My Box
My box is made of your wildest dreams,
My own world, with no seams.
With no bounds or no rules,
Whatever I want, how about some tools?
Whenever I want, whenever I say!
In my box, I live with no bounds,
I'm free, my parents are like a gun with no rounds,
They can't break me free,
I'm free in my own spree
Sometimes it is frightening,
Others, enlightening.
In my box I live,
I have nothing to lose, nothing to give,
I'll tell you a secret of my box,
It'll help you break the locks,
My box can't be touched,
Can't be seen,
Because my box is a dream.
Haiku
I hate poetry
For the simple reason that
It doesn't make sense
Untitled
As i walk along the cold, wet bay,
the waters rush and the ocean sways,
my feet covered in sticky sand,
and looking up i notice the land.
The hilltops curve, the puddles steep,
over i go, with a leap.
In the distance, there stands a boy,
tiredly walking, with his Teddy toy.
Suddenly bursting from a nearby bush,
a large teenager gives him a push.
The small child by now falls to the ground,
and the teenager reaches over,
and starts to pound.
I stand there staring, too cowardly to help,
and the small child gives a yelp.
I turn my back, not wanting to be the same,
going back the way i came.
I still see those images today,
The kid now in a hole in the ground,
and i wonder if i should have entered the fray.
Walking down to that same cold, wet bay,
And if i walked into the water, and did not stop, would the images stay away?
It's just war
In the movement of day,
the start of the night.
I can hear the cries,
through the darkness and light.
It's just war.
A man, a woman,
daughter or a son.
Millions or soldiers,
praying "thy will be done".
A shot, a shell,
another man down.
Screaming in the streets,
bodies around.
A man too young,
grew up too fast.
Now he's alone,
causing a blast.
Another casualty,
nothing more, nothing less.
Fine before hand,
soon laid to rest.
The sights and scenes,
nothing but gore.
Another victim killed,
and that's just one more.
It's just war.
The World at War
It's hard to live a life,
Amidst the war and strife,
Missiles fly through the sky,
Towns and cities people cry.
C Fire blazes as buildings fall,
I don't see the point in it all,
Gunfire in streets and murder in churches,
Around every corner death lurches.
What did we do to start this all,
Blazing infernos flaming tall,
Army Jets ripping through the air,
Everything just doesn't seem fair,
C Fire blazes as buildings fall,
I don't see the point in it all,
Gunfire in streets and murder in churches,
Around every corner death lurches.
Bombs drop and people die,
No one can start to try,
In a world without hope,
I don't see how people cope.
One Touch
One touch from you is all I need,
to rid me of my selfish greed,
One touch from you is all I crave,
to sit me up, make me behave,
One touch from you is what I desire,
Although it may be it adds fuel to the fire
One touch from you is all I ask,
its there I'd sit, its there I'd bask,
One touch from you would make me feel
that I should smile, that love is real,
One touch from you - would it be a sin?
to look into your eyes and just fall in?
My box is made of your wildest dreams,
My own world, with no seams.
With no bounds or no rules,
Whatever I want, how about some tools?
Whenever I want, whenever I say!
In my box, I live with no bounds,
I'm free, my parents are like a gun with no rounds,
They can't break me free,
I'm free in my own spree
Sometimes it is frightening,
Others, enlightening.
In my box I live,
I have nothing to lose, nothing to give,
I'll tell you a secret of my box,
It'll help you break the locks,
My box can't be touched,
Can't be seen,
Because my box is a dream.
Haiku
I hate poetry
For the simple reason that
It doesn't make sense
Untitled
As i walk along the cold, wet bay,
the waters rush and the ocean sways,
my feet covered in sticky sand,
and looking up i notice the land.
The hilltops curve, the puddles steep,
over i go, with a leap.
In the distance, there stands a boy,
tiredly walking, with his Teddy toy.
Suddenly bursting from a nearby bush,
a large teenager gives him a push.
The small child by now falls to the ground,
and the teenager reaches over,
and starts to pound.
I stand there staring, too cowardly to help,
and the small child gives a yelp.
I turn my back, not wanting to be the same,
going back the way i came.
I still see those images today,
The kid now in a hole in the ground,
and i wonder if i should have entered the fray.
Walking down to that same cold, wet bay,
And if i walked into the water, and did not stop, would the images stay away?
It's just war
In the movement of day,
the start of the night.
I can hear the cries,
through the darkness and light.
It's just war.
A man, a woman,
daughter or a son.
Millions or soldiers,
praying "thy will be done".
A shot, a shell,
another man down.
Screaming in the streets,
bodies around.
A man too young,
grew up too fast.
Now he's alone,
causing a blast.
Another casualty,
nothing more, nothing less.
Fine before hand,
soon laid to rest.
The sights and scenes,
nothing but gore.
Another victim killed,
and that's just one more.
It's just war.
The World at War
It's hard to live a life,
Amidst the war and strife,
Missiles fly through the sky,
Towns and cities people cry.
C Fire blazes as buildings fall,
I don't see the point in it all,
Gunfire in streets and murder in churches,
Around every corner death lurches.
What did we do to start this all,
Blazing infernos flaming tall,
Army Jets ripping through the air,
Everything just doesn't seem fair,
C Fire blazes as buildings fall,
I don't see the point in it all,
Gunfire in streets and murder in churches,
Around every corner death lurches.
Bombs drop and people die,
No one can start to try,
In a world without hope,
I don't see how people cope.
One Touch
One touch from you is all I need,
to rid me of my selfish greed,
One touch from you is all I crave,
to sit me up, make me behave,
One touch from you is what I desire,
Although it may be it adds fuel to the fire
One touch from you is all I ask,
its there I'd sit, its there I'd bask,
One touch from you would make me feel
that I should smile, that love is real,
One touch from you - would it be a sin?
to look into your eyes and just fall in?
Not bad but i would like more there kl 
