Teenage

If you feed me I will grow,
If I have a drink I’ll die,
If you touch me I’ll bite,
I will spread fast,
DO NOT add gas!
What am I?

Fire

Stuck forever in her mind
Oh sweetheart why am I
In what I don’t seem to understand her,
Stuck for now until ever
I’m puzzled by this matter.

I ask her help she laughs
But the problems never go away her love or mine
You can’t pass true love by
Happiness or sadness,

Real or fake?
My brain has frozen
My mind is a mess
In search of love oh wait
Or Death.

Puzzled by life
Puzzled by love
Truly puzzled by her
Love she loves me
She loves me not…
How do escape
This nightmare
It can’t go on
I need to get out
Of this place
There are no
Doors around

Only the sound
Of madness
Running wild

Where am I?

No hints from her
Nor is there a walk way
But I never knew
What love could do
To me it’s my love or her love

But trying to understand
True Love is truly

A puzzle to me…….

To the hay rested the body
Of the embodiment of the Universe.

The sun bestowed his light
For the flower to bloom
At the last stroke of night.
Sheeps and goats and humans saw
The beauty of nature
Patience of moon
Lustre of stars and love
In a small smiling pink flesh.

The egoistic stars
Had to move
After seeing the glory
Of Mary’s little baby
To serve him and
Bless him with long life and shine.

Everyone who saw his birth
Were blessed by the
Almighty’s choicest blessings.
For who saw God saw the Universe.

Look,
Just because I made a mistake?
Does that really make me that bad?
I mean
You have made mistakes before right?

I guess some people are just lucky then.
to not start from the bottom
And work their way up
the ladder of truth
The ladder that shall tell you what
and how far you can go
If that even makes sense
nowadays.
I’m walking alone
By the river
At night I look at the sky
just to see another lonely star
and then I realise that
One day
I’ll go up there
With somebody
Who I know that can relate
to my situation
One day
We will understand
the meaning of life
And then
All those friends
that left me
Will see me
In the sky.
With
Some
Body
Else.

When you say, mom, all THE happiness will come
My mother my friend so dear
Throughout my life you are always near
A tender smile to guide my way
You are THE sunshine to light my day

Me and my friend
we like to play
we like to sing
we like to dance

A roller-coaster of feelings fill me inside,
As if I was on a theme park ride,
When I’m round you,
Everything turns from blue,
To a much brighter happier light.
It pulls me as if we were destined,
Destined to never be apart,
Spend every hour of every day together,
It lights me up – brightens when dark.
Every minute,
Every hour,
No matter how sad I am,
When I’m round you,
everything is the opposite of blue.

Sing,
Chirp,
Melody fly,
Wings flap,
As I glide,
Tweet,
Whistle,
Sing a song,
Swoop,
Loop the loop,
Can you guess what I am?

My favorite memory is singing
You love me and I love you
Boom red
Boom red

A cat has many lives,
Nine to be precise.
But are they all spent sleeping?
Or chasing after mice?

The first one is for playing
And for perfecting their purr
Miaowing must be practiced
Along with cleaning fur.

The second’s for exploring,
For facing the great outdoors,
Discovering their inner tiger,
And sharpening their claws.

The third one is for hunting,
Because kittens have to learn.
They have to know what they despise,
And even what they yearn.

But what about the fourth and fifth?
Do the young cats need their rest?
Has all of the previous running around
Made them a little bit stressed?

The sixth one is for sleeping, AGAIN
No prize for guessing why.
Being an expert mouse catcher is hard
Even if you don’t have to try.

For the seventh and eighth they stray,
To escape their boring old life.
Maybe they’re in search for more
Or maybe because of strife?

The eighth one is the best,
For reflection and consent
That they only have one life left,
How will it be spent?

The ninth life is their very last,
Perhaps for peace and quiet?
But some cats do prefer
Their last to be a riot.

Get a tattoo, pierce their ears
Spend what they have saved
Go to parties and nightclubs
For a good old rave

However they choose to spend it,
They make sure it’s a blast
The other lives were practice
The ninth one is their last

So to all the cats out there,
Consider yourselves charmed.
For us humans only get one chance,
To live, and then we’re gone!