For KateNew neighbours moved in,and changed your gardenTo make room for carsits okay thoughI picked and saved one of the flowersthat youd planted.So your hard work was not in vainThe flower though, it died,all the same.Is there any waythat you can really saygoodbye to a friend?Kate, Harry survived in the end(Just as we hoped he would do)and every day I wishthat you had too.
ForsakenA Harsh desert stillness brings Him to His kneesAnd the fallen angel perches by His sideHe staggers feebly and, I Lucifer, am pleasedTargeting the weakness He cant hide.Occasional, yes, always mastered by faith,But one fatal flaw He cant dismissBeing the Son of God does not keep you safeWhen this undeserved feature exists.He passed all the tests that I had set outNot persuaded by temptation or fearsBut only I knew what He was aboutThus, I showed Him the earth in two thousand years.He saw the wars, tyrannies, deaths to comeThe holocausts and severe lack of loveHere He faltered; and began to questionWhether His death would really be enough.Poor, insignificant, typical human,I wish you all could have seen how He swayed,Knowing the evil deeds to be done by man,That I had kindly, for Him, displayed.The Son of Man must suffer He had cried,But his eyes looked desolate and lost.Forty days and some later (of which he despised)He embraced His rightf
My OwnI envision my own realityand this is how it goes:I make picture perfect presumptionsthat nobody questions,because nobody knows.
BrokenYou gave to me a broken toy carBroken, you said, impossible to fix
but I had given you thisIn need of repair toy-carin despair toy-car;One the toy maker had missed,but that could definitely be fixed.I told you that the car didnt drive anymorebecause the wheels were too tightthe floor was too roughyour hands were not quick enoughwhen pushing it to goYou replied sharplyThe car does not work, it never willits been used, Ive had my funbut alas, the toy is done.And now I need a new one.No! I protestedas you quietly sighedIts not that its broken,just wrongly wired inside!It can be mended,I pleaded with hopebut I could see from your faceyoud already learnt how to copeIts worth it I murmuredslowly crying
Its not deadbut you just shook your head.BrokenYou said.
2.07 on a Sunday MorningMy stomach is aching with fearAnxiety, Panic, frustrationand Doubt.Im spreading some sort of clay onto young pale skinin order to fit in,Singeing the ends of my hairSo it sits right for the rest of the nightIn my head, Im writing a poem.I walk into the crowded stage actand the air smells of alcohol, smoke andsomething quite like regret; but stronger.I feel awkward and uneasyand such strong ridiculous self-pity,hurt and annoyancebut mostly envy.Why cant I be the same as everyone else?Why cant that gorgeous girl dancing be me?I see everyone blended into one hilarious blurthat sways to and froin a never-ending stumbleThat I think I will never understand.When you take my hand,In my head, Im writing a poem.I search frantically for somesmall clutter of people that will accept mein checkered shirt and lazy jeansWatch as they ogle at the girlswho believe more is less, rather than less is moreoh, they know the score.They can
DoubtTo have and to holdForever.In sickness and in healthEvermore.I miss the simplicity - This ivory gown does not fit.Black and White no longer are colours. In my worldthere is only a merging of shadesof darks and lights and chromium blue.As if it mattered to you. As if it ever will.How could I possibly surpass the geisha in the mirrors eyes?Could you, pauper, possibly beat the prince?I only speak nonsensical gibberishwhen I see all the guests scattered aboutMy veil serves only to conceal my doubt.And just when everything has begun to shapeitself into a form that I recognise; a form that I trust,A silent glow from some unknown year walks on the scene.And he greedily takes the form of you.Thus the ever-so-weak humanshines through.For her
I have no patienceExcuse me whilst I awkwardly stare at the floorI dont know what to say to you
How do I keep you wanting more?It seems unfair that we will be closebut never as closeas
CryYears and years from nowWhen I am surrounded by ancient prayer beadsAnd torn photographs that sit fresh in my hands todayMy tears will not fall so smoothlyPerhaps this is due to the wrinkles that will gatheror perhapsBecause I will have no reason to cryEither way I will sit by and watchAs my grandchildren take flight in a worldI never did quite understandThey will bring me flowers on mothers dayAnd my own children will clean their little ones'sticky hands, as once I did (will have done) theirs.I will look back and considerwhether I had succeeded in all I wanted toWhether I wrote the best bookHad the best jobBought the right dress...and then I'll think of you.At which point,I most certainly will cry.
Playing With FireMy friend, youre dangerously playing with fireI dont mean to bite backBut what you call desireIs the term nymphomaniacs acquireTo get people to cut them some slack.Aint there nothing sacred anymore?When people screw things upThey end up broken on the floorAnd complain their hearts are sore.It baffles me how were not MORE corrupt.Im sorry I cannot feel sorry for youCause you slept with himAgain. And through and throughYou thought it was the best thing to doWhen really you just went out on a whim.And when you talk about the pain you feelI cannot help but sighAs you attempt to truth-concealAnd tell me that this love is realWhen the fact is that he is just one guy.Out of many that you have come acrossAnd many that will arriveThose you hurt? You dont give a tossDont care about the respect youve lostFor on their weaknesses
you thrive.Every hole you fall straight into stumblingyou have dug
HumanWhen I really think, the future is what I seeAnd when that happens...
I wish I were blind
So I couldnt behold a world, where I have to be
Content, safe...and oh so confined.
Now on sunny days,the one thing I craveIs for clouds to break the mouldAnd hope that I can stop being a slave
that Ive been told
Are you looking for a confession?Does it please you, to see I am sore?
Okay, wanderer, my secrets your possession:I am only Human.
And Im always wanting more.