by this time tommorrow

​From the glaring over the Horizon the scintillating star's stumbling across this tumble let the clearing son storm  closest tattered.  Remember every state that you take becomes the direction of a new day The written Stars scarring listening to dry seasons of which our life forces drown yet in the mountains shimmering bright light stained accross the rainbow shining memories  written by the young in  old, a conundrum written across the cast that stands. Little brat fly across the stars, show me new moons yet aiming for the sun something you never saw yet written by the heart. Little body remember, one and two make three, never the fourth  in the fifth came the sixth never the seventh well I  just ate something The rhythm must flow a melody clustering, rise above evil right in believing. Stone to Hell's Gate, grinding in the oven, oh self confidence tipping in stones really too young written by the ancient When I think of the past it just keeps us  the...

I promised my heart, the scars itching would never be bothered. I thought maybe one l will forget the love lost in the jungle. Alone with my thoughts crumbling the number 4 ringing in my heard listening to that Cici song, time moving with me stuck in the number 4. Can l really say am happy seeing you happy without me?  Standing again, there humiliated never regretting. Ghosts haunting the blind man who mistakenly saw the light. Before 5, the 4th was enough for you. Into the 5th, the 4th was the breaking point for me.  It was in the moment l lost my sanity l might say but i actually lost my everything in that moment!

 Time. Memories. Mum  Time flies. Sixteen years.  Sixteen birthdays without you.  Time walked away with you.  Left in the dark with a spark of memories.  Imaginations of time spent together in the last sixteen birthdays.  Memories Mum.  Staring at the stars, l remembered mum smiling.  Staring at the stars, l heard her voice. Lost in the nick of time.  Her soft cuddles.  Her smooches of love.  Her glittering eyes of courage.  She stood the heroin.  My protector, provider.  The images of fantasy...  Time took you away before we made memories Mom The morning breeze rushed through skin, wide awake from the torments of his dreams. The sun was up, he had to do something about the nightmares otherwise he was doomed. Brendon  taking up his daily routine, but today nothing seemed to make sense. His mind was pondering on that dream that had kept him awake for the past two weeks, how long was this going to go on. ...

My Type of Woman She stands firm,wearing a scary frown on her face, her eyes brewing fire whilst her mouth spits magma. Standing tall, carrying the weight of the world in her shoulders proud to be a woman... Just can't help but scream that she is my type of woman. Beauty is her defination, her mind as sharp as a needle ready to prick what ever is on its way, her smile, an assasin to my respiratory system but her word distinguish her. Her body fashioned to pull me  closer to her instead her self~confidence forces me to let out a small scream yelling that, DAMN! she is  my type of woman. An eleqount speaker she is, striding up a mountain with honey oozing out of her mouth as she fends for her wellbeing inflicting confusion in my mind as she does everything according to her uniqueness. A despiser of mediocrity who relies only on herself. A philosopher by nature,therapists by calling she delivers those around her with her angelic courage which seeks to extinguish any demonic fo...

You awakened by the nightmares in the morning as tired as tired as you slept yesterday. The day goes by without noticing the value of being awake. There is an empty space that can not be filled by the daily routines you set, you look at the possibilities of  better outcomes but thoughts of the good times l had with you still haunt me. I look at the mirror and wonder what defect might have caused you to harass my soul in such a manner. Looking directly in to my soul, life is sucked right of my chest and positivity  flies out through the window, right through my eyes emptiness beams from the inner self. Right when l was about to throw the towel,  there came an angel  with a cup filled with love and a ray of new hope, an inspiration for a better future with her arises the giant that had been slain in the domain of love. your life starts making sense and you past pains evaporate in heat of the new star rising in sky. You begin to anticipate going to...