23

My feared stumble across the street,

eyes only, for my feet.

My destination, still unknown

my shadow left me, on my own.

A cold wind howled,

then i frowned,

then i smiled,

at somethhing i found.

A brown leaf lay,

the brown leaf stayed,

i picked it up,

it changed my day.

One side was alive,

living a life,

the other dead,

brown and not nice.

I compared this leaf,

in disbelief,

to my own ways

and the life i lead.

Sometimes its fine,

green and alight,

other times it's bad,

filled with fright.

But just as the wind, life does change

for me and the leaf,

we have our days,

so differently different,

in many ways.

22

Like the floods from north

flowed the tears of thought

to cope with pain

was not what she was taught.

Innocent but brave, she stood tall

courage a plenty, her so small

everlasting perseverance

or would she fall?

Like a cold black night

her life coated with fright

not a sound nor a whisper

was in her sight.

Determined to change, her surrounds

form a solid foundation, as her grounds

as life crumbled around her

torment was all she found.

Like a discarded home

she was left on her own

her smile depleted

despair was all she'd know.

22

Intrinsic world. Never

Mystifying problems. Always

Motionless deliberation. Sometimes

Comprehended  ideas. Anticipated 

Conversant thought. Rare

Unacquainted actions. Common

2O

Arising pain, just as the sun

forget never, that it will disappear

just as the sun.

Flooded tears, just as the rain,

never forget, they shall dry

just as the rain.

Helpless thought, just as the fire,

forget never, that must burn

just as the fire.

Invisible scars, just as the wind,

never forget, they will blow

just as the wind.

day 19

Half dead, half alive, hardly noticed, hardly tried.

Half hearted, half asked, barely checked, barely marked.

Half good, half bad, often better, often sad.

Half right, half wrong, occasion short, occasion long.

Half this, half that, simply amazing, simply bad.

Half you, half me, another half, another peice.

Half missing, half found, quietly spoken, quiet sound.

Half together, half alone, forever now, forever our own.

HALF IS WHOLE, WHEN YOU’RE AROUND

18

Fear exists in change
and I feel every piece
Some part suggests otherwise
but still I seem to fear.

If change happens rapidly
then what will i lose?
If change never happens
then what will i gain?

Day wonSEVEN

In our darkest hour,
we must not devour,
our thoughts of sweetnees,
our thoughts of sour.


In the sky beneath,
we must not lose belief,
our uniqueness is treat,
we must beleive.

In our hast of pace,
our life's turn to waste,
for the people in power,
their embarassment is saved.


On the planet of earth,
we ponder our worth,
but it seems to evade,
has done since birth.


On this clock well timed,
our rights are tried,
would anyone care?
if we all just died?


On this unknown land,
we must take our chance,
for the way we collapse
is out of our hands.


If our time's not spent,
and there is nothing left,
then their forceful actions,
will not be condemned.


If my heart falls through,
which i expect will do,
can you save me please,
no one else but you.


If all else fails,
left on that winding trail,
as one i will conquer,
i will not fail.

Day onesix

When I looked
I saw

When I touched
I felt

When I lisened
I heard

When I tried
I failed.

When I thought
I failed

When I did
I failed

When I won
I failed.

Day 15

Content with what I've done
over such a short time.

With more to offer, I'm hanging around.
I wish to prove myself.

Can we change, all for the better?
or does it only happen to some?

I hope that's me, I want my dream
and I want it near me now.

DAY 14

it starts off as ideas, talk and prospects,

results in good times, memories and friendships

seen as a sin, a way of bad,

for what i've discovered, I'm proudly glad.

It's provided the best, memorable moments,

i wish to thank, all who've noticed.

Multiply the numbers, rise the price,

it's all the same, for a special night.

I hope our lives, permit us to proceed,

exploring new ways, i never want to leave.

Day 13.

Excuses are made,
Questions are slayed,
People wait, for several days.

To find answers, to hear their pain,
to find out, they're to blame.

Lives are ruined, in such short time,
'you'll be right, you'll be fine'
No I won't, I might die.

I know you dont, really care,
if I'm here, if I'm no where.
My life is empty, this world is bare.

Pick up the peices, struggle through,
day to day, it's me verse you.

This world is harsh, but I will fight,
for what I beleive, for what is right.
I hope I win, some day I might.

For me now though, it is goodnight.

Day 12.

I am lucky, compared to some.
But it's the life I've been given,
compare me to none.

We can be ungrateful, sour with greed,
But quite frequently,
It's things we need.

I am lucky, compare me to none,
This is my life,
I'm different from some.

We can acheive, we can have dreams,
And still feel sorry,
for those who bleed.

Day 11.

.

Shattered
Broken
Rejected
Unloved.

Torn
Depleted
Ruined
Trampled.

Helped
Recovered
Healing
Repaired.

Better
Good
Healthy
Happy

Changed
Experienced
Evolved
Learnt.

Living
Life,
Loving
Living.


.

Day 10. A numbers game

You can be this number and sit over here,
and she can be that number, and live life in fear.
We can be added, subtracted or divided,
We can show ourselves, no need to be hided.
It's a numbers game, and we fit in quite well,
treated as numerals, not treated so well.

If i was a number I'd have lots of fun,
if i got a choice, I'd be number one.
But I'm not one of those, I am just me.
Made up of letters, so let it be.
It's a number game, but dont count me in.
Give me a second, it's first I win.

One and two, three and four,
from all things social, to all things law.
We are just another, number in this count,
but that is not what life, should be all about.
It's a numbers game, five, six and seven.
When all our numbers are gone, life will be heaven.

Day 9. A F I N I A F I

When it's all lost and not there
I'll turn to you when it's all bare.

When I'm torn apart, and there's nowhere,
I will look and find, you hiding somewhere.

When life's on the run, and seems unfair,
It's you who will pull me through, and make me care.

When I can't see, when i can't stare,
I know you'll direct me, to clearer air.

When im found in peices, dead in despair,
I know you'll be there, this friendship is rare.


A FRIEND IN NEED, IS A FRIEND INDEED.

Day 8.

The more we know
the less we need.

Day 7. Quick revolution

Wasted, pasted, chased down and misplaced.
Forgotten, left behind, last in this race.

Refresh, new test, rise above the rest,
got more, lose nothing, never have less.

Sublime, I'm fine, ready to go this is my time,
up high, you can try, but you'll never reach my height.

Day 6.

Crazy infested minds do strange things.
Take over people's world and change them,
make situations worse and create new problems.
Demons become a force, too strong to handle,
Lives on a spiral, heading downward rapidly.

Day 5. 'zzzzzZZZZZZ'

I've been battered and bruised, hurt and slain,
still I battle on, I brush off the pain,
Cells are dead, all through my brain,
there's no one but myself, I have to blame.

The abusement of things, from substance to sleep,
Consequence so tough, but me so weak,
Saw too much, saw things too bleak,
I encountered too many problems, of things too deep.

Off to good night, turn out my light,
get that shit away, out of my sight,
What ever happened, is one hell of a fright,
an awakening call, to an issue of our life.

Day 2. HEROES

Shining gold, framed and proud,
to know they tried, is comforting for me.
Serving their country, they never looked back,
now we must remember them, as true heroes.

The medals are just a small part,
their achievements were huge.
They fought for freedom,
they fought for us.

At the going down of the sun,
and in the morning,
I will remember him,
as a true hero, and as my Pa.

DAY 1

From the start, he jumped out fast,
some questioned, would he ever last,
many thought, they could crack the glass,
but he was superior, ahead of the class.

So much knowledge, so much to say,
not enough hours, in the day,
for him to shine, and make a change,
so he was locked down, in a cage.

He became controlled, and disregarded
society ate him, then he was discarded,
He began to melt, the bad had started,
he lost his morals, his mind retarded.

Frustration inside, would make him cry,
and ask to himself, for a better life,
but nothing's good, when you can't see light,
through his eyes, all he saw was fright.

Where was peace? where should he be?
a place of solace, a recognized plea,
way up high, would he be free?
he was willing to try, he did beleive.

So he packed up life, this was the end,
his strength was used, in the signs he sent,
his messages unheard, his hope it went,
when all he needed, was a helping friend.

So on the end, was where he sat,
and when he fell, that was that,
gone to a place, will never be back,
I guess there's some things life, will always lack.