Don't do
The drugs they give you
They might seem colorful
But they open doors to doom

A storm is coming soon
I can't see clearly here where I
Trample down twisted stairs my life
Is leaking like a broken pipe

But I can make it all go right!
I can fix the waterflow
All I need is a little pill
Just a tribute to perform my show

We go and go without no breaks
Gulping down our birthday cakes
I looked admiringly at the rope
All I need is time to confront

And to cope

Poetry by Me

I stand under an umbrella
Me, an armless fella
Without legs to move me
Without tongues to yell for help

So I just sit like a helpless yelp
Under a cover of rotten silk
Ink is dripping from my sink
I throw a pen before I think

I lie under an umbrella
Me, an armless fella
Without eyes to guide me
Without thoughts to tell me tales

I can't run away from here
Or chase me tail with clear dispair
My life I lived year after year
In fairytales

Poetry by Me

Oh I remember the days
When I didn't know a thing
When I could walk amongst people
Jump around and sing

Oh I remember the days
When I used to sit on a swing
When I used to sit on a seesaw
When I used to eat chocolate pudding

Those were the good old days
There was no knowledge or worries then
There was no bigger difference
Between women or men

Times keep on changing
As I scribble with unfilled pen
Now I fear that I might
Be nearing those days again

Poetry by Me

Believe it
Or don't
It's your choice
To make

You can do
Right
Or you can make
Mistakes

Nobody
Ever told you
That lifes
A piece of cake

Every piece of
Page
Will eventually
Break

Poetry by Me

It is what it is
Life is what you make it
You can chose to fix it
Or you can chose to break it

You can chose to save it
Or you can chose to forsake it
You can chose to get real
Or you can chose to fake it

You can chose to escape it
Or you can chose to face it
You can chose to break it
Or you can chose to let go

Of the unseen moral values
That you unjustly dispose
You can chose to stay here
Or you can chose to flee

Away from the twisted feelings
That won't EVER - let you - be.

Poetry by Me

I don't ever like to listen
To the chitter from the birds
I plug my big ears
And I don't listen to this world

I hear outside what happens
I hear it load and clear
Everyday when I wake up
The morning is still there

A moose trips on the bucket
I left outside to rot
A bear steps in the pot
I placed outside my porch

I lay inside and snore
While the wind knocks on my door
I hear the lions roar
Far away in friendly dreams

It's never what it seems
It's just what it seems to be
Everything is so simple
I have everything I need

I live out in the free
In the woods were I can breath
And live my life away
From all the people that I heed

Here I can do what I want
Here I can jump and sneeze
Here I can howl with anger
Or just sit on my knees

I do what I please
I flee from disease
Chaos - distruction
History

Poetry by Me

Everyday
Is a new day
The snow shines white
On the ground so grey

The trees shine green
Like a living limousine
The concrete sweeps there
Through the towns dull square

The sun remaids round
Far away from dull found
It's a new perspective
That I have found

Poetry by Me

Break away
From the limits
They form

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I don't really know
I don't really care
I've hidden deep in darkness
Who knows how many years

I don't know where I am
I'm forgotten all fear
I don't give a damn
I'm not scared.

I hide in this cave
Of the lost and unbrave
And wait for a white knight
To come and save .

Me.
All I can do is flee.
And flee

There is no end!
To the black! I see

The darkness
The trouble
There is no
Escape!

I hear voices calling
Jake! Jake!

And I hear creatures crawling
I hear creatures close
I hear creatures sniffing
I smell with my nose.

I fumble with my toes
Scram with my scribble
Just a voiceless noice
A riddle.

Poetry by Me

One
Two
Three
Four

I can
Not count
Down
No more

There is
No lower
I've reached
The end

So now
I'm counting
Back up
Again

Poetry by Me