Love From NanHello Little Baby,When the sun came out today,I dreamt of holding you,And I knew just what I'd say.I'd have said 'It's nice to meet you','You're the apple of my eye',I'd have kissed you on the forehead as I struggled not to cry.I'd have wished you 'Happy Birthday',Dreamt of Christmas and New Year.Seen you opening your presents as you grinned from ear to ear.I'd have held you when you were hurting,Kissed your grazed knees when you fell.And every day i'd love you more than I could ever tell.But my body now is weary,And you're still so far away.So i'll tell you that 'I'm with you',And 'I've loved you every day'.
Evergreen Angels and the Light of DayUnder the light of the stars,
above deep blue oceans, do I write.
The beat of my heart echoes these words
into the summer breeze.
...Who am I to be forever by my side?
What is this inescapable thing called "me"?
I ask myself "who are you?"
but I do not answer.
What is a soul to awaken me to a cascade of hope
amidst a plethora of meaning?
Why do I feel larger than life just for looking
out my window?
nature is a beautiful song,
a song that I want to join in
everytime a petal of a flower falls in my hand.
When my bare feet touch the grass's morning dew,
my soul just want to be naked in a rain of
In a field of grass,
I do not care enough about stepping on broken glass
to put back on my shoes.
The feel of the dewy grass on my feet
speaks so much without actual words.
It's only when you do not care about distance
can you really walk the earth.
It's only when you lose yourself in beauty
can you ever really find it.
I have asked a multitude of times
To the one who isn't here...To the one who isn't here,
Please tell me what you see.
Are you looking up?
Or are you watching over me?
Did you hear me when I said
That I forgive you ?
And you're mine?
Did it even matter?
Was there even time?
When I cried next to your bedside,
Did you feel my hand take yours?
Did you hear me sing to you,
As the world closed it's doors?
Did your heart cry out like mine,
When we said our last goodbye?
Did you know that we were with you
As you journeyed one last time?
God's waiting roomGOD’S WAITING ROOM
At 16 I wait for God’s waiting room to call out my name,
And I wonder when it is my turn to have my deepest prayers answered.
They say, “Hello Miss, just to let you know, your appointment has now been delayed by approximately 30 minutes due to low resources.
We apologise for any inconvenience caused but please take advantage of our magazines and our water machine whilst you wait”.
And I say, “That’s ok, I’ll just wait here, let me know if anything changes”.
I wait until I am eventually called, and I explain to God that my mother is sick,
That the woman who birthed me, clothed me and fed me can no longer do that for herself.
“I know I should have come here before, but she’s been sick since I was born, and no one was around to ask for directions until my friend told me how amazing you were"
If my family knew I was here, they would laugh and ask me “why?”.
He says “I’m afraid I cannot he
Real Light Found in the DarkGuess I did not listen,
to neither the song or the girl singing it,
who truly believed every lyric.
Some memories are so beautiful
that I feel I have failed them.
life is beautiful anyway,
if only that was what was playing
over and over again in my head,
like a projector that will not shut off,
that will not break,
the "beauty" of life.
I guess I should be grateful anyway...
you know when you say things you do not mean,
and then feel really guilty about it?
What do I have to do to earn the right to complain?
Life is beautiful,
but even it has some sick days,
days when it is unwell and
needs to be taken care of.
Of course I am surrounded by angels,
but they did not always have their wings—neither did I,
I still don't, and I'm not even an angel.
I always saw pictures of people:
men, women, children grinning from ear to ear
and I thought that was life, what life was supposed to be—
what I was supposed to be.
I wanted to do
Oceans Under EyelashesYou know... you and I never cried at the same time,
but if we did I think that I would just cry harder.
In my heart of hearts I know that in the dark we could be mistaken for stars.
I know you are the sun to me,
the reason I know it comes up every morning.
Once upon a time, your door was the only one that opened,
that opened and actually let me in
instead of chasing me away.
I was a wilting rose with the petals falling one by one,
and the wind the shutting doors made only made them fall faster,
but when you opened your door, the last petal fell into your hand,
and when I felt the warmth,
I knew this was a great place to fall,
if I were to shrivel up
let it be here,
with a love that walked a thousand miles just to be where it is.
I never expected kindness as true and light
to come from you;
you planted evergreens in a desolate no-mans-land
without me knowing, until I was a wilted rose.
Now I want to be that to you,
my way of saying thank you.
I am only eve
GiftsI look through the window and you are there.
Your personality reflected back at me through the image of a book you never read
But I know you would have loved.
You see Mum, "Gifts" is a language we can no longer use.
But you and I never did find another way to say "I Love You".
When we were too stubborn to use our words
Our "I love you"'s poured out
In our unspoken language of vinyl records from obscure artists,
Flowers "Just because",
And vouchers for our favourite shops.
Like I wouldn't trade every material thing I own
For the chance to hug you just one more time.
And now I sit in my room,
Staring down the barrel of
The leftover wrapping paper that I cannot bring myself to buy.
My words can't reach you now,
And neither can I.
Innocent evilStare at me with eyes
both hopeful yet ashamed.
For i know who you are,
i know of the lives you've claimed.
Touch me with gentle hands,
don't run if i'm afraid.
It's not due to the things they've done,
the sins for which you pay.
Kiss me with your blood stained lips.
Don't fear what you'll do.
It's not what you are that draws me near,
you must know i love you.
Peace - seeking missileMelee them, you drastic douche-bag.
Aggravate (to turn black and blue) the innocent.
K O the designer of billboards,
Evoking peace, for (self-centred) omniscience.
No we're humans,
Openly equipped with the heart
To pour our pain into art.
And smell the napalm narcissistic.
Remember; nukes don't paint pictures so artistic.