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DishonouredDishonoured:

He stands before the adoring crowd,
Basking in their cheers and standing ovation.
But he has already been dishonoured -
By means of his perverse innovation.

For none could know of the dark secret;
About the art that he claims to be his own.
It is naught but an illusion, smoke and mirrors -
A theft for which he must atone...

But this disgusting creature, this worthless abhuman;
So desperate for the glory which he sees upon the stage!
Will quietly don the skin of another;
An urge he must assuage...

Biting his nails, a cracked smile upon his lips, he whispers:
"No one will know, no one will find it and I am great..."

by *WordOfChen in Free Verse

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Waking NightmaresWaking Nightmares:

It begins in the same way, every single night
Fire spreading from an altar in the darkness—
As all living beings are slowly consumed,
The coruscating flames appear wet with blood…

The scene then changes to a flooded hallway
Live wires dangling just above the water,
Like venomous serpents slithering in the darkness—
A single pounce would end my life…

Eventually the hallway ends with a door,
One that reminds me of forgotten yore—
And my thoughts shall be in rhyme at this point
As though lips and tongue are eternally joint…

What maddened schemes have they in mind?
It is not a questioWaking Nightmares in Free Verse

FEARFEAR:

Frantically he scrambles away from the dark
Eager to be free of his waking nightmare
Acting only upon the instinct within him;
Reminded constantly that he is prey

For some time he hides in the pervasive shadows—
Earnestly praying that he will not be discovered
A single sound is all it takes to jar him;
Running from a creature that he can barely see

From head to toe it is certainly monstrous
Enshrouded in an aura of absolute repugnance
As the acid drips from its cruel jaws,
Rapidly dissolving the ground below

Fearful, he cowers, beneath boxes and cardboard,
Escaping away into a tiny corner of his mind
Alone with only FEAR in Free Verse

Coward of a ManCoward of a Man:

You stand there whinin', cryin' crocodile tears and playin' victim.
Ye eyes demand pity, but yer lips are spewin' nothin' but lies.
Flowery speeches o' harmony and unification;
It's bollocks and snake-oil I say!

I ask ye, as someone who aspires t' be a leader:
What exactly are ye worth?
Who exactly are ya, and what in th' bloody hell makes you worth followin'?

Now I've watched ye fer a long time, and I've known ye fer even longer -
Ye always stand there beggin', askin' us fer help, askin' fer a handout;
But yer hands are clean, uncalloused, and completely free from sweat or toil.
Instead, ye make us promises; promiCoward of a Man in Free Verse

I Comfort MyselfWith a warm drink, whispering secrets to my own reflection.

The struggles that plague me, though none may know,

Are only for the ears of my quiet mirror, who smiles

Softly, warmly and with care. He tells me, I'm fine

I've done well for now and soon I may finally rest.

Though the silence continues to press upon me,

Weighing upon my soul like an iron crate.

Still I find comfort in whispering secrets,

If only to my own reflection - holding a warm drink...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th October 2012I Comfort Myself in Free Verse

There are Things Beneath the GardenThere Are Things Beneath the Garden:

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There are things beneath the garden,
Which you really shouldn't see.

There are things beneath the garden,
That don't belong to me.

There are things beneath the garden,
Gone rotten blue and black.

There are things beneath the garden,
In a dripping gunny sack...

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There are flowers in the garden,
Which you really shouldn't pull.

There are flowers in the garden,
That sit on top of wool.

There are flowers in the garden,
With a really rotten scent.

There are flowers in the garden,
Above bodies burnt and bent...

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I love this little garden,
It's a special place to me.

I love this little gThere are Things Beneath the Garden in Traditional Fixed Forms

They Watch UsThey Watch Us:

Perched high upon the mountains;
With wings as black as night.
They watch us in the hour,
Before darkness turns to light.

I've seen them in my visions;
In dreams they come and go,
But the things they seem to tell me
I guess nobody should know...

I've seen children that are buried,
Beneath a frozen lake.
A maiden sits there weeping;
Her heart is soon to break.

The crows flutter downward,
A noose amongst their hands.
They take the maiden away,
To a dark and distant land.

And even if I follow -
Even if I try...
I'll simply end up buried,
Where the frozen children lie.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th November 2012They Watch Us in Traditional Fixed Forms

Where Angels PlayWhere Angels Play:

A lonely spark appears before me tonight
amongst the struggles deep inside of me...
Should I give in, will I breathe in?

How much more can I be forced to take
before my soul breaks?
Shards crashing into me
letting me know I am alive
If only
I am barely breathing...

The moon lights my pathway
deep in dark, where we will fade
I've walked past the archway
Where angels will play...

The warmest touch, upon my skin
Wings that glow with sacred light, from deep within
They have come to take me back, to where I've been
Gone away into the winds, my voice forever lingering

Do I alone escape this and find my peace
wiWhere Angels Play in Free Verse

Little Soldier BoyHe does not fight for the General barking orders,

Nor for the man in a suit, who sent him across borders...

In his pocket he keeps a single picture, a sole reminder

Like ancient scripture. A home he misses so endlessly,

Tirelessly calling out in his dreams at night. It is the last

That remains on his lips, with his finger pressed upon the trigger.

A single heartbeat, as he sights his enemy; A quiet prayer

To rest in peace. Yet soon it fades, as hope is fleeting;

For the little soldier boy, once marching home.

"Bottoms up buddy, I miss you..."

-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th October 2012Little Soldier Boy in Free Verse

My Beautiful FilthMy Beautiful Filth:

We'll start with the rose petals
scattered lavishly across the bed
A symbolic collage of my broken thoughts
like memories crushed and thrown into the winds
they lie where they fall, forever forgotten...

Tacks and nails shall line the floor!
A perfect representation of my painful steps
To walk forward was to suffer
to stand still was to endure
Like the insults thrown at me, like the physical abuse
they drive their way into my skin and remain embedded
Unable to be removed except by force

And now comes the masterpiece, the perfect finishing touch
A wall of words and photographs depicting my sorrows and greivanceMy Beautiful Filth in Free Verse

WinterfallWinterfall:

Warm blood drips upon the pearl white snow
freezing into droplets that shine and glow
Red like the colour of his once livid cheeks
It frames the sculpture I have carved on this peak

An artwork made so terrifyingly sublime
I believe that such a thing would be condemned as a crime
But woe betide the unfortunate soul
For the poor man stumbled into the freezing cold...

I remember his features in his moment of death
Hope and despair, intermingled as one
A shine of reality as he opens the door
and steps into the hell from the days of yore

From then he has passed into my loving care
His body as a shell and so I lay it bare
Winterfall in Free Verse

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Truth?"Truth?"

Truth has become reality's biggest nightmare
Which always becomes buried by those in despair
For is it more noble to bite one's tongue until it turns red
Or let truth accumulate until his heart pumps out dread?
My intuition has led me to the truth many times before
Of which I have realized truth is not the cure
But what is the truth when every character has a story
Upon which each owner desires to claim truth's glory?
For it is comforting for those to retreat from their fears
Or deny truth exists and mask it with cheers
What ignorant mortals for them I take sorrow
For truth will target and haunt them tomorrow
As for myseTruth? in Free Verse

Am I Alive?"Am I Alive?"

They tell me I am a human being

Alive and possessing a mind, heart, and feelings

So why no matter how hard I try

I can not help but feel dead inside?

Always wishing I could undo the past

Always wishing for my happiness to last

To this day my heart keeps beating

Despite the pain which is never receding

Every morning I contemplate what lies before me

Every night I contemplate death and all its glory

And as I stare into empty spaces

I see the images of familiar faces

If the answer to my pain is to leave them alone

And to vanish into the great unknown

Then in my grave I shall rest with stains

From the violence and thAm I Alive? in Free Verse

Gates Of Hell"Gates Of Hell"

There's a vortex after death that leads to an underground cave

In which many of the souls He locked away could not be "saved"

And now they wander lost among the damned that dwell

Endlessly forever searching for the Gates Of Hell

Past the vultures that feasted on the broken bones

My wretched home was not that much different from those alone

The weapons of murder utilized can be checked at the door

Chances are if they are here they have used them once before

The gore that they spread to assassinate their foes

Led others to salvation and decimated woes

But now they are here to rejoice with the damned that dwell

WanderGates Of Hell in Traditional Fixed Forms

Exiled Together"Exiled Together"

He slept with both eyes open

As the maiden near him cried

Under covers tightly woven

They knew tomorrow would be goodbye

He gave her all he had

But soon she'd have to go

Leaving him very sad

And possibly quite alone

She could have been pelted

By stones from those arms

Who would rather see her swelter

Under fire by a barn

Every time they tried

To torture her to death

This man would come around

And defend her one last breath

But now she would be cast

Into the morning's rising sun

I can't say I know for sure

What exactly she had done

Was she deemed a witch?

A fugitive? A traitor?

Was she the town's snitchExiled Together in Free Verse

Humiliation"Humiliation"

If I exist to teach a lesson
Then that lesson is to overcome
Any hardship or desire
Always fight; never run
Never give in to others
Or let them think that they won
We are all capable of strength
We will never be outdone
If I exist to show you how
Listen to what I have to say
Always do the best you can
And one day you'll find your way
Some exist to show us reasons
Why things are the way they are
And though their time may be short
They'll help us uncover scars
Everyone has a purpose
Even if you don't know it yet
Your existence affects others
There are those I won't forget
No matter how real the pain
Or how sHumiliation in Free Verse

Face Me"Face Me"

So it seems now yet again

God has placed you in my sight

Its time to discuss this my dear friend

I wonder if we'll make it out alive

We need to help each other

If we are going to survive

But I would rather cover

My ashamed face and hide

But here in this time and space

For this moment I won't run

Here we are now face to face

I will not be outdone

I can feel you glaring

Staring at my weakened heart

The one that's always tearing

And ripping it apart

But this has got to stop

No more of this resentment

I will come out on top

I will gain my contentment

You were always such a pain

Our thoughts often collided

Driving Face Me in Traditional Fixed Forms

Flower Power"Flower Power"

Speak to me, my little flower
Dancing in the breeze
With your frail and fragile stem
You are braver than the trees
Bend for me, my faithful flower
Bend yourself at your knees
With your keen and natural instincts
You will survive the looming bees

Spread your petals as wide as you can
As your pollen starts to blow
To the oceans and their sands
And as far as they can go
Pollinate the others
With your warm and loving scent
Never fear the storm that's near
For I will circumvent

Live for me, my precious flower
I'll cover you from snow
With my rugged, worn-down hands
I will help you grow
Cry for me, my wounded floFlower Power in Free Verse

Shove Me"Shove Me"

A little bird often sings outside my window
Lonely as sin he made a nest above the snow
With his delicate singing I smile as wide as I can
Still it doesn't help me forget the terrible person I am
Songs so soft and pleasant to the ear
Songs that would wash away anyone's fears
Songs as beautiful as the evening rain
Songs that have hidden messages of peace contained
Yet vultures and crows feast on birds of his kind
Perhaps its fate our lives have intertwined
Because just when everything to this bird starts making sense
The eagles come and sweep away his self confidence
Yet a bird so strong still needs to learn to fly
FShove Me in Free Verse

War Crimes"War Crimes"

Hello? Can anyone hear me?
I'm stuck here in this cave
Was that the sound of bullets?
It certainly isn't rain
When will mommy and daddy return?
I'm so cold here and alone
This fire doesn't burn
This country is not my home
How could this have happened?
I am only nine
Tomorrow is my birthday
I haven't done a crime
Mommy and daddy said to wait
As they went to gather food
I hope they're not the bait
To delighten someone's mood
What if they never come back?
Will I ever be saved?
I'm stuck here so afraid
Defenseless in this cave
The only sound I hear
Are bullets growing near
And I may have heard a bomb
I'm tryiWar Crimes in Free Verse

Reason To Believe"Reason To Believe"

I long for hope that burns inside of me
Because there are so many things that I've never seen
So many places that I've never been
So much beauty that has yet to begin

This hope I long for that burns inside of me
Is the means and reason for me to believe
In all the things I've known and everything I have
For things can never really be that bad.

This hope I have is what pushes me forward
Slightly northward and around the corner
Its what gets me by each and every day
Because you never know what tomorrow may convey

You never really know what the future holds
Some days are bronze while others are gold
You never rReason To Believe in Free Verse

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Changing LanesChanging Lanes.

Change is continuous.

Adjusting may be strenuous.

Some directions will be tenuous.

Not everyone can afford to be generous.

Life may have forced them to become selfish and venomous.

All we have are memories and pictures to remind of what once was.

They're there to remind us of all the phases, the pain and the love thChanging Lanes in Free Verse

The Connecticut Massacre.The Connecticut Massacre.

He was described as quiet, shy and socially awkward.
He was not the type to be loud, abrasive and forward.

He was highly intelligent and kept his thoughts to himself.
He didn't posses the tools to communicate with anyone else.

Whenever he spoke, his words felt forced and fake.
Who knew back then how many lives this man could take.

The realisation of his isolation was activated by the school premises.
He was never able to see his peers as friends but only as his nemeses.

But when he was home his alienation became none existent.
He was able to laugh and smile without any form of resistance.

The constant contrastThe Connecticut Massacre. in Urban & Spoken Word

Reality Verses The DreamReality Verses The Dream.

Above the confines of the earths atmosphere.

I am embraced by the luminous clouds.

With the stars in reaching distance.

Surrounded by the acoustics of the sea.

Accompanied by the alluring scents of nature.

Observing the planets that stand like monuments.

This is the place where my body wants to be.

These are the sights my eyes want to see.

This is place where my mind can be free.

This is the only place where I can truly be me.

Now back to reality.

And the self perpetuating insanity.

Constricted by the codes of a conscripted morality.

Living in a world that is drenched in disparity.

How will I ever be aReality Verses The Dream in Free Verse

Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.

I thrive and depend on your compliments

And it is only then as a direct consequence,

Am I truly able to write with confidence.

Even though your words are only temporary.

I deem your contribution as utterly necessary,

In order to refresh my wavering, selective memory.

My own validation depends on your approval.

Whether it is congratulatory or discouragingly brutal.

Your input is the one thing that is most crucial.

Can I call myself a writer if I don't believe in myself?

When I constantly seek approval from everyone else?

How can I then expect to make any sort of wealth?

Of a craft and skill I still think anyUnconscious Epiphany. in Free Verse

PerfectionPerfection.

She lodges her fingers down her throat.

Clasping onto the wall as she recklessly chokes.

She reinserts her fingers back in forcibly.

Deliriously trying to make her body thinner.

She swoons and slumps to the floor nauseously

As she attempts to regurgitate her dinner.

Her throat aches as she screeches out coarsely,

With her hand covering the image in the mirror.

Her head now rests on the on the rim of the toilet seat.

She wants to eat but she just has not got in her.

She desperately begins to scream out inaudibly.

Her mouth now tastes of something pulpy and bitter.

She examines the red color of the fluid cautiously.

RePerfection in Urban & Spoken Word

The Super Hero DreamThe Super Hero Dream.

Since I was young I've always had this reoccurring dream.

As immature and juvenile at it may seem.

I'd have this one fantasy…

That me and my peers were apart of a heroic, super natural team.

We would serve and protect the world from impending doom.

But every morning I always end up waking up too soon.

I would stir and gaze around my marvel inspired room.

And attempt to…

Move objects with just will of my mind.

Completely alter my anatomical design.

Teleport in and out of realties and dimensions.

Communicate with anyone via a telepathic connection.

Have an invulnerable metal emerge from my knuckles.
The Super Hero Dream in Free Verse

Purpose.Purpose.

What would a story be?
If there was no one there to read it.

What would dreams be?
If there was no one there to conceive it.

What would a picture be?
If there was no one there to see it.

What would a secret be?
If there was no one there to keep it.

What would love be?
If there was no one there to feel it.

What would a song be?
If there was no one there to sing it.

What would the truth be?
If there was no one there to admit it.

What would advice be?
If there was no one there to give it.

What would life be?
If there was no one there to live it.

Kela Lewis-MorinPurpose. in Free Verse

Home AloneHome Alone.

Everything becomes so much more dark and sinister whenever you are alone.
You're constantly on guard and overcautious just to answer your mobile phone.
Any slight disturbance or eerie creak and you begin to panic.
Retreating back into your secure settee conjuring up the most dramatic
Scenarios that have virtually no possibility of ever occurring.
But that never seems to stop the cogs from continuously turning.
You fasten all the windows and arm yourself with kitchen based artillery.
And man your position surveying the living room as if you were a member of the military.
Increasing the volume on your television set to disHome Alone in Free Verse

SilenceSilence.

A language that everyone speaks.
       But one that we are not able to hear.

A place where emotions and abandonment meet.
       Of which we are forced to confront our buried fears.

There are no more lessons that the agents of society can teach.
       An infinite amount of words expressed through a solitary tear.

People dish out advice but never practise what they preach.
       A language with the same traits as a hopeful prayer.

A society where people judge others, as they sit back iSilence in Urban & Spoken Word

UncheartedUnchearted

Home is where the heart is.

Where do you go if you have no heart?

The end is where the start is.

How can you proceed.

Without a fully motorized engine?

The inanimate body still bleeds.

How can we function and operate.

Without a soul purpose?

Love and pain refuse to cooperate.

Life becomes incomplete

&Unchearted in Free Verse

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We kill angelsWe take the kindness for granted when
We think that we deserve it but then
The angel we owe this to falls finally
We wonder aloud and we wonder why
And over the angel we broke we cry
Still we can't see we caused it initially

It's too easy to make angels fall
While wond'ring "Where are the angels all?"
It's so easy to push them over the edge
By demanding and taking it all, yet
We never give, never repay the debt
Tell me, what excuse do we have to allege?

Oh, leeches we are, vampires feeding
On angels' hearts, don't see they're needing
Kind words once in a while, arms to hold them, too
Why do we not tell them they are precious
IWe kill angels in Traditional Fixed Forms

34. MoonOne night I was aked by the moon
If I am happy
I could not reply too soon
the answer's not easy
I should have simply said "yes" and leave the moon alone up there
But instead I said "I don't know" and the moon began to stare

All I had wanted was to dream
And gaze at the sky
But now there was the moon's gleam
Demanding reasons why
Maybe I should have turned away, ignoring the bright moon, but
Its light filled my bedroom and my window blind refused to shut

So many time you looked at me
Longing in your eyes
I wonder if you're happy
Or if you need advise
But since you never said a word I finally did ask
Say, are you hap34. Moon in Traditional Fixed Forms

Commission - Angel and Demon"Are you going to tell
the same story over and over again?"
I can hear you yell
Hear me out before you complain!
The story is eternal
Immortal and everlasting about
Two beings, one infernal
one divine, trust and doubt.
I am going to tell
An old story with new words again.

Once upon a time there
came an angel down to earth, so pure she was
Sent from above where
No lie was heard, there was no cause
For a word to be untrue.
For a single heart to host any greed.
About demons angels knew
They were a sinful breed.
To an unknown place there
Descended an angel, kind she was

But for reasons unknown
The angel found herself in a priCommission - Angel and Demon in Traditional Fixed Forms

GardenIn my head there is a garden
All flowers are in full bloom
Filled with warm beauty of all kinds
Never withering in the light
Thousands of mellow scents so softly
The wind carries along
Floating like balmy breezes
They tell of flower's glory

I my head there is a garden
Which drinks the light of the night
In which many kinds of flowers bloom
After the sun went down to sleep
Blossoms with imaginary glows
Unfold in deep silence
They are of a spectral kind
And as fragile as thin ice

My mind is one single garden
Where flowers of every kind grow
It's even filled with such unique kinds
Which grow and glow only at night
But what haGarden in Free Verse

8. AwayNight falls, after a long day
I stand at the rail of the ship
And think of you, so far away
Whishing for the end of this trip

I am one, I am two
I am three and four and five
I'm five hundred miles away from you
My love, my wife

Again night falls, the sea's calm
The wind is whispering your name
And for my soul there is no balm
Because I miss you all the same.

I am one, I am two
I am three and four and five
I'm six hundred miles away from you
My love, my wife

Moon and stars shine down on me
Constellations you've never seen
How long will the two of us be
Still seperated by sea's green?

I am one, I am two
I am three and four 8. Away in Songs & Lyrics

Leave her alone!I see you, hear your cries
They may come from the heart
You blame others for filthy lies
But yet, you fail to see
And still, you fail to listen
You assume, think you know
But you don't understand

I see you, hear you whine
Maybe you really miss her
Maybe you cannot understand
She has a life on her own
Come on, get up. I know it's hard
Move on, you can't have her back

I see you, hear you still
See, the more you complain
The more pathetic it looks
Without a true apology
She is not to blame for this
She had suffered far too long

I see you and hear you
And for the last time "Stop!"
She has enough of you, just go
Leave her, doLeave her alone! in Free Verse

Frightful MeetingShe ran into the woods alone
Until she reached an ancient stone
A forgotten giant's ashen bone
Overgrown by moss and firs
Where there was the love of hers

But not joy guided her today
Not happiness showed her the way
As rain fell from a sky led gray
Saltwater ran down her face
When she reached their meeting place

Adorned with a ruby red stain
A body awaited her slain
Causing such unbearable pain
Whom she'd given her heart to
Now had his own cut in two

Jelousy, the bitter passion
This cruel scenery did fashion
Where he ended up as ashen
and cold as the stone and sky
Made the loved girl want to dieFrightful Meeting in Traditional Fixed Forms

A ComparisonI do not dare to speak of family
When yours was torn apart so suddenly
I do not dare to speak of funerals
When you had to bury several friends
I do not speak of depressions and mental issues
When your demons had almost got you killed
I do not speak of the darkness I am fighting
Compared to your hell it's merely a shade

You all have faced greater horrors
Than I can ever imagine
I never felt such intense pain
I never was already dying
What right do I have to be weak
When you survived so much worse?A Comparison in Free Verse

Death is knockingDeath knocks at my door.
I pretend I'm not around,
Hoping he would leave.
But he's just the messenger
For the mourning yet to come

Death keeps on knocking.
There is no way to fool him.
He knows my place well.
No matter where I move to,
He never fails finding me

Death is still knocking.
I give in, open the door.
"It's been quite a while."
He's acting like an old friend
While he tells who died this time.Death is knocking in Free Verse

66. SnowPearly white and soft
From the sky fell over night
The world's wedding gown66. Snow in Haiku & Eastern

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~NemoX7

Apocalpyse ChildStanding alone amongst ruins of rubble,
Waits a little angel with eyes expressing fear.
She wears a dress of shining so light and clear,
And in her palm she holds her teddy so tight,
Whilst scarlet skies turn black to herald trouble.

Flames fly high over her raven crown without care,
Scorching grim ground beneath her feet.
But this is no angel that any army can defeat,
She'll break bullets with breath of a terrified sound,
And she'll tame those who torment with her stare.

Standing alone amongst wreckage of war,
Sings a little angel with hands howling pain.
She walks in boots of mourning so brash and vain,
And in her gaze she wielApocalpyse Child in Free Verse

Infinite NightmaresI'm in an infinite nightmare,
And it's a horror show of sin.
I don't know what to say,
I don't know how to begin:
But would you listen or even care?

I'm in an infinite nightmare,
And it's a bleak carnival of corruption.
I want to escape this place,
I want to rid my mind of this disruption:
But can I risk it or would I dare?

I'm in an infinite nightmare,
And it's a morbid theatre of torture.
I can't continue in this state,
I can't imagine of dreams so pure:
But will you listen or even stare?Infinite Nightmares in Free Verse

Solace Of Suffering in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Black RoseIn between such delicate fingertips;
She holds the blackest of roses,
And the dark petals brush her lips.
Her sombre shadow across her face,
Describes the bleakest of life's loses.

Such sweet scent floating in the air;
She breathes in the aroma of the black rose,
That scarlet stem entwines in her raven hair.
Her enchanting eyes are but a glaze,
Those wells of happiness have all but froze.

Thorns of iron dig into her soft skin;
She screams from the pain of that bloody rose,
With it's intoxication of simplistic sin.
Her haunting presence brings haste,
To a silence of a death nearing close.The Black Rose in Free Verse

The Solemn VersesI spend my days awake in the darkness,
Where going forward in life is but a guess.
Alone I muse on the memories I regret,
Images that floods me in cruel embarrassment,
But I fear not the experiences I won't forget.

So you think you know everything about me?
You understand what makes me truly tick,
And how you can cause my conscience to click.
You really believe everything you hear and see,
To a point where my death is all you'll hold dear.

I spend my nights dead to the nightmare,
Too cold to the rhythmic heartbeats that care.
Alone I ponder on the possessions I bide,
Items that curses me in flawed attainment,
But I hate not theThe Solemn Verses in Traditional Fixed Forms

Halfway To InsanityVerse One
Scars on my flesh,
Scars on my bone;
Never revealing this pain I feel.
Heartbroken over her twisted treason,
She's the myth of my own reason.

Cuts across my face,
Cuts across my eyes;
Always blind to the hell that is real.
Forlorn about her dire devotion,
She's the horror of my morbid fascination

Chorus I
Halfway to insanity,
Is where I ought to be.
Halfway to insanity,
And there is nothing more to see,
Halfway to insanity! Halfway to insanity!

Verse Two
Slashes along my veins,
Slashes along my nails;
Forever will this heart of mine never heal.
I hear her call on southern winds,
Chanting out all my empty sins.
Halfway To Insanity in Free Verse

Final End in Traditional Fixed Forms

PossibilitiesEchoes crawl in your fleshless mind,
These are the dreams you've yet to uncover.
Open up your heart of infinite imagination,
Pouring out all those small tender things,
That would evoke such expansive emotion.

Illusions dwell in your boneless soul,
These are the nightmares you'll always discover.
Free your spirit of potent possibilities,
Fly away on such graceful wisdom wings,
Gazing down on a myriad of mysteries.

Pixels slither in your unconscious eye,
These are the images you'll come to suffer.
Release your sight of faltering fiction,
Circling the dust with elegant red rings,
Forming a picture of your internal infliction.Possibilities in Free Verse

Demonic ManiaAaaaaaaargh! Damn you all!
These walls are closing in on me,
And this hatred cannot let me be.
Twisted. Tortured. Tainted.
Sands of horror are in my eyes.

Aaaaaaaargh! To hell I go!
Flames swirl around my feet,
But I cannot fear it's freezing heat.
Sadistic. Sordid. Scorched.
Icicles of death are on my lips.

Aaaaaaaargh! Hear me scream!
Venom flows through my veins,
My life is deteriorating in a million pains.
Manic. Morose. Morbid.
Raindrops of despair fall with my tears.Demonic Mania in Free Verse

Shoot Me!Go ahead and shoot me!
Heaven's above,
My scornful friend, my bitter love.
Am I committing a cold crime,
Because these lines did rhyme?

Go ahead and shoot me!
Bleeding heck,
Not in my flaming neck.
Oh great: I am dead now I suppose?
Because of witless words I compose.

Go ahead and shoot me!
Bloody hell,
Am I truly and honestly well?
For you it can never be really right,
Because I lack emotion in what I write?Shoot Me! in Free Verse

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Why? in Emotional

No Father on Father's DayIt was Father's Day and I stood in the back of the class
I was young and stood alone, waiting for my turn as I was last
I look over at all the other dads and played with my hair
My name was called – no more time to prepare

I stepped in front of them all and they sighed
"Why is there no father by that girl's side?"
"Probably just another deadbeat who can't even come."
I looked up at them and smiled back at my mum

"My daddy couldn't come today but I know he wish he could,
He doesn't live with us anymore even, but I know he would-
He loved me very much and taught me a great deal,
He taught me to ride a bike and fly a kite, he hadNo Father on Father's Day in Traditional Fixed Forms

You are the Moon and I the SunWe are two people
And yet we are one
You are the moon
And I am the sun

In a perfect circle we move
Without the other, we break
As the world crumbles around us
We know the the other is not fake

You are the moon and I the sun
And together we do beat as oneYou are the Moon and I the Sun in Free Verse

I Miss My FriendYou know, I always thought you'd be my friend
I never thought what we had would ever end
But everything changed when I told you about him
And now everything is bleak and grey and grim

I took a risk and told you he likes me for who I am
And yet you couldn't so much as give a damn
You were mad that I was 'leaving you' for this boy
You made me feel like nothing more than a toy

I confided in you, felt safe with you, and I miss you
But whatever we had is apparently through
So you can ignore my pain and ignore my fear
Ignore how I happy and carefree I may appear

Don't look for my love for you lost that long ago
Because it is the truth I Miss My Friend in Free Verse

Veterans are in my Heart and SoulVeterans – they are in my heart and soul
Whether they listen to rap or rock and roll
Veterans, they are all the same at heart
Even my mama and daddy played their part

Strong at heart, bold in nature, but still kind
Fighting until their last words are signed
Losing their limbs, their friends, their life
All to bring an end to this horrible strife

These Veterans I do so love for what they do
For freedom, there is nothing they won't go through
They will fight until they are finally called home
Be that home with their family or the twilight zone

And so I get rather riled up when they aren't respected
Do you know how much we'd be affeVeterans are in my Heart and Soul in Free Verse

Even Angels Need A Helping HandEvery human that will walk this earth
Has a purpose and has a worth
From birth to grave, from life to death
Until they breathe their very last breath
Their path is laid out before them

Some are destined to help others
To act as parents, sisters and brothers
To bring light into a vast sea of darkness
Working to the bone and never less

Others might be tasked to sit on the sidelines
Waiting and watching for tell-tale signs
Helping without face-to-face interaction
Discerning what help to give from other's actions

Then there are the Angels, the light givers
Their love all-encompassing like a grand river
It is their nature to help aEven Angels Need A Helping Hand in Free Verse

The Pride of WordsI am an author, a poet, a writer, and a story-teller
I have a dream to become a New York best-seller
But why is this work unrecognized by most
Why can we hardly ever make the winning post?

I shall tell you why - the populous won't take the time
To take in the meaning behind the rhyme
They choose instead to look at a pretty picture
Why should they waste time to read boring scripture?

It takes less than a heartbeat to look at an image
Pictures of angels or pirates and their pillage
Yes, it takes longer to read a poem or story
But within the words lie the truth of glory

Pretty pictures may be quick to look at
Sure, you can draw a haThe Pride of Words in Traditional Fixed Forms

Bullying: Another Life is StolenMaking others feel worthless is what you do best
Then you go and claim it was all a joke, a mere jest
But your words mean more than you comprehend
Your words can lose somebody their dearest friend

Your jokes have taken another young life away
Now the day is bleak and a cruel shade of grey
Know that to obtain your one little power trip
Your victim will feel as if they are being whipped

So the next time you feel the urge to tease or play
Be sure to always remember what happened this day
Your torment stole a family member and friend
And for the family, there will seem to be no end

Stop the bullying before another young life is stolenBullying: Another Life is Stolen in Traditional Fixed Forms

Secret SantaBorn from a circus
And playful as a kitten
But caring as an angel
And even gentle too

We love all that you are
And will be here for you
Just as we know
You will be here for us

You are an amazing friend
One I wouldn't trade away
So here is hoping
You have a very merry Christmas!Secret Santa in Free Verse

What Is Love? in Other

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Heart SongLove it is a hunger
A powerful, burning need
Love it is a river
Born in a teardrops seed
Love it is a melody
That gives us wings to fly
Love it is a daydream
That's echoed in a sigh
Love it is a Prayer
That heals the hurting soul
Love it is a comfort
It's tender warmth enfolds
Love can raise and lift you
Love can break you down
Love can overwhelm you
So deep that you could drown
Love it has no reason
No logic and no sense
Love it is a marvel
What else is so immense?
Love can climb a mountain
And change a human heart
Love can cross an ocean
That keeps two hearts apart
Love it see's our beauty
And looks right through our flaws
Love if we just let it
Can open bolted doors
Love all things can conquer
For that's what love is for
Love if we just let it
Will show us heavens shore...Heart Song in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Loving DeadIn this place so haunting
Your echo still remains
Distant through the darkness
Your laughter is unchained
Silken threads of perfume
These walls they still retain
Can a dead heart love you?
A memory from the past?
Long ago you left me
Cross sea of time so vast
Holding your dead body
A curse on God I cast
Dead, I go on living
Without a heart or soul
Hunting in the moonlight
Though blood does not console
Loves silken blade's so sharp
Yet thee I still extol
I love you Elizabetha
Your face I can't forget
In the tomb's dark cradle
Like a jewel I'm beset
Hope is for the living
But love it lingers yet...
The Loving Dead in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Price of TreacheryAnubis was watching
Such treacherous deceit
Tremble foolish mortal
For he you soon must meet

Death brings that appointment
When your heart he'll weigh
Sin will tip the feather
"To hell with you he'll say"

Learning ancient magic
You thought you knew it all
But pride deceitful one
Doth come before a fall

Power unexpected
Will fall upon your head
The will of sweet Osiris
Will fill you full of dread...

The Price of Treachery in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Poets Birth...Snow is gently falling
I feel it's cold caress
My world disappearing
All by ice possessed

Passions embers dying
Love falling from the sky
Screaming out to heaven
The simple question, why?

Helplessly I'm watching
I know my heart must die
A thousand broken shards
No more to rise and fly

The sky is cold and black
The stars so far away
Beneath this long dead moon
My crying soul must stay

I begged the sun, 'don't go'
Yet from my sky she fled
Left me alone and dying
And not a word was said

Love thy blade bites deeply
There's crimson on the snow
And from this bleeding heart
The hurting words shall flow

Tears like rain are faThe Poets Birth... in Traditional Fixed Forms

Jack is back...Dancing in the gas light
Playful wisps of thickening fog
Shadows scurrying home
And the distant bark of dogs
Doors are slammed and bolted
All the ale houses closed
Like a blanket falling
Sweet silence is composed
Echoes upon cobbles
The music of this night
Fear and expectation
My work brings such delight
Pretty whores they quiver
Money their desperate need
Standing in the streetlight
Which one for me shall bleed?
Half a crown did buy her
Into my darkness led
Swift the flash of silver
And swift the kiss of death
Her eyelids I will carve
And take a piece of ear
Rip her gut wide open
My work they shall revere
Sculpting with intestines
Possessions all laid out,
'Ripper murders again'
The paperboys will shout
Rip some flesh for breakfast,
The headlines I'll survey
It gives me such delight
To read the things they say!Jack is back... in Traditional Fixed Forms

My Constant LoverSo gentle is your touch
That tender first caress
Yearning in your fingertips
That leaves my soul undressed

Naked here before you
I have become your toy
Knelt in thrall before you
Defeated I give you joy

Your hands roam unrestricted
Your touch so deft and true
Making such sweet music
There is no move you rue

Fire bereft of passion
Intensity without pleasure
Weakness and surrender
The qualities you treasure

Mistress all demanding
You know that I am yours
There is no resisting
The fire in dreaded claws

So deep you rip and tear
Such damage you inflict
You laugh to see me crying
At the pain that makes me sick

Joints you cauMy Constant Lover in Traditional Fixed Forms

Gentle WingsLike the sweetest melody
Loves stirring fills the air
Gentle wings of healing hearts
In sunbeams glisten fair

Unspoken are the yearnings
That silent souls dare hope
Heaven in a land of dreams
Before loves name is spoke

Spirits dance in courtship
Midst moonbeams silver light
Wonder in the weaving
Of natures ancient rite

Feel the breath of magic
That bids us walk above
To wander through the stars
As we declare our love...Gentle Wings in Traditional Fixed Forms

The journeyThe softest silver stars
Paint love light in thine eyes
Pure, enchanting beauty
For thee my heart doth fly

Moonbeams light perfection
Each sweet enchanting curve
Whispering of passion
Without the need of words

Love, our wine and nectar
A sacred river flows
Whence and where unwritten
Save to high plateaus

Then in rainbows falling
Through light and time and space
Our love divine shall journey
As I look on thy face...The journey in Traditional Fixed Forms

Truth...In this haunted palace
The air is rank and foul
Every hanging portrait
Holds a menacing scowl
Dust a deep grey carpet
The windows thick with mold
Of this brooding evil
A thousand tales are told
Godless and foreboding
This rotting structure stands
Fighting time with venom
Vile stain upon the land
Trapped within these walls
I've cried so many tears
Born into this horror
Cursed through all my years
No arms ever held me
Fed on the milk of hate
Lonely, lost and fearful
No life beyond these gates
Just one room forbidden
I stand before its door
Here may lie the secret
Of vaguely hinted lore
Slowly turn the handle
Heart beating very fast
Will my disobedience
Cause death to come at last?
The door it creaks and moans
My candle lights the gloom
I see a subtle movement
What presence brings my doom?
Brave, I step towards it
A monstrous, shambling thing
Crawling death and maggots
Of hell its looks do sing
Bile and vomit rising
Yet still I will not flee
Truth alone may free me
This hTruth... in Traditional Fixed Forms

The show goes onThe show must go on
So the saying goes
But how much it costs
Very few will know

The show must go on
Friends they bid me try
Hollow, empty motions
Hide the tears I cry

The show must go on
Is so much at stake?
All is turning white
Heart and mind did break

The show must go on
Gentle snowflakes fall
Parts of me so numb
Whiteness covers all

The show must go on
So a smile I paint
Memories my script
Echoes oh so faint

The show must go on
Comes another morn
So I dress and smile
So tired and so worn

The show must go on
Lift the curtain high
Radiant and vivid
None shall hear my sigh...The show goes on in Free Verse

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Didn't Realize in Free Verse

What's Left To Do in Free Verse

Alone Again in Traditional Fixed Forms

Dying From LoveDying From Love

His sweet words touched her heart
Now it is bleeding and torn apart
His gentle touch as he held her hand
Now it is empty as a barren land
His tender kiss across her lips
Ignited something deep within
Now they are parched and dry
Craving moisture that he would provide
He caressed her heart with his love
Now it is screaming from the pain
Dying slowly as she cries in the rainDying From Love in Free Verse

Final Goodbye... in Free Verse

Just A DreamJUST A DREAM

So fleeting is that moment of happiness,
Touching you in an instant,
Caressing you with its gentle touch,
Then it disappears, you open your eyes,
Finding yourself in the same darkness,
Alone

A heart lifting and soaring,
A smile full of happiness and joy,
Sounds of sweet laughter drifting in the air,
Then it disappears, you open your eyes,
Finding yourself in the same darkness,
Alone

Shining in the light for a moment,
The warmth filling you full of life,
Feeling carefree while riding a wave of bliss,
Then it disappears, you open your eyes,
Finding yourself in the same darkness,
Alone

No sound of laughter is Just A Dream in Free Verse

The Game in Free Verse

Standing on the Edge in Free Verse

A Dying Rose in Free Verse

Emotional Storm in Free Verse

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I Was On A CloudI was the boy who remained silent
Through those weeks, months and years
Watching the tide begin to rise
From all of your fallen tears

A tide of insecurity
That in time became so deep
It would set about draining you
Of all the secrets that you keep

I was the boy who remained mute
I watched your life unfold from above
As you were shattered with pain
And given false hope with love

So many times I was tempted
To come and heal my angels pain
But up above in the blue sky
For now at least I would remain

I was the boy who stayed silent
A hush so deafeningly loud
You were never alone though
Princess, I was on a cloud

I watched as aI Was On A Cloud in Free Verse

SinkingRecently I've been sinking
Like a stone into a pond
Having skimmed across the surface
Of life for far too long

Please may I have a new heart
Along with a new mind
I cannot reverse this feeling
No, I'm sorry, not this time

Recently I've been sinking
Into myself like quicksand
No one sees as it swallows me
Each grain a mislaid plan

Please may I crawl inside your love
Mingle hearts until the end
I cannot reverse this feeling
No, I'm sorry, not again

Recently I've been sinking
Such an overused metaphor
But one which is cathartic
When choosing to explore

That I could save you my love
And in time you could save me
As fear and Sinking in Free Verse

My Master's VoiceI screamed at him "I'm leaving!"
He smiled and said "okay"
I said "no, for once I mean it
This time you wont make me stay"

But bags were never really packed
And that night in our bed I lay
The taste of blood on my lips
Still remained there the next day

I screamed at him "please stop this!
I am the Mother to your child
Baby, I know you have a temper
I know my ways make you so wild"

"But I promise I'll try harder
Not to push your buttons so much"
With that the beast resumed control
As I quiver at each stolen touch

They scream at me to leave him
To them it's such a simple choice
But it's been so long since I've heard
Anything My Master's Voice in Free Verse

Life Is An Intravenous DripLife is an intravenous drip
With no transfusion of blood
Instead it slowly relieves me
Of a mind that once was good

Administering paranoia
Directly from the drip chamber
Suffocating me with terror
When there is no imminent danger

Life is an intravenous drip
I am fascinated by my veins
And curious as to which one
Carries the blood to my brain

Which causes the unwanted impulse
For me to question every answer
Tourniquet that varicose vessel
Curiosity is my cancer

Life is an intravenous drip
Of that I am A positive
My blood remains optimistic
So why am I so negative

I see no saline solution
Just diminishing vital signs
As my sanity transfuseLife Is An Intravenous Drip in Free Verse

The Rose and The MoonshineThe chaos is here forever
Still waters are long since gone
The two of us tread water
Embrace till we become one

I am the stronger swimmer
You cling your arms round my neck
Not knowing you're the strong one
I'm as weak as I am wet

We wait for the pitch darkness
The moon shines upon the sea
Illuminates not only our love
But our hopes and dreams

We gaze upon it in hope
As salt water stings our eyes
Driftng in time with the waves
As the moon slows down the tide

The swell comes to a standstill
One kiss to wake you from sleep
Perhaps the miracle before us
Has escaped from your dreams

Hanging on to each other
From the sea we begThe Rose and The Moonshine in Free Verse

Writers BlockThere is a heart in a ribcage
And a brain sitting in a skull
There is a history that is void
And potential which is null

Just puddles of inspiration
Where the vast ocean once sprayed
An endless tide of moonshine
Swelled upon my parchment page

There's a brain sitting in a skull
There is a heart in a ribcage
There is ink in my fountain pen
But still no words on my page

Just embers of inspiration
Where a great fire once roared
I'll stoke it with those memories
I've been afraid of and ignoredWriters Block in Free Verse

Her Daily MasqueradeToday her parents ask how her day has been
By now the answer has been well rehearsed
She insists to them that everything is fine
But the reality is the reverse

In fact she’s the antonym of the word ‘fine’
Inadequate, unsatisfactory
This is due to her creatively cursed mind
Steeped in a world of such simplicity

Yesterday friends asked how she has been coping
Waiting for their turn to talk, do they care?
They just see a happy, contented princess
Not a pensive, vacant, glazed over stare

In fact she’s the opposite of contented
Restless and at war with reality
Battling feelings of alienation
From unsupportive friends andHer Daily Masquerade in Traditional Fixed Forms

LightningHe was crying lightning
An impulse from the brain
Unable to ignite his bones
Only serving to drain

A sense of melancholy
For a poor boy so young
Each breath had become a curse
Not a gift from his lung

She was crying lightning
There was calm before the storm
In the eye of the hurricane
Her boy was never warned

A sense of compunction
As once again she rolled the dice
Not once doubting the idiom
Lightning never strikes twice

They were crying lightning
Protons and electrons collide
As she whispered her secrets
Into his ear she confides

A sense of duality
They caress each others spark
Yet they're no longer static
As they emeLightning in Free Verse

History Is Never Made By Those Who BehaveWe are taught of former glories
The burden of our history
Weighs heavy on infant shoulders
As it does our enemies

But I feel safe and protected
On this the day of the Moon
Unlike the remaining six days
When impending horror consumes

Wind chill woes on the moors this morn
Freedom spoke in a foreign tongue
I did not understand her chants
Percussion did not help her song

The stench of death, the drums of war
In time with the beat my heart gave
History is never written
By the flocks that choose to behave

So raise hell but come together
Unite as we are all the same
Keep the lion's heart within you
Your fiery temper learn to tameHistory Is Never Made By Those Who Behave in Free Verse

Learn To Be StrongThis is normally the time when the tears come
When the words hurt and the bruises sting
But little did they know you have grown inside
Now you are immune to their bullying

The chances are that they may have suffered too
But this is no reason to be so vile
Now you’re twelve angry men finding them guilty
Of stealing your taut, tremulous smile

This is normally the time when you tremble
Huddle yourself up into a ball
But the only spherical shape they’ll be seeing
Is the flail as it maims and appals

The chances are that you will shatter their skull
And with that become as bad as them
Where were their morals when you were the victim?Learn To Be Strong in Traditional Fixed Forms

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Cover It With InkI will not break another person in my life
Those who I have broken I will fix
I'm done with this thought that I'm nothing
Cause I'm something that no one will never be

I'm done crying myself to sleep
I will laugh at the thought
I will never pick that blade up again
Cause if I will cut something it will be paper

I will cut paper
With my pen
I will write my emotions
And I will not hide

I'm not evil
I will cut my paper
I will use my deadly weapon
I feel bad for the item I'm covering in ink

I know how it feels to be covered
I know how it feels to be cornered
I will not take any pills
This is my medication

I will learn
SomethiCover It With Ink in Free Verse

SilenceSilence is the slowest form of suicide
Silence is what keeps us apart
Silence is the scream that everyone shouts

Silence is the lost dream we all have
Silence is the blood we all have spilled
Silence is what keeps us together

Silence is god in the air
Silence is the death you can bear
Silence is the reason you care

Silence is what creeps upon you at night
Silence is the chills in your spine
Silence is the reason
And the only reason
Why you haven't said these words yourselfSilence in Free Verse

I Can't Be your Knight In Shining ArmorIf you could see me now
You would know I'm not the same
But you won't give me a chance

I know I'm not perfect
You don't have to say it twice
But my imperfection is me

I can't be your knight
That armor is too heavy for me
You will find someone else, stronger and free

That person will be free
Until you corrupt him
With this idea of perfection

To be imperfect
Is the be perfect
That's how you're yourself

And didn't you always say
Be yourself?I Can't Be your Knight In Shining Armor in Free Verse

DreamsI'm sick of you
leave me alone!
My head can't stop
Thinking about you

I'm sick of being down
Depressed and suicidal
My smile isn't always there
Stop haunting me!

I'm sick of your sweet voice
It rings in my head
When you played on my drums
Now I can't touch the sticks no more!

I wish I was perfect
The guy of your dreams
My bloody tears
They paint my cheeks

I wish I could hug you
And kiss your head
Tell you while you slept
I love for forever my dear

But those dreams
They are dead
I'm alone
And left for dead

My soul is evil
My heart is black
My eyes don't sparkle
And my wrists they bled

I wish my dreams wouldn't dieDreams in Free Verse

On The EdgeI'm standing on the edge
I can feel the air hit my body
It could all be an illusion
And I can be an adventurer

I can be the explorer of the afterlife
I could be the first to venture there
I could be the first to break from this illusion
But what if there is nothing past this edge

As children we explore
And we find and learn
As adults we have learned
And we crave to explore

As I curl my toes on the edge
I think of who will care if I do
Cause I'm standing on the rooftop
Ready to fall, ready for a new startOn The Edge in Free Verse

Some say that sins are like shackles
Well then, I'm blinded by chainsShackles in Free Verse

Tomorrow Is Another DayHow can I dream
When I'm hurt?
How can I smile
When I'm dirt?

How can I hope
When I'm forgotten?
How can I be
When I'm nothing?

I don't know how
But there are some things
That you just have to do
If not for yourself
Then for someone close

I don't know if these words
Will impact you, or set an impression
But take this advice
From an old cutter
It gets better, even if your life has melted like butter

You're not forgotten
You're always in someone's mind
You're not dirt
Cause to someone you shine

There is still hope for you
Even if your dream is broken
I noticed that
When the girl I loved, came even closer

Don't hurt yoTomorrow Is Another Day in Free Verse

In The Dark, There Is Always LightThere are places so dark
That we can't see
There are places so dark
That we feel lonely

There are whispers in the dark
That makes our ears bleed
There are whispers in the dark
That makes us scared

As the darkness surrounds us
We look for a light
As the darkness embraces us
We start to fight

We don't want to live a life
In the dark
We don't want to live a life
In the shadows

As we look for a source of light
We realize
As we look for a small hope
We understand

There is always someone there
Even when it's dark
There is always someone there
Who will ignite your spark

You're never alone
Even in the dark
You're never aloneIn The Dark, There Is Always Light in Free Verse

BreathlessHere I'm once again
Just checking if you're okay
It's a long time since I last saw you
And I know we're not friends

But even though
you want me gone
It's not that easy to leave
To be honest, you're a part of me

I hope you won't notice
That I've been here
If you do then I know you'll leave
But I love watching you, when I do I can't breath

Even if I'm dead to you
You're still on my mind
You used to be a part of me
And I'm sorry I can't let you go

I wonder what's the right thing
I wonder what to do
Maybe I should just stare at you
And you'll leave me breathless till I dieBreathless in Free Verse

Where Are You My Spark?

I do not look at my old photos
When I see them, I notice a spark

I notice a spark in my eyes, It's small, but it's there
If I look at myself in the mirror, I see nothing
There is no spark, I have looked, and it's not there
I have lost the happiness in me, I have lost my heart
It's broken, and I hope, someone will heal it

I do not look at my old photos
Because in them I see a joy that I used to have

Oh hidden spark in my eye
Where is your hiding place?
Where have you gone?Where Are You My Spark? in Free Verse

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