A letter to my future selfDear me,Hello my dear I hope you’re well, but I suppose that’s for time to tell.I hope you’ve aged with a beautiful grace, with no wrinkles on your face.I hope your smiling as you read this, I hope you’ve took your time and succeeded.Are you still writing? In your therapeutic way? For I know it keeps your demons at bay.How’s your family, I hope it’s grew, changed a lot from just being you?I know you’ll be more confident than you what you where before, I hope those common things don’t seem such a chore.How’s the view from your window, I bet it’s of the sea. Or somewhere very beautiful where I know you’ll feel so free.I know things are better than they ever were before, I know you’ll be strong through all the things that make you sore.I bet you seen all the sights and more than you ever dreamed, I know things will be so beautiful than they ever seemed.I suppose you’re busy, with you’re happy lif
My dear friendMy dear friend, I know it's been so long.Please forgive me, I was wrong.But I want you back, can we start again?When we're together I forget the pain.I'll let you lead and then I'll follow,I need you back, I feel so hollow.I miss the memories we used to create,Our relationship was truly fate.I hope my dear that you feel the same,Will you be the spark to my flame?I'm sorry that I went away,I miss you more, day by day.But as I write it's clear to see,My dear friend poetry you've came back to me!
One of those nightsIt's one of those nights were my eyes won't close,were tears keep dripping down my nose.It's one of those nights were everything's wrong but I can't explain why,When the light burns out all I'm left to do is cry.It's one of those nights were I panic at the slightest sound,Were under the air I feel like I'm drowned.It's one of those nights were I can't seem to breathe,Were I choke and I heave, I just want to leave.It's one of those nights were I can't stop thinking,I'm slowly falling, I'm drowning, I'm sinking.It's one of those nights were there are no lights in the sky,Were I feel grounded when I just want to fly.It's one of those nights were everything comes back,All the dark thoughts that shroud your mind in black.It's one of those nights were I'm too scared to dream,For once it's ends, I'll wake up, and scream.
The fame gameShy and quiet, is what you are,Yet is see you dreaming to be a star.Basking under that radiant spotlight,Smiling as your lips gently dust the mic.I see you glow as your passion flares,You melt all fears, you have no cares.But tell me now as your growing strong,Never missing a note in each and every song.Was it really necessary to change your name,Will it really gain you fame?They told you that your own wasn't cool or acquitBut your stage name doesn't really seem to fit.The wig and make up are a good gimmickBut for you I don't really think your with itI'll admit I'm happy for you,But as far as personalities go I think you have two.The fame monster seems to be growing insideYou can run but you can't hide.And the fact that your acting like you're hot shitYou're getting there, but you're not quite it.Watch this space.To late I've seen enough.
Can't be savedBound by pain, torn insideWorrying feelings are coming alive.A storm is forming inside my heartI can't breathe, I'm falling apart."Come help me" I scream as I fall from the skyYou reach out to catch me, then wave goodbye.I can hear your laughter ringing in my earsI can hear the demons whispering my fears.I try to call out, in a desperate pleaBut I know you can't save me.I want to go back, to change it allIt's all to late I've started to fall.I never even said farewell,As I fall to the gates of hell.I cursed myself, for that is trueThere's so much more I wish you knew.
The song of the Magpie One for sorrow, two for joy. What once was joyful, is now just sorrow.The bitter taste of today, is stale for tomorrow.A heavy drowse of a now distant past,Faded memories, of passings so fast. Three for a girl, four for a boy. There once was a girl who fell in love,Who had a heart as pure as a soaring dove.She met a boy with a heart of gold,Hard, metallic and awfully cold. Five for silver, six for gold. She was promised silver, diamonds and stones,Yet all she received was brass, ash and bones.She found the gold, in the best of others.Giving love and strength to her sisters and brothers. Seven for a secret never to be told.Lies were formed and secrets keptSerpents whispered while she slept.She let nothing bother her, had struggles a few.Though legend says for joy, you must see two.
I began to writeI began to write a verse filled with spite, filled with anger and utter betrayal.I began to write how I was truly hurt and all the wrongs that had been done to me.I began to write to protest on everything you had done, to shame you, to blame you.But as I began to write I seen that nothing worked, that I had filled the page with a vile and hateful verse.I had seen that what I had began to write was the beginning of a fight, a beginning of a war that would only hurt both sides.So instead if fighting fire with fire, I extinguished the flame, and made a white flag for my soul.I took a step back from my fiery attack.And I began to write this.
Take a walk with me.To the end we shall go, were ever it may be,Take me down the path less travelled, walk me through the sea.The broken glass of crackled hearts, were bare feet may tread,Along side the river of the dammed, the water coloured red.Hollow bones and bullet holes litter the sandy plain,Dried blood is the mark that only death may reign.Yet here we stand in fire and smoke,Drowning in it's gentle choke.One inhale,and off I'll sail.To a valley of eternal bliss.
My WingsMoving on to better things, I'm so happy I found my wingsNo need for tears, no sinking fears.A burning passion comes in roaring fashion.A smile I bear, free without a care.No broken hearts, or scaring marks.I'm moving on to better things, no more rocks upon my wings.
Doodle DabbleI like to scribbleScribbleScribbleUnreadableBunched upCrowdedScrunchesOf wordsAnd doodlesAt differentSlantsAnglesAnd sizesUpside down or upFrom left to rightOr right to leftIt just comes out.It makes no sense.But it does to me.
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PleaseListen, please, will you take my hand?I want to lift you up, make you new again.To free you from your silent misery,That's my wish, please come with me.The demons are surrounding you, filling your head, but I can help you be new again.Your dark past means nothing to me, the darkness will be gone, you will be free.Just please, please come with me. Seeing you in the darkness, you don't know how it hurts me.You don't know how much I want you to be free.Just please, please come with me.
The Little DaydreamerA little girl sits on a benchThe world passes her byShe watches her peers as they playThen looks up at the skyAt the clouds and the birdsOh, look! - A plane!It must be nice to fly so highIn that blue, cloudy domainShe smiles to herselfDeep in her own little worldThen a small voices interrupts,Asking, "What're you smilin' about, girl?"She brings her head down,Eyes widening in surpriseNo one's ever asked beforeNo 'what's' or 'how's' or 'why's'The green-eyed boy continuesBefore she can reply,Saying, "You just sit there everydayAnd I kind of want to know why.""Wouldn't you rather be playing?Running and being free?What's so great up there?Nothing - as far as I can see.""Don't you ever get lonelyBeing the only one here?Are you afraid of them?'Cause there's really nothing to fear."When she can get a word in,She doesn't speak right awayInstead, she once again looks upThen finds the words she wants to say:"I am not lonely.I'm perfectly fine here.It's okay that
The Lord of CreativityAs I fell asleep last night,I awoke not quite myself.I glanced downFrom where I satAt the edge of the bed,And there my body layStill sound asleep!I got up,Glanced around.I wasn't sureWhat to think.Suddenly,A bright flashAppeared before my eyes.Then a few feet away,Stood a door.No wall held it in place,And it was not there before.I glance backAt my peacefully snoring self,And took a closer lookAt the entrance in front of me.Made of a reddish wood,And carved withAll sortsOf unimaginable things.The knob was plain,WornAnd round.Taking a peekTo make sureI was still asleep,I slowlyTurned the handle.As I walked throughI had to squint and blink.I was greeted byAn assortment of colorEverywhere.The sight took my breath away.So many thingsThat I had never seen.I couldn't possiblyDescribe;Even if I tried.Leading to the doorWas a short path,And at the endStood a house.Simple as any old cottage,But with a picturesque look.I wander on down.Looking b
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Little BoyThere once was a little boy . . .He always chose to sit next to a windowPeople would wonder why he would do soHe wasn’t at the top of his classBut he managed to pass.One day this girl took his seatAnd began to eatWhile the boy wasn’t there.As she sat downShe began to frownAnd pushed in the chairAnd walked away.On the very next dayThe little boy satAnd had on a hat.He spoke with easeSaid he liked the breezeAnd he never spoke again
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Tis Christmas timeTis that time of yearChildren wear cheeky grinsAs the peeking beginsParents wrap presentsAs santa makes a presenceAdults write long listsAll the while wrapping giftsMummas cooking more than neededAnd Daddas looking for that ted The tree is sparklingWhile the lights are twinklingTinsle hangs everywhereChildren are fully awareThat it is that time of year
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