So many times have i tried to fight,
and become the brightness through the night...
Art trapped in a restless mind
Before the pen meets the sheet...
A day in my life
I open my eyes to a sky of blue...
*This is a poem ( a Triolet) written about my fear...
Darkness crawls around they call it night...
You're always up there
with your pale face shining bright...
Past deceit, lies and sins linger
with bones in my closet...
Isn't it like me,
to throw caution in the air...
Thoughts killing
dreams, desires and hope...
Steel knows nothing of swimming,
it's not it's birthright or intention...
A humble puppet of the puppeteer,
Do this, do that, and please stand here...
-----------------Bunny
---------------soft, cute...
That stricken boat on the glass sea,
With windows tinted unevenly...