Guess this title.

So i bought her a painting,
And brought it to her house.
The insides are breath taking,
And i don't mean inside her blouse.

And there i think i saw the light.
Held by an invisible screw,
Was "Van Gogh's" starry starry night,
Something not mentioned by you.

It's placed in a corner of a room,
Without light it exudes gloom.
A mistake i made by askinh whom,
Drew this beauty, that her heart swoon.

However neglated it may be,
Rhis painting's always in your heart.
Maybe i just didn't see,
You didn't like my kind of art...

You can make a man cry.
You don't even need to try.
No need to kick his balls,
Or laugh when he falls,
torch is car,or give him scars,
you don't even need to beat,
slash, or push him off his seat.
Just say these words true,
"Face it dude I don't love you."

Rain: Part what the fuck?!

I watch as the clouds nurse a storm
They darken when reaching the final trimester.
Then the brith comes with a

BANG


A shining dagger i dare not stare,

For its blade blinds me with its glare.
As it thrusts its way through the clouds
It's as if they scream out loud.
Then the sky starts to bleed,
And tears make
the clouds
deplete
.

I say this clouds are stubborn fools,
As they are pregnant again, and full.
Then where did their Bastard go?
Into the ocean
did
he
flow.
By science, They commit incest,
The clouds and their Bastard, a daily zest.

Gosh.

The Star has returned to her place.
Where is the music i must face?
Once again i admire this grace,
From earth looking to outer space...

ARE YOU FIT TO TALK?

NEXT TIME YOU WANT TO FIGHT FOR A CAUSE, DO NOT PULL IN THE NAMES OF OTHERS WITHOUT CONSULTATION. FROM MY POINT OF VIEW, IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE FROM THOSE YOU WISH TO SEEK REVENGE WITH.

DOES SHOUTING GIVE YOU POWER? DO YOU WANT HER?
DO YOU WANT HER?



Arh wtf lah. I wanted to give this to you. But i feel that this task is impossible. Pity me not. I should be shot.

To: YOU.

Peel these pages like my heart,

With this page as the start.

The Taj Mahal

The grand Canyons

The great Wall of China

The leaning tower of Pisa

The pyramids

The Effiel tower.

And one more i can't remember.

But this eight world wonder,

I'll never forget.

The first seven...

Can never compare...

to...

YOU.

I think this maybe the time,

Where i ask you, my Valentine,

If you'll hold this hand of mine,

I'll hold yours til the end of time.

But if this never crossed your mind,

Forgive my words asinsine.

For my liberty asking for your hand,

Is your liberty to decline this "demand".

Summer love Winter rest

The Summer brings much warmth and fun
Trees turn golden brown in the sun.

But over time Summer winds will fade
As Winter tears the fruits Summer has made
Winter is cold and things will end,
Like leaves and trees can never mend.
White, supposedly pure and immaculate
Can be irritating and incur much hate.

Scars from Winter's wraths,
May open up or cut off paths

We see the falling of trees Winter has slain,
But some thrive as Summer comes again.

This thing! Neither poetry or prose,
I wrote for a tender rose.
I only i could wear on my sleeve,
What i plan to write on valentines eve.
What that papa showed to me,
Til 16 years old then i see.
What families members go through,
I wanna start a family with you!

Then the fear of fear is i fear,
Is haunting whenever you're near.
Fear of not catching your heart,
Mistaking signs from the start,
Fear i can't let go,
For i **** you so...
Fear our house makes you alone,
A house that's a house, not a home...

Papa's Passing

Papa went out,
But never came back.
But now he's lying,
Under our void deck.

Papa's the head,
Like all other households.
But our burdens,
On his shoulder he holds.

Papa 's gone.
His throne's not for me.
But I'll hold his reigns
Like every man should be.

Papa had comics,
Of every kind.
Papa should have one:
He's the hero on my mind.

Papa's done passing.
Papa's now dead.
At this age i take his duties,
Like he once dread...

Nicholas i'm sorry.

Charissa has good thought and advice.

Listern to her?

Would you like to catch the sunrise?
We'll meet at a quater to six,
And take the sight from somewhere nice;
Colours God has personally mix,
Colours none of us can create.
We could meet at the canal and see.
I think that moment would be great,
And may the world let us both be.


My heart's firm,
But i feel a hole.
My body's full,
My soul's not whole...

It doesn't matter anymore.
Why pull on heart strings that are sore?
In a culinary galore,
The tastiest dish is a bore.
It aches just to think of your face,
Much more, distanced in the same place.
Give gloves to a dying boxer,
Knives for a blood fearing butcher.
Parallel lines abreast don't touch,
I'm a boy. I can't give much.

I'M SORRY MY SNOWFLAKE!!!

The night watchman

He opens his weary eyes.
He blinks in confusion,
than realizing the sun had begun to set.
He beams at the people passing by…
His smile a thousand-watts,
Assisting the young and elderly.
He showers the world with light,
purifying it with warmth
No one does crime in the face of light.
Pureness and goodness of ones heart thrives on light
He smiles, light radiating from every angle of him
He is the night watch man

Gosh my younger sister wrote this. I bow before her...

Of all the stars,
In this sky i see,
The brightest one,
Is in front of me.

As years goes by,
I grow older,
But whenever you cry;
Here's my shoulder.

As years add on,
So do the candles,
so let me blow them with you;
Happy birthday my Angel.



Papa used to sing a song
Puts me to sleep not for long
Of all the beast that feast at night,
And maidens saved by handsome knights

Of castles that touch the sky,
Beasts with nasty looks and crys
Such a melodious tune
Coming from Papa's sand dune.

Then one night this song, i dread
Of tales from the papers i read
Come to live on this faithful night
I see the beast in my knight.

My castle crumbles form the sky
As i hear a nasty cry
Once sang a lovely tune,
From Papa's Sand dune.

When i asked for Rapunzel's hand,
In her tower's another man.
I left and there i understand,
I can only get what i can.