect dream
That doesn't end
You're my godsend
It's been a week
Since our goodbye
I still deny
We're still apart
With all my heart

I love you.

Monday, 23 July 2012


I draw a blank.
The line on the screen blinks,
It waits, like an animal.
It waits for my response.
I scream and slam, down on the keyboard.
The screen splutters.
I pant, keys around me, hair in my face.
I scream again and race my fists towards the board.
I vent my anger.
And I cry.
I cry, and I moan like the dead.
And finally, I look up to the screen.
That darkening screen.
And a word, it glares in the darkness.
It glares at me, and I stare back,


Chop me up and wear my skin,
teach me how to live,
When darkness is all that's left of me
My smile becomes what I want to be.
This poem written in blood, insanity,
Irregular heartbeats sound.
I don't understand.
A mind snapped, a heart broken.
Wings are torn and bodies are trampled.
What I say is what I see,
No doubt I say no hypocrisy.
We're not living for long,
so just fly with me, die with me.
I get high off the fumes in my head,
A closed-eyed vision is what I project.
Swirling darkness engulfs me,
and shadows kick me,
like I'm just some other toy.
A toy.
Toys are meant to be played with,
then casted aside when the player gets bored.
I long for it.
Even if it's pain, I long for sensations.
My mind has snapped.
I sit, and laugh, and sit, and laugh.
I slit, and laugh, and slit, and laugh.
It's the blood that keeps me from sleeping.
Don't close your eyes, and you'll never die.
My mind has snapped.
Your slips and slurs and play on words
The swirl in my head.
You confuse me.
You spill my blood.
You are the cause of my misery.
You are a hypocrite.
And in the toughest times you vowed
To stay, right here by my side,
But where are you now?
Where are you when I need you?
You've disappeared into the shadows.
Waiting, waiting for me to die.
My mind has snapped.

Friday, 20 July 2012

Whispering words

Open your eyes.
You are not made up of those words that
hurt you. Or that number on the scale. Or
the expectations you feel you will never meet.
You are made up of nothing more than you.
Simple, beautifully, wonderfully, uniquely you.
You are a lovely and complex soul.
An individually fascinating combination of
thoughts, ideas, feelings, emotions.
No other is as beautiful as you.
Look past the mirror.
Look at your soul.
Only then will you see yourself as you truly are;
So smile! And don't forget to
Love yourself.

Thursday, 19 July 2012

Don't Say Goodbye

This is a poem I wrote ages ago, for Pyro. This was before we became a couple. *grins* I wish I had known the future in my heart was just about to start.... :3

Don't say goodbye, don't fall asleep
Unless it is to dream
Of better odds, of better chances
For us to meet again

Just sit and smile, that's all I need
To brighten up my day
Talking's just a privelage
I take pleasure in

So much in common, so far apart
How could this ever work?
Nothing can be worse than this;
A hidden, longing thought

For you are all I think of
Wen a smile lights up my eyes
You are all I think of
So don't ever say goodbye.

Monday, 16 July 2012

Ode To A Frog

*this is a poem for Lyd and was writtenas an example of terrible ridiculous poetry that she coulld also write and then recite it to her "nagging" mother and follower her around nonstop. Sort of paying back for all those nagging times. :P Flame came on and finished the poem for me with the last two lines.

Oh frog out in yonder pond,

How doth thy legs carry you

As you leap along

With the pitter patter of my heart

It carries a rhythm as I fart

Trotting along as I doith run

I vow to catch you

Before the day is done

Oh little slimy feller

All dressed up in green

Oh how I can see it hangin',

You're small cute peen

Sonnet of Summer

Never did I think it could be better
Never did I think our love would deepen
And yet our days together proved me wrong
It's better than all of my wildest dreams

And I've had dreams so vivid I believed
They were reality but when I woke
The details somehow always slipped away
But now I get to live my dreams with you

I love the way you hold me in your arms
I love the perfect silences we share
I love that there's no catch between us now
But most of all the one I love is you

Sometimes I think you just don't realize
The strength and power of my love to you
But then there are those moments that I see
You know and feel that love to me as well.

Wednesday, 11 July 2012


Happiness is twofold, simple joy and then contentedness fills in the gaps,
Getting satisfaction from the work that you do well, or the joy that comes from loving someone and having them love you back....

Happiness is dreaming sweetly, spiralling through cloudy forests, butterdream and other meaningless joyfulness.

But can a person be truly content,
With their life at every single turn and event,
Well I say yes, one can always have happiness.

Saturday, 7 July 2012


Tracing my finger along the walls,
Walking down hallways, to me Death calls,
It curves and curves and never stops.
The sky is dotted with flying flocks.
Mossy bricks that try to hold
The soul in which this body sold.
I'm just a shell, a sleeping dead,
Inside the coffin just lies my head.
Flickering torches that paint walls white,
Green that bounces off green moss' light.
The hallway comes to a straight line,
I walk forwards, seeing death dine
On dead bodies and tortured souls
In forms of smoky wisps in bowls.
He beckons me with a crooked touch
My chin within his small fingers clasped.
His hollow eyes on mine are trained
He shakes with pleasure of a soul gained.
But something stops him, holds him back,
In his mouth, my soul he lacks,
"It's not real," his voice rasps to me.
He gave it back, and let it be.
Before I went out of that hall,
I turned again, to Death's call.
Right behind me, his black clothes swirl,
"Don't go yet, not yet, girl."
I stared at him with hollow eyes,
Eyes that have been through so many trials.
His last words have stuck with me,
A pledge to life I'd never see.
"I set you free from where I lain,
Just live and breathe, and don't die again."

Sunday, 1 July 2012


I wanted to do something quick and simple, so I didn't bother to rhyme. I'll try harder next time :D

I can stop time.

I can stop the sun, moon and stars,

I can stop the waterfalls and volcanoes,
The rain, snow and wind,
The flowers and the trees.

I can stop all the bad in the world,
All the poverty and starvation,
All the rape and murder.
I can stop all the war,
All the violence, all the hate,
The sadness.

I can stop all the good,
All the beauty and kindness.
I can stop the sound of laughter,
The taste of food,
The smiles.
I can stop all the discoveries,
All the good memories,
All the love.

But I can’t decide if I should,
Because if I did, then it would all stop.

So I will grow old,
Because I can’t stop time.