Poetry is explaining what my lips are unable, When my fingers & toes are twitching under the table. Sometimes I try but the words come out sloppily; For some reason, this way, I can express my thoughts properly.

I try to explain but my mouth can be dodgy, So I’ll rhyme instead of converse, it’s way less stodgy! I can use different words, I might not every day, It’s fun, mischievous; like a child at play.

It’s the acceptance of fancy words & short sentences, It’s that no one answers back or pulls a face- freedom, independence. The bounce in my voice as I read my words back, The clarity in my mind, that daily I lack.

More often than not, I’ve read poems & smiled, Poetry & rhyming has me utterly beguiled.
That’s certainly what poetry is to this expressor, But I am in no way claiming to be a professor!..

Flowers dont care what you happen to wear today. They certainly don’t worry about the state of your hair today.

Flowers dont stop growing because a ‘friend’ did you wrong; They continue to flourish, saying “Look, life goes on.”

When hope feels small & you’ve feelings of sorrow, Plant a seed, watch it grow & believe in tomorrow!

Another thing I’ve learned from my lonely pit, Wherever there is light, the flowers will find it…

Live like a flower, feel but let go.. Flourish, live & continuously grow! When your days seem dark, don’t lose sight; Remember the flower & find the light.

Everything red, that once was green. Rage & anger replace peace & serene. Where I once smelled safety in the spring smelling leaves, Now lurks danger, worry & all the pet peeves.

“Green for go, let’s do this!” old, naive me would have said. New me, only see’s dangers & no way’s; I only see red. I took for granted, how everything felt so positive. I yearn for that long lost feeling, now I feel hopeless & destructive.

But wait… roses are red? And as we know, violets are blue. If there’s happiness & love seen in this flower bed, Perhaps there is hope yet for me too?..

You were there but never present, I tried to speak but you never heard. No, nothing was ever horribly unpleasant, But my God did you make me feel like an outcast nerd.

I came to you & you laughed in my face, From young I learned to cry on my own. Holding myself in a lonely embrace; Tears a flowing, I was longing for home.

I swam with the sharks, you left me surrounded by, I survived the monsters you said were friends. You don’t deserve to know, how I didn’t die; You absolute pair of bellends.

I have no doubt, I’ll be home one day, I’m yet to know where or with who. But if you dare come to me, I shall say: “You’ve come back, but I no longer need you.”