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Try to smile a little as you enter each new day,
Make each minute count a lot , find some time to play .
Try a piece of happiness, with your morning tea
Make a moment mean something, before the clock strikes three .
I Knew I Knew
You looked from afar with a casting gaze ,
Someone with intent , who would truly amaze.
The look of emotion that struck a soft heart ,
Not knowing , or caring ,or wishing to part.
The smile on your face , so haunted my soul,
When you walked out the room, did you have to go.
Time passed on bye , but all thoughts still of you ,
Your face in my mind , those eyes, clear and true .
Not knowing if feelings , or moments felt right,
You stood in the doorway , and held me so Tight .
Written by Doodles 23 /02 /2014 
When I close My Eyes When I Close My Eyes
When I close my dark eyes, the world it just sleeps ,
Sounds and emotions making me weep .
Dark shadows of life, walk into my mind ,
The sweet memories of you are so lovely and kind .
Hearing the sounds of the runaway rain ,
Reminds me of times when our love felt like pain .
Bright light passes over , and shoots past my eyes ,
The morning is crawling back into our lives .
Soft breathing seems distant , and yet it's so near ,
Your love is so healing , it wakens a tear .
Written by Doodles 05 /10 /2013 
Waiting For Spring Waiting For Spring
Over the hill the sky looks cold ,
Winter is weary and getting old .
The flowers struggle to make a smile ,
Winter is has decided to stay for awhile .
The birds are crying and scratching for food ,
Winter is steadfast , and in a bad mood .
The sky breaks open , and Sun does appear ,
Spring looks like teasing us ,we all shed a tear .
Tree buds start bursting ,the lambs show delight ,
When Angels care to dance , on life we take a chance ,
Try what we think is true , and risk all like a fool .
When Angels sleep to rest , our life remains a test ,
On trusting what is just, and who that we can trust .
When Angels touch our hearts, in life we must depart,
In knowledge that we know ,our journey soon will grow .
When Angels choose to leave , it's time for us to grieve ,
Our time on earth is done , and loved ones will be numb.
Written by Doodles 07 /02 /2013 
The truth can be a mystery ,
In the lies that we say ,
Self gain becomes our majesty ,
When greed becomes its slave .
Our faith we can manipulate ,
In the way that suits yourself ,
The pain becomes desensitised ,
When Gods put on the shelf .
Feelings we have not many ,
In the passions of the heart ,
The quicker it is over ,
When drink plays a part .
These lessons we must learn ,
In the light of the day ,
The World is truly Beautiful ,
When Love comes to stay .
Written by Doodles 20 /10 /2012 
Dream Time Dream Time
Does time stand still ,when we go to sleep ?
And love holds it's voice ,
Do the Angels watch, to see me weep ,
When my heart stops, through choice.
Does time stand still , as we close our eyes ?
And love holds it's kiss ,
Do the Angels watch, and feel me cry ,
When my soul feels pain, like this !
Does time stand still ,when I hold you close ?
And love makes us one,
Do the Angels watch, and feel our pulse ,
When our minds dreams, are done .
Written by Doodles 23 /04 /2012 
Mystic Light Mystic Light
Through deepened mist the light took shape,
Dark shadows crept upon the ground .
Above the stars seemed close , yet still ,
The air breezed little sound .
An owl spoke out above the moon ,
The cries were sharp and clear ,
Deep down across the forest floor ,
This strange light came so near .
It shone so bright it scorched the night ,
Leaving a sense of wonder ,
A Mystic pulse , was felt so faint ,
Did Angels pass , to ponder .
Written by Doodles 19 /02 /2012 
Look Beyond Look Beyond
Last year it seemed to wander by , the days where lost forever,
The drudge of everyday life ,dragged on with so much bother .
New Year sparked in , with life , enlightened to a flower ,
Seeding ideas and hopes , of energy , and power .
A freshness floated on the wind , of happiness and fun ,
People gathered round in crowds , dancing like the sun .
Is this a dream I hear you ask , for this I have not seen ,
Look positive into your life , and all will be revealed .
Written by Doodles 19/02/2012
My Poems are ScarsWhat is the point of poetry?
It only creates a record
Of things I would rather forget.
So why do I even write it?
Why do I document despair
To dwell on it later
And relive those memories
That should be old scars?
Is it because I cant remember
Without some trigger
And some masochistic part of me
Cannot let go of my past?
My poems are what I have left
Of that place I once called home.
But why do I read them
When Im so much happier here?
I am so alone
With no seeds to be sown
No cards to be dealt
It sucked the way it felt
I am so lost with out you
Please give me a clue
To make it right
In your just sight
O but you don't care
No you wont share
On how to be your pale
Is it because i am so foul?
You have screwed me over
I don't know how you could get any lower
lease finish me
So you may be finally free
Self DefenseThere is a place
Inside my soul
A little girl
With a gaping hole.
The innocence I knew
So long ago
How I grew so cold
I do not know.
It's the child that wonders
Why we let people starve.
The pureness that ponders
Not with the head, but the heart.
She wonder's why we're so bad to each other
All the time.
She's the simple mind who can see past
The uselessness of our over-complex society.
She longs to love, to give.
Not to take nor thieve.
She's the one with the dreams,
Too young to doubt them.
She dreams of creating things
Building them up.
Not tearing them down.
She would to give you the world
If it would mend your frown.
She still seeks and hopes.
Loves and believes.
It's these scars that keep
Her under locks.
Buried beneath the years of thoughts
Bitterness dug it's hooks in me.
Hardened my heart,
Bloodied my feet.
Sometimes I think she still s
MasochistSticks and stones
May break my bones
But still I breathe.
The stick pierces the flesh
Splintering what was
And so rock fills in the empty spot.
Sticks and stones
May break my bones
But I still survive.
Cuts and bruises
Are child's play.
They can't phase me of my pain.
The Needle Tears a HoleBury the needle six foot deep
Right into my cold dead skin
Push the plunger and let it release
Send in Euphoria
The track marks follow my downfall
I'm getting closer, inch by inch
Almost down to rock bottom
In this hole, full of gasoline
I try to climb back up
But, there is a catch
A match is stuck to my hip
It's the price of my next hit...
my body's slave is my mind.it's barely summer
but i've forgotten how to breathe;
i fall in love with strangers
before they even speak.
it's like i'm
within the pulsating crowd
like a fly trapped in a spider's web;
questions are spun
inferiority screams in my ear
& consumes all thoughts
until i can't hear
all the questions that are caught
between threads of my insecurities,
the fabric of my being -
tightening its grip
with everyone seeing
it's barely summer
but i can feel
each pump of my left ventricle
is an exertion against will,
& leaves me cripple
& frozen, still -
but feeling like i could run
before you could catch me.
i watch the moon
trade places with the sun,
racing against time,
but my day
has still not yet
When we grew apartWhy do we change and drift away?
Ever growing apart
I know it deep down in my heart
Things are done
Time to start anew
But I really still miss you
Why why why must we change
Can things stay the same?
Do you feel the strain?
Ripping us apart?
I feel like I am cheating on my heart
Was it real?
Were we the same?
The memories don't feel the same
When we grew apart
The dark gameI try my best to never break
I try my best to stay awake
But as the days roll by
I find it hard to stay alive
I see a darkness
That calls my name
It has a game
It wants to play
The point is death
The player is him
The darkest shadow
There's ever been
If you fear
Then he will win
If you fight
The game never ends
He made the game
He picked the rules
You cant win this game
Don't be a fool
Did you ever find an answer,
At the end of the night ,
Why people can't say sorry ,
Love is hard to fight .
Did you ever start to wonder ,
At the breaking of the day ,
Why people hurt , the hurting ,
Love is hard to say .
Did you ever ask the question ,
At the setting of the sun ,
Why people , they need people ,
Love cannot run .
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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