Fishbowl

waves conceal the wise disc jockey,

  She said she wants to sleep alone.

  Slouched on the worn out brown chair,

  The radio host plays a sad song.

  Loose tie and messed hair,

  Trying to find where I belong.

  She said she would never leave me,

  But mistakes have been made.

  I miss your warm soft hands,

  And all of our future plans.

  Through the sound of a wind chime,

  I will remember you for a lifetime.

  Words in the sand

  To me,

  You are no longer human,

  But words in the sand.

  And when,

  The tide comes in,

  You disappear.

  Natural Beauty

  Like a sparkling stream of water,

  That natural beauty of mine.

  She smiles like our daughter,

  Reminding me to appreciate time.

  She uses toothpaste as lipstick,

  Her cheeks soft as sponge.

  The charm makes my heart tick,

  To the point of a sudden lunge.

  Her care can hypnotize,

  Like the flow of a fountain.

  Our bodies synchronize,

  We could climb a mountain.

  At times we collide,

  But forever we will glide.

 

  Our Eyes

  Our eyes,

  Our window,

  Soaked in water,

  So we can clearly see,

  The road we belong to be on.

  A Rubber Mask

  There was once a rubber mask whose name was Little Tim

  He sat at the back of class because everyone bullied him

  Skill wasn't his forte, he couldn't sing, he couldn't swim

  He wanted to change his ways but did not know where to begin

  One day a masquerade named Marissa came to his disposal

  She got down on one knee and gave Tim a proposal

  Little Timmy blushed and gave Marissa a rose

  She was the pretty girl in school with so too many pros

  On her ninth birthday Tim gave her his first cuddle

  The tough kids got jealous as they lay down in a puddle

  Grabbed Timmy after school and beat him with a rock

  Told him to leave Marissa or he'll be drinking from a sock

  Tim then broke up with his one and only friend

  She was very sad about it all coming to an end

  They both sat alone in a room with an empty colouring book

  Wondering what it would be like to see each other’s look

 

  Days later Timmy's parent's decided to move away

  A new home, a new school and a new time of day

  Marissa almost cried but was too young to love

  She prayed to her Lord whilst holding a paper dove

  Twenty years later, Marissa and Tim stand in a church

  Holding hands, knowing an end has come to their search.

 

  Sailboat

  The sailboat sailed away into the sunrise,

  With two sea shells and a pearl on board.

  I stay ashore the sand plain with a rock in hand,

  Glass slices from my feet to my spinal cord.

  The sun is blazing at 180 degrees,

  I scavenge for food as I crawl on my knees.

  At times I was inattentive as the boat has a cooler,

  My crab will be happier than a fruitful jeweler.

  I sharpen a stick to soak in the cuts,

  On a leaf I write my grateful farewell.

  Gently I place the leaf on the water,

  It floats away carrying a magical spell.

  Although I am now a skeletal frame,

  I know my crab can ignite her flame.

  Forever will there be silence between,

  But sunlight will shine before my sweet queen.

  Starlight Pyramid

  Starlight pyramid,

  Swore to me, yes she did.

  But the stars flew away,

  And the sand allay,

  Now I am a deserted squid.

 

  Black Geisha

  Butterflies blessed the room as she waved those silk wings,

  Ribbons of beauty masked the smell of bleach and cocaine.

  Her pale face brought out those deep black eyes,

  As she caught me looking from the back seat,

  Then the romantic gestures were focused on I.

  The Japanese flamingo blushed with a giggle,

  But it was then shadowed by a well patterned fan.

  Soon the dance was over,

  Though our story had just begun.

  For a little while we spoke at the bar,

  Despite not being a drinker she loved sitting there,

  Laughing at my awful jokes.

  I took her for a bowl of ramen,

  Despite the gentle voice, she ate me speechless.

  We laughed all night.

  Darkness invaded the sky and down went the sun,

  It was our time to part.

  I hope to see her again.

  Tomorrow came and the town was in shock,

  Gossip spread like a forest fire.

  The butterflies’ death was ordered by a wasp,

  He didn't agree with the pollen.

  I see her for a final time,

  Standing before her gravestone.

  The raindrops fed the flowers,

  But this one could no longer grow.

  Leaking Hearts

  Caressing her cheek,

  Feathers of love tickle deep,

  Hearts begin to leak.

 

  Blossom

  I once sat on a park bench,

  there was a man feeding ducks.

  He looked similar to me in a way,

  when I was thirty years younger.

  Back in the time of romance,

  when I met my true blossom.

  I attempted to talk to the man,

  he didn't seem to hear me.

  So I began to read my paper.

  Soon later,

  a woman appeared.

  My paper hit the floor,

  my heart raged,

  my brain strained,

  for spring was here.

  My blossom sat beside the man,

  who I remember was I.

  The man smiled and offered her some bread,

  she said she had just eaten.

  The man and I laughed,

  and said,

  lovely dress by the way.

  Blossom blushed,

  we were shushed.

  We should get dinner sometime,

  the man and I asked.

  I would like that,

  Blossom replied.

  The man and blossom talked for a while,

  I listened to every word.

  Eventually Blossom had to leave,

  we said goodbye with a cuddle.

  The man and I stared up into the clear sky,

  with huge smiles we couldn't stop.

  but

  At that point I woke again.

  In my hospital bed,

  a spring in my back,

  a tear down my cheek.

  For love may never die,

  but blossom will fall.

  I see it in my phyla

  A billion flowers in the sand,

  And I only want to smell one.

  You're my plant cure,

  I'm your Delilah.

  I feel your beauty,

  I see it in my phyla.

 

  I imagine us on rooftops

  I imagine us on rooftops,

  laying side by side,

  with each other in our hands,

  our souls connected,

  a smile on our faces,

  as peaceful as the breeze.

  I imagine us on rooftops,

  dancing t
o the chirping birds,

  laughing in the sunset,

  how wonderful that is.

 

  Knife Wound

  I don't

  Remember the

  Moment we fell in love,

  I just remember the grieving

  Knife wound.

 

  Sapphire Bird

  There was once a bird

  dancing in the sky

  until a dark black cloud

  came floating by

  it blocked the bird's vision

  but still it could see

  that it was a bright blue sapphire

  as beautiful as can be

 

  She is a bonsai

  She is a bonsai,

  I am a pork pie,

  She is a sparking sea,

  I am a rotting tree,

  She is a cloud in the sky,

  I am a funny-looking guy.

 

  Her care was a rental

  the dirt under my nails

  and the bed under my bugs

  are the only pieces of must

  in my circle of trust

  i can walk with no legs

  and see with no eyes

  but she will still blind me

  with the love in her lies

  the tongue of a serpent

  but the venom so gentle

  i am a weak hearted merchant

  her care was a rental

 

  The Genie Lamp

  I once found a genie lamp,

  It granted me three wishes.

  ‘Give me money.’ I said.

  The genie looked in my wallet,

  ‘You already have it.’ He replied.

  ‘Then grant me knowledge.’ I said.

  The genie looked at my bookshelf,

  ‘You already have it.’ He replied.

  ‘I know,’ said the genie,

  ‘How about I give you the world?’

  I smiled, looked at her from across the room and said,

  ‘I already have it.’

 

  Acknowledgements

  . . .

  I would first like to thank Chlöe for introducing me into the world of writing, and for her continuous support throughout the years.

  Gerhard Gellinger for allowing the use of his artwork.

  I would like to thank my friends and family for helping the overcoming of my anxiousness with poetry. I wish the best to my inspirational artists, of whom I will avoid naming for their own privacy.

  Special thanks to Wattpad™ for creating a playfield and learning resource in my early days of writing.

  Micheal David Larsen has been my biggest influence to write throughout the years. I thank him for helping me absorb ideas from his work and for casting light on to my inspiration. R.I.P.

  Finally, I would like to thank you for reading my first book of poetry. May your day be blessed & may happiness find your way.

 

  About the Author

  . . .

  This has been a strange experience. I never realized how much I enjoy the art of poetry and how many poems I have written until I edited this book.

  I was born and raised in a small town near Middlesbrough. Throughout school I was always considered a ‘computer whiz’ by my family and teachers, and from age five to eighteen, technology was my primary