She will never know...

I had just turned ten plus ten years old,
i had never seen much in private,
i had just began to watch television until late my parents had yet allowed me to sleep,
at anytime i wanted.
I had my future arted on a pieace of paper.
I was going places planning it daily and racing,
i took a break and when to my favourate place,
where old friends from a young age came and listened,
She came along it was certainly a surprise to my thoughts.
We gave time to know each other for that very moment,
she said its okay
then took me to her place where i broke into a stage i wasnt ready to go to.
That night it was amazing,
suddenly she chased me,
i continued to wait a little but she acted toll enough to show me.
I found myself standing in a mistical field i could never tell the difference,
then it struck me,
that was it...she will never know,
she broke my virginity.
Please come back to me,
i want to feel that touch,
that feeling you told me about,it will only feel like a dream the next morning.
she told me...
no your a player now how does it feel to be played too...it wasnt real so please your turn had pass.
I felt ashamed and pity she will never know she broke my virginity.lol! Lmao! Thats the story.

A stranger i called my love ran away with my heart

Why do you stare at me when my eyes are closed
its like your judging my smile.
Why do you fear when i let go of your hand,
as you pretend to be happy but sad,
showering me with enthusiastic words,
for you said your worthy to carry my name.
Fulfilled me with thoughts that convinced me,
we could be together for longer than i thought.
Your an exquisite flower,
with you i felt trapped in a room of florists,
consumed with scars from stabbing me right through the heart were it hurts most.
I always feard that it would be stolen
but this was far beyond i imagined.
You were so considerate and never anticipated so i named you precious,
but you left me wounded simply because i loved you,
more than i could measure the distance.

Longing happiness

Happier times are rare this days,
estrangered by acts of craziness some celebrations,
appreciating each moment becomes glorious.
Compared to a woman who just wants to know you,
its like a charm but more charismatic,
not pleasently regretful,but your consciousness acts.
So poor yet gladly well it has nothing to do with suffering nor disappointment but beauty.
Happier times are not sinful,
its a part of us we can not hide,
bitter we are indescribable longing,
your heart will rage with great pressure and shes waiting for you to frame the picture,
let it slide,peering through those eyes while pouring your heart.
Its the one you love that makes it a happier time even when we cry.

Dear friend

How old is it,the tittle is in descrite.
Often we be missing you
behaving in an unlikely manner,
how far can it be,shouting and screaming.
Death! Death!! When?...
Though we havin't reached,atleast this time we laughed and giggled.
Those sounds and colours
so pointless to ask for forgiveness,
fearless of whats to come next
atleast we said..."Rest In Peace"
With our voices will tell our differences.
Remember my tears would be invisible,
darkness pilled up along the pathway glowing mysterically,
How old is it,the tittle is indescite
and i'll be missing you
for these moments i spend alone,
depressful days uttering words of my conscience...
Your gone and i'm left alone,
I would be silent,thinking what a delicate memory.
I would be crying,
my tears triumphantly emerge
i would be missing you,
dear friend your not forgotten,
so beware,keep a watchful eye,
for i will hold you dearest when we meet again
somewhere else from here.

That feeling

....This feeling just keeps growing multiplying itself,my heart just weakenss."which feeling"...babes that feeling we had when we saw each other for the first time,remember you said you cried each night and day because i never came to say hey and i seemed to play hard to get...remember,when i said i was sad each and everyday because i craved to see you past by my house and i kept checking to see if your there,waiting for that very moment...sweetie that feeling we both felt when we kissed for the very first time...hey you promised but please let me go away and remember that feeling because it stays the same....

Enough Said...thank you

The clock is ticking times runing out,
counting down slowly saying welcome to my story.
When is thy who said it was mine just so nice,
vigorously it tense my emotions,
feeling said yet its not a journey to an end.
Thou thee has a historical lie,shall thy see the truth to my personal lesh,

What?...dounting each second,
a year it stands when it renders flaring from a long distance.
Whom shall thee be named thou thy hav to speak in phrases it remaind...
bell sounds even when sundays have been left,
the chorus to an end.

The clock keeps tingiling my ears,
when will it end,
what suggestion do you have?
it eased for a while meanwhile i said,
enough!...
i felt that touch it never last
thou it continued time and time and again screaming like a worrior,
battling to an End,
enough said it was a light i could not contain
thou it spread through within it never stopped...
his heart stiffined like a solid rock.

Patient,listen thy who believed relieved,
thee sweaped our minds and heart pounded like he who laid there.
Walking away for he came to rest,
wondering if heaven really existed good by...silent

Anger of a young mind"with questions"

I have noticed being nice is so frantic,they think they know you from inside out but guess what your too fantastic,perfect it your way.If this isn't as true as the wind blows through the night then silence is the best meaningful word to all in one...the foundemental of knowledge is the key to taking it one step at a time so dance until the night nobody will give you a price...thats my theory.

Remember my song

Upon the mountains screaming and shouting,the wind sheltering the voice swifts to a far place.They listen carefully and realise it was a song of rejoice but far recognised as its not writen,if one was wise enough it would have sounded a lot better yet it kept teaching and the rain started pouring then trouble as rare as it is began...
Figure it out its never too late.

To be named

How i became a boy i wonder if it was a mistake.
I never meant to hurt nor cause harm,
how i became a boy would be a tale.
Wait ...i really have to stress this out...
How i was given a name,has nothing to do with unpleasentness.
Always had these feels of despair,enable to speal my last name.
Why me...
Why now...
Why this...
I never want to be named
i never want to be called,
i never want to be labelled.
I want out...
not in the near future.
How i became a boy has something to do with blessings,
so they say...
atleast thats what i heard.
If the sun shines tomorrow,
please dont wake me up,
i want to be born again once more.
But this question will stick to my heart not my mind,
atleast yesterday told be a story.
While today i reach out to the clouds and ask to be named...to be named.

Untittled

It was a hand full of dust the share of untilled fields,
surrounded by wildeness and viciousness spoiled by the front blest of salvation.
Thou it was silent,the whispering birds purify the heavens,
longing an aching in my heart exeedingly tearing him apart he never feard.
Untieng the knot of his burden,then freedom spoke.
Enough...,alone no more.
Defeat not the fail to try not deniel.
when all seem lost rest asured,continue...
Emptiness was the theme to giving up,but the journey was close to an end.
The wild pour its strews of ecstacy and thankless to hunger for his blessings,
far beyond his memories cherished to keep peace and prosperity.
It was a hand full of dust the share of untilled field a land beyond.

"in time a"So Nn Et"of a love thief "

Right straight in my eye it flew dressed in a greenish colour,
incompetant plant,i stare with mistical eyes.
With rage multiple builts of anger,
I yelled by my first name and wished to bite it to ease the pain of vengeances.
but i was indeed struck by the smell of ecstacy,
i treasured it for it managed to make me cry,
seasons changed,
it let go of its touch and nature smiled backwards.
not even a flinch of tears,
that flashed from out of nowhere,
i lost the count of time.
Either i was sleep walking writing my dream down,
or she was one of a kind.

"I wasn't too perfect,but why the sudden change of heart"

I was sitting alone when a phone call trigued my mind,i paused for a minute before i could pick it up. "hello"i went.She poured her heart out... "I know i may have never been able to say this before to you,face to face. "You comfort me with your presents and your voice" "You made me realise how much life is worth each morning i woke up," "Each time i thought of you,you came unexpectedly to my surprise. "...your a thousand reason for me to see the beauty and gorgeousness of love".I was unable to say a word,she weakned my heart...i was inlove. "If thats how i should describe it myself".We all deserve someone who loves us that much and who is able to show their love to us with tears although we have drift apart.I set there with wonder and patiency got the better of me,and images of our memories flashed before my thoughts.My conscious mind told me to call. "Hello...can i talk to...please?",that was the sound of my voice. "Almost exectly what i wanted to say to you just didnt know how to put it,deep inside my heart i felt the same way". "I wish i was the same guy you met years ago,although Im still am inside,the outside that makes me different,but what we had was precious you have always been my passion".Some how what i said wasnt exactly what i wanted to let out. "Ever wish that love had a voice,and mountains could drift closer than we are..." we both said it at the same time.I continued with my thoughts..."when i said i love you i said it to spite you,so please let me hurt you.Cry because its good,let me go and one day you will thank me" i said.By the time i was close to finish her sweet voice inturruped me with a word that said ..."I Love You"...but hesitated.I held my breath and told her goodbye this time it was a final goodbye...now i question myself,what is it with me and broken love?...

Apart From Love

Could this be over and done with,
With tears in my eyes
I'm not crying
Just improvising
Call it an act of shatterd heart
Call it an act of fearless love.
Here i am with tears in my eyes
Just listening to your voice Those sweet words...
they comfort my bitterd heart
yet they sound like a love song.

The breezing nights with stars in the sky.
Those walks in the park
your smile
Girl that first kiss you undone me.

Scattering images of our memories.
Can you hold it before it drops
Can you catch it before it shatters into a thousand pieces.
Always my first mistake
from my uttering of words,
beautiful,sexy
the most gorgeous girl in the world.

Broken,with a tear drop
i cry with much i hold back.
Yet no tears,
my love says nothing to you.
for your heart i despair
but defenseless
i stood there...
Your smile,your laughter
Im i not worthy enough,
caught me by surprise.
With tears in my heart,
Im no longer a shining star.

but darker than the half moon at night.
Right there my heart beats,
while it skips and i cry no more.

Remember

I'm scared,afraid thats what it's called.Now i'm infuriated and burgeanly frustrated but the anger will flare,because nothing stands in my way.What did i be desclosed over so i break free and name myself a hero,take away my name and i still remain with my voice that would be my image.So remember my words because now i yelled"tell me who you are?"