My paths are intertwining,

Interlaced,

Soon they will be stuck in place.

The man of my dreams,

Yet our chemistry is so invisible,

So weak.

He is dazzling,

But our compatibility is diminishing.

Do I follow desire,

Or what will fulfill my life entire?...

Overlook the sky,

Overcast up high,

Cotton candy made from the cold,

Up in the sky,

A story to be told.

It is a mixture of beauty and sadness,

Bottling up the skies most gut-wrenching tears,

Until it breaks, it cracks,

Like a bottle of champagne in a quiet room.

Clouds are like humans,

We let ourselves forget what we are going through,

Until it breaks us....

I broke my rules for you!

The locks never twisted,

Gates never opened.

Trusted to set me free,

But would I be,

Truly?

Still enclosed in myself,

Still have nobody else.

Trapped in my own head,

My own thoughts, my own doubts,

My own rollercoaster ride instead.

I broke my rules for you,

I disregarded my self,

But now,

I don’t think I can care for anyone but myself....

25 followers,

We are having fun,

But an ancient myth scares everyone.

A siren wails, but not one of danger.

One of longing, desire and anger,

It allures, it deceives,

And personalities,

Are what it reads.

25 followers,

Woo hoo!

I’d like to thank all of you....

Once the flowers bloom,

We’ll be doomed,

They will flatten this whole town,

Squat on anything our

Lives stand around....

Sweet aromas,

Could be scented poison.

Endearing voices,

Could be hypnotising.

Warm laughter,

Could be patronising.

Regrets and questions,

Believing a distant suspicion.

Do you really mean well,

Or is that a mask you put on for humans.

Humans too broken that,

They need a shoulder so wrinkled,

So scented of cookies and home,

That you could cry into them for years.

If she let you last years.

Is she ...

Never did you take me on a dance,

No, we did not waltz or prance.

Never did we walk under the stars,

Neither did we go to mars.

Neither did I recognise you.

No, not until you were out of view....

A house is built,

On a little village hill,

Life stands still there.

Everything is organised,

Neatly tucked into the order of life.

Nothing can be despised,

A house, nothing more to like.

A home is compacted,

Love and kindness overflowing,

Laughter echoes,

From the community brewing.

Everyone knows each other,

Safe space for all,

A spillage is a mistake,

A mess is an aftermath of fun.

A house i...

Struck by power,

Of the latest remedie,

Remove tiredness and stress,

With a child who will do what you please.

A ruler of a kingdom,

Faces gaze upwards,

Meet the eyeline of a child.

Respecting elders invisible,

Why should they sit on the throne?

The one who still knows nothing.

Why should we respect them?

When we know everything and more.

War arises , lives are sunken,

And a child is what is chose...

Eyes always watching.

Face always smiling.

Eyes always relighting.

Mind always wandering.

Lizzie Thompson was the popular of the popular. The best of the best. The queen bee.

Nice, funny, smart, pretty, hot boyfriend.

The full package.

But thats always the surface. Her mask.

And now it’s slipping.

Drunk dad.

Absent mum.

Every teens dream.

Every opportunity to throw a party.

Lizzie threw parties o...