Carefully I creep,
And I don’t make a peep.
Ready to bolt when the chance is here,
Needing to escape this place I fear.
I don’t know what to do,
Very certain I am through.
Already this place feels like a prison,
Locked in the fun house really isn’t.

Every day she used to look,
Getting to know the outer cover of her book.
And wishing she felt as good within.
Many times she tried to look past,
In her mind though she could not pass.
Rejecting the beauty others saw within.
Only now does she finally see,
Reality as it is truly meant to be.
Ready to admit what to others was always clear.
Inside beauty is how she now defines,
Made to see the day she was struck blind.
And never more slave to the mirror.

I sit in silence,
Staring out into space.
I glance at the time,
To the exit I want to race.
Only I can’t leave yet,
Very soon but not quite time.
Every second seems like forever,
Really this is far from sublime.
Yes I want to leave,
Ending this viewing of the courts,
Truly, I really really dislike watching sports.

Phone falling apart,
Not yet ready for new one.
What am I to do?

There once was this kid,
I’ll tell you what he did.
On a cold winter’s day,
He went out to play.
He thought it’d be a snap,
To go out with no coat, boots or cap.
As you can guess,
He was quite under dressed.
He got quite sick,
Really quite quick.
But now he’s no schlup,
He always bundles up,
Cause that day he almost said goodbye,
And now he’s once frostbitten, twice shy.

(This poem was written in th epoint of view of someone who picks the beans to make the chocolate.)

Sun beating down,
Not another break for a while.
And I’m not sure I can make it til then,
Even though giving up is not my style.
But I work too hard to get paid what I pick.

Carefully traveling across the stream,
Moving ever so carefully as if in a dream.
One wrong step could spell my doom,
Causing me to have to resume.
Many are trying to keep me away,
From reaching my final goal today.
But like the determined jogger,
I will not give up, I will beat Frogger.

Walking along the trails,
Heading no where in particular.
Every step I take,
Gives me another story to tell.
The wind whispering in my ear,
Sharing so many secrets.
And as I listen silently,
It seems to make things so clear.
But alas it cannot last forever,
Soon I’ll have to head back.
But part of me wishes to stay,
So heading back could be an endeavour.
But I know that I’ll return with ease,
Another day not to far from now.
When the weather is nice,
And the wind blows it’s soft breeze.

Don’t know what’s going on,
Reality seems skewed.
Every thing’s not quite right,
And no one else seems clued.
My mind keeps slipping past,
So many things that might help me see.
Cluing me into the fact I’m in,
An altered reality.
Perhaps I’m just paranoid,
Every time I wake up that reality becomes void.

The clock moves slowly forward,
While I wait for your response.
One, two, three seconds seem like years,
So hard to act with nonchalance.
The waiting is killing me,
Every second an eon.
Perspective has a way of changing,
So soon after telling her she’s the one.
But in reality it’s only a moment,
And is over in a snap.
Course I took one step forward,
Kicking myself as I take one step back.

I remember ripping off the paper,
And seeing the box within.
Pulling out the contents,
But I can’t remember what it was or when.
I think it was during winter,
Perhaps Christmas or even Hanukkah.
But it just doesn’t jog my memory,
I wish something would help me go ‘aha!’
I’m sure it was lovely,
and brightened my day.
But I just can’t recall,
Some present received on some holiday.

As they run into the room,
Faces full of hope.
Asking mother if it’s time,
Her answer is still ‘nope’.
Not yet time to open gifts,
Santa hasn’t yet stopped by.
But if they go back to bed,
The time will surely fly.
So off to bed they again go,
But they’re sure they cannot sleep.
Even if they just close their eyes,
And try to count some sheep.
But start to slumber they do,
Dreaming of Christmas day.
When they’ll see family,
And have new toys form Santa’s sleigh.
But they’ll have to wait,
Until the morning chimes.
Because it’s still Christmas eve,
And not yet time.

Nobody’s around,
And I have nothing to do,
It’s a lonely night.

Close your eyes,
Don’t say your goodbyes.
Tomorrows a new surprise,
Close your eyes.

Don’t worry or fret,
There’ll be no regrets.
No problems or threats,
Don’t worry or fret.

Just dream of me,
Just rest and be.
Soon you’ll see,
Just dream of me.

My love for you is like the seasons,
Having no rhyme nor reasons.
Like the spring it appears fresh and new,
With every smile I see on you.
Like the summer it is nice and warm,
Able to fight off any storm.
Like autumn it is lovely to behold,
Much more precious than any gold.
But like winter snow upon the ground,
I keep it hidden and unfound.
Perhaps one day I’ll let it free,
But right now, I know it is not meant to be.

The blood boils within me,
Eyes yearning to glare.
My tongue wants to say something,
Perhaps I should dare?
Every time I think that though,
Reality sets in.
The downsides flow through my mind,
And I know it wouldn’t solve a thing.
Nor would it help later on,
The repercussions could be the pits.
Really not good at all,
Under the circumstances..
My best bet is to reign it in.

I wonder how it would be,
Solitude all around me.
Letting the trials of life slip away,
And just relaxing from day to day.
No worries, no cares, no stress at all,
Doing naught, except maybe the swimmers crawl.
Oh how grand it seems,
For shame it’s only in my dreams.
My mind can be so cruel at times,
Yet further in it I explore and climb.
Daring to go off on tangents,
Rarely hindered by the suspense.
Every turn is someplace new,
And though I know I must soon say adieu.
My day will be just a little better,
Soon as I share the dream in this letter.

Darting back and forth,
Running for all I’m worth.
Every where I turn,
Another reality discerned.
My mind is so confused,
Somehow I’m not amused.
Course when all is said and done,
And the story has been spun.
Perhaps it’s not some scheme,
Ending up instead to be a dream.

So confused,
The days seem to be getting harder.
Running to and fro,
Every turn I make seems to be wrong.
No matter what happens tho,
Go on I must.
Til I reach the end of the journey.
Home with you.

Wave goodbye to what you know,
Off to the grind is where you go.
Running the race with no end in sight,
Kan’t think straight from the plight.