The Sleepy Snowman

Childrens Poetry


Once the children and dog had gone indoors;

The snowman was left all alone.

As the night drew it's deep black mantle.

Not sight or sound of anyone could be found.

No cloud in sight could be seen out doors.

Then came the twinkling starlight,; thrilling to the bone.

"There" said the snowman, "no need for a candle".

As he listens to the stars musical sound.

Up rose the moon bidding "good evening", to the snowman, looking across the moors.

"Good evening" replied snowman in an even tone.

Gosh! what awesome prattle!

Snowman, and where are you bound?

Oh! nowhere cried snowman; I'm feeling sleepy excuse the snoors.

Sleep on a night like tonight? Well Done!

"Yes" said snowman, it's been a hectic battle.

"Tired I suppose; throwing snowballs all day , with that hound". 

Author's Notes/Comments: 



Isn't it annoying when someone keeps you awake, even on a cold Winter's night.



How is it that I can be so in love

With someone I barely know

I don't know too much

But that you make me glow


You put a smile on my face

That I think the whole world knows

And everyone can see that it is

Because its you I choose


You became my world

From the instant you walked in

I just knew that everything changed

When you came within


My world did change

When you said 'Hi'

I had intense feelings in my stomach

And I knew everything went awry


Then I started falling

Then you became my everything

Then I knew that things were off,

That things had already started blooming


I don't know how they are on your end

But I know that I told you how I feel

You don't have to question mine

Because I know that they are real


Even though you haven't

Said the same thing

I have a feeling that you will

All in time I know its baffling


But one day we will have

Absolutely everything

I know this just like I know

I am not bluffing



Written on


February 15, 2014

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is the last poem I wrote to Bogs. Its over now and he is gone.

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Our Lives


I just met you

But I'm already falling

I don't know why

Maybe it's your personality

Your controlling personality

Without being too controlling

Mental control is how you like to do it

And I love the idea

I love the fact that you are

Into Warcraft, but you don't

live and breathe it

I am feeling like I already

Love you, Bogs or Travis

Or Meister as we both are into

The whole Dom/Sub thing

Let's go forth and start our lives

Because we are both too old

To play the high school games



Written on


February 12, 2014

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this was the first one about Bogs. Here again, it didnt work out but good poems just the same.

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To Become

Society's filled so dark
A sickness fit to last
A hasty hungry shark
A one that bites the glass

The air turns a poison mist
and the grass turns to a distant waste
A glare becomes a fist
and then a flower becomes erased

Angels Keep Falling On My Head

The wind blew furiously that night

As though it knew what was coming

As though it were trying to escape.

They were all casted out

From their heavenly home

The angels began to descend

Flying down simultaneously

And their enormous feathery wings

Embodied in merciless flames

Burned off of them.

All over the world

Every single one of them collapsed

Now defeated and torn

They have taken over the planet


They've become powerless humans

And they must learn to survive

Amongst everyone else

With the diseases, pain

And disaster

Until the day they fix it all

Or die trying

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Featherless Wings

Spiralling down, the world turns sideways;
If only it would stay still I could arrange my thoughts.
Take what you own to pay for your own funeral,
A paralysed catharsis,

Trying to crawl its way into living.

A second hesitation hanging on a trip wire,
The explosion comes before the paranoia.
To fight such weak and juvenile demons,
Is an effort wasted instead of walking way.
Saying sorry for sorry's sake:
The changeling reverting to another seed.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Change is necessary as long as you remember where you started from.

Twisted reality & a wounded love

Realities twisted, lying through your every day lives, seeping in your eyes...

fusion in their very own true colors...

our skin is dead.. the heart is greatest the vessel.

my brain is on overload.. nothing stays in tune. 

Forever packaged in your box of perfect calamity. misery hate's herself, but loves her company..

shadowed by death & the light is to conceal the darkness.

water flows inside us, like our waves of emotions..
Ocean of life, the constant misty rain to trickle despair,

the sand to hold us together & bury the fear sunken beneath it..

I won't ever know if you really love me.

Your mind is almost always ingested with shit.. & then you go & feed it.

although fantasy is my favorite belief, I don't want to be the plaque on your mildly yellowed teeth..

I don't want to be that needle in your arm...

I do wish I could free you from "your reality" of pain..

i'd like to take you on an adventure far away with me.. somewhere we'd both be free.
because in the end I think I know I can ignore & re-create parts of reality to where I need it to be.

I hope one day you'll be able to comprehend that state of freedom mentally.. 

I don't expect automatic acceptance. I know everything is a test..

sometimes, or for the most part, it could make everything seem worthless..

I try my best not to fall on my face.. I live for spiritual feat.

but if what I live for isn't on this earth too, then why is my body here to begin with...?

I feel physically unnecessary.

everything here now just ends up what used to be... i'm not sure if it mean's anything to me..

I miss so many people every second, every passing day... it's like each day is a bigger loss then the one before.

but I guess the soul could just be a gaping black empty growing hole..
Don't get me wrong. I entrust positivity.. but this pain is buried within my identity.

a lot of the time when you'll try so hard to fly... you will end up falling..

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Oct. 2012. 

Fall Song


Winter comes

To ice over my heart

Gone is my sunshine

My only sunshine

Summer is past

Our prime behind

Fall is here

And I strike the earth

“What goes up

Must come down”

And “what goes around

Comes around”

But as the leaves change

And fall to the ground

Someday you’ll fall

In my arms again

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A Work Of Art (pt. 3)

Have you ever seen a true beautiful woman?
I'm talking internal and external beauty. A woman as hot as Uganda but also as sweet as Fanta.. that's true beauty.
But until I give you an example of a woman with such attributes, my point won't be proven,
So let me tell you about a woman named Amanda.. with true beauty.

Beautiful enough to drive you crazy..
Beautiful enough to make your heart beat cease.
Search for a girl better than her? You couldn't find any..
Because what's better than perfect? Nothing, that's what my point is.

I look at her and all I can do is smile, as in admiring a unique work of art.
But man.. If you got to stand next to her, you'll be smiling like an idiot too.
I swear, she takes the road less traveled straight to my heart.
But that's cool, cause she's the only one I'm happy to let through.

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