Teenage

Dogs and wolves are practically the same
But most people make wolves take the blame

It’s Canada Day!
Hooray! Hooray! Canada!
Constitution Act,
1867. Yay!
Celebrate Canada Day!

You are a criminal.
I wonder why
or how
I could have seen something in you.

I stare blindly
at your face behind the prison bars.
My thoughts racing through my head.
Your eyes scan my face.
Searching, hoping.
Looking for mercy. For pity. For sympathy.
For forgiveness.
But you will find none. Not now.
Not ever.

You beg me to forget.
To move on.To release you
From your prison.
But you are a criminal
And I cannot.

You are a criminal.
And you will pay the price
In this lowly dungeon.
Alone and deserted.
With only me
To look back on our past and see
Your previous, long gone innocence.

To many oblivious others
You are free and innocent.
You are free from your crime to them.
But with me you shall remain.
Behind those prison bars.

For you have made me afraid.
To expose my treasure to another stranger.
For fear.
That he too will end up
Like you.
A criminal.

Eyes closed.
Solemn face crumpled,
Deep in thought.
Lines of experience,
Knowledge,
Compassion,
Decorate his brow.

Gleaming in the starry light,
The gentle eyes open,
Filled with a vision,
An inspiration.
Weathered hands cradle the shapeless
Mass of stone.
Gathers up his tools
And begins his task…

Long and flowing.
Interlocking.
Crashing upon one another.
Waves upon the shore.
The curly crests
Carved carefully into the stone.
The sun set,
The day was over.
The sculptor pleased.

Round and deep circles hollowed out.
A delicate peak chiselled.
Two ridges,
A valley between them.
Two grassy plains, soft
And extending beyond the horizon.
The sun set,
The day was over.
The sculptor pleased.

The sharp curves flowing gently.
Sleek and elegant.
The rapid current weaving to and fro.
A picture of grace.
A most beautiful artwork,
Unseen and not to be seen.
Only by its owner.
The sun set,
The day was over.
The sculptor pleased.

Long and slender.
Perfectly, precisely shaped.
Conceal the loving stroke of a mother.
Outstretched, warm and welcoming.
Spread open,
Ready to embrace.
A mother with her beloved child.
The sun set,
The day was over.
The sculptor pleased.

Shapely structures, extending forth.
Anchored firmly
In the ground.
Supporting the stately form above it.
To complete the work of art.
The sun set,
The day was over.
The sculptor pleased.

His task nearly finished,
The sculptor added his final touch.
The touch of love.
The sculptor was satisfied, at last.
The sun set,
The day was over.
The sculptor pleased.
The masterpiece completed.

The Hetalia
This is always on my mind
It will never leave
This is a very good show
But my favorite is Japan

Eyes
You’re so beautiful
Especially those eyes!
They’re full of memories
And look to me so wise!
They’re two crystal balls
That hide mysteries and lies
Together turn into an ocean
Which covers everything it tries…
Just like two planets
Big, peaceful but wild…
Not too noisy, not too silent
Ones that perfectly suit a child!
They’re my following shadow…
My late day… my early night…
They describe misery mixed with laughter…
Darkness leading to light…
I won’t forget your face!
Especially those eyes!
Coming from somewhere, going to infinity…
And look to me so wise!

sad
shadowed
skeletons
scattered
silently,
surrounding shackles,
shunning soft sunlight,
streaming sullenly

As the rain battered down on the cold tin roof
A mini warning sign, that only was proof
Of the cold reality waiting outside
With nowhere to run and nowhere to hide
Some men are crying but others just wait
But it surely is certain there is only one fate
For the brave souls who venture to be signed up for
A chance to be torn apart in this cold world of war

Everyone has that inner pain,
That impacted their life and left a stain.
Those feelings that we want to put to bed,
But there are those tears that cannot be shed.

The battle that we wrestle with every single day,
Mentally ignoring the things we really want to say.
Too much overthinking happens inside a person’s head,
But there’s tears which aren’t being able to be shed.

Protective eyes clinging on to each and every tear,
But talking about the scars creates anxiety and fear.
Whether we remain alive or end up dead,
There will always be some tears we’re not able to shed

You made me feel better,
When I sat with you, ate with you
And enjoyed life with you
You made me happy when I was sad
And welcomed me into life.
When I was about to commit suicide you stopped me,
But the day you found a new friend,
You left me,
You didn’t want anything to with me,
You sat with her, experiencde life with her,
I felt alone
No friends to talk too
I felt uncomfortable around everyone
Even you
I came across happy,
But inside I was torn apart,
I just wanted to run away
No prospects of living,
I thought what’s the point?
No one loves me
You were the last thing I loved
I thought we were never going to break up
But you broke me
No hope left,
I thought maybe it would just stop
But it didn’t help
I was losing everything
I had no hope
It was give up or lose everything
I can’t do this anymore.