singing little finch

A little singing finch rests on a perch.
Gold speckled and delightful,
The little birdie croons,
Wind chimes tink tonk in tune with the sweet melody,
And sunshine streams in through the gaps of the bamboo cage.

The little finch hops gleefully from perch to perch,
Waiting so patiently: for the small boy to sit on the stone stool,
Next to the finch’s barred enclosure.

The small boy with brown eyes and cheeky smile opens the tiny window of the cage and puts his hand in; he feeds the finch and leaves water. He strokes the little bird and loves her so.

The little finch that is gold speckled and relishing in spilt love,
Bathes happily, in affection and attention,
Till the day of waiting and patience is not met.

No more food, no more water,
The bamboo grows and takes away the sunshine too.
Wind chimes are not heard through the hedge.
And the little singing finch sits in a silent tone.

my mind is sticky

My mind is all sticky; it’s hard to get in without fixing yourself tight first. Watch as I wrap my thoughts around you, squeezed in an irregular shape with polar points holding the feelings towards you so closely that it’s a shocker you don’t see the obvious mania I have.
Ive always loved passion but Ive never had the initiative to release it. Come try, see that I offer it but my hyperactivity is withheld because I don’t want to break you. What a remark to make on behalf of egotism, it is true though, I'm frightened that you can’t handle me. Especially if you have to look at me, be with me and love me all that time, it gets exhausting I know that, even though I don’t get tired easily.
Should I judge those who get it easy because they’re just lovable as themselves?
I love companions but do I ever get it right? Afraid the answer is no, it seems no matter how either friend acts one falls for the other, most of the time that friend would be me, cascading love is consumed with what use to be jealously but now protection. I will be honest after a while of wishing I do get that friend, but I regret it when they notice how I drawback. Indeed life goes by the saying – be careful what you wish for.

To those friends who think not trying anymore is the way to go, cool down and just get on with figuring yourself out, energy is precious to us so failing and giving up is such a waste.

A muddled extract of my brain matter and nervous feeling, I have no clue where to begin with issues that don’t show instant solutions, maybe I should label this as anxiety, at least that’s answered!
Panic struck I can only hope there are people who manage this with me. What’s up with that anyway, everyone is different so by being different we are the same…this makes my world all the more smaller. It’s hard to have some alone time when there’s no space for your own bubble.

END MY HERO

Power surging and knocked out far
I miss you today so Ill
Wish upon a star

I can’t want to love you
But I don’t want to lose you –
A friendship can be gained but
Love can only be a few
It’s so sick what you’ve done to me
A dark truth, yes,
But nothing you see

Power surging and knocked out far
I miss you all of yesterday
So Ill wish upon a star

Today the weakling
Tomorrow the defender
Soon it will turn the ring and
End the sting
And I will triumph the gladiator

Not a scratch
No, just an open sore
Now infected and covered
In growing abhor.

Broken skin,
Broken soul
Beyond repair and yet
Not more breakable
My heart lays motionless
Lifeless

Lifeless due to your harshness
Motionless because of hopelessness
With every callous feeling
And every hurtful sting
I then have to pick out the shared glass seeds
If only it would cease on what the open sore needs

Hanging and manifesting it is bred from a facade
Waiting and absorbing it stays in the shade
Sheltered and forming it now becomes something true
A new combined me
A new combined you.

Course Through me and emerge out as me

Course through my vanity and emerge out as me…you’ll see how I loath things and wish I could strip things just make up things that cover up all the things that were lied to me.

Course through my serenity and emerge out as me…you’ll see I was never truthful and wondered how I never did things or saw things or never really liked me through the eyes of you.

Course through my passion and emerge out as me…you’ll see there is no vivacious energy about me with no hidden talents special or no reasons to love me as I can never keep or have what is true.

Course through my sadness and emerge out as me… you’ll see I’m like no other but have nothing better that I want nothing else than to have peace but achieve nothing for I can do nothing as Im immobile in the process of emerging but failing to come out as me.

When I Had Times Of Wishing

I just want to be blood
So that I can keep somebody alive
And be with them throughout their life.

I want to fix them,
Flow through them
And be the closest thing
To their heart.

I don’t want to bleed out
Of them or be
Washed away when all dried up.

I want to keep them safe
And healthy,
Which means provide them with happiness…

I just wish I could be blood
So I can be with you.

Metal Hate

I want to snap your chords
and rip out your wires,
slice you up
and burn fake remains.

I want rewards
for stamping out fires,
summon you up
and tell you I've ruined fake names.

I say this to all frauds
who were made the liars,
that it will catch up
and justice will bring you down into the flames.