Happy Birthday

This day comes arround once a year,
So I wrote a poem for today.
For my fifty year old mother dear.
The things I've meant to say.

Thank you,
For holding my hand and showing me the way.
Thank you,
For making me who I am today.
Thank you,
For answering my queries when I was small.
Thank you,
For helping me up every time I fall.
Thank you,
Letting me grow up on my own.
Thank you,
For making sure I'm never alone.
Thank you,
For being patient when I was mad.
Thank you,
For being cheery when I was sad.
Thank you,
For making me smile.
Although you're annoying once in a while.

Without you I couldn't have come this far.
So thank you for being the mother that you are.
I hope you always remain this way,
And Ma, have a happy birthday.

Who, When and How?

So many times, I've been betrayed.
So many times, I've been dismayed.
So why does it feel different now?
Why do I ask myself who, when and how?

Is it cause my trust was broken?
Is it cause love is treated like a token
Which changes hands without the lifting of a brow?
I ask myself who, when and how?

After I sprinkled my wounds with salt,
After I admit that it was my fault,
Why am I still crying now?
Asking myself who, when and how?

Questions for a Sonnet.

Why is it so hard to swallow?
Why does my chest feel hollow?
Why does my heart hurt?
Why do I feel like dirt?
Why do I relate only to sorrow?
Why don’t I ever have a better tomorrow?
Why doesn't my life stabilize?
Why do I only move towards my demise?


Is it cause I was given the shove?
Is it cause I lost the one I love?
Is it cause of the trust I'd broken?
Is it cause of the way I'd spoken?
Is it cause I lost my best friend?
Is it cause there is no light at this tunnels end?

Untitled.

Why do I always have to try?
Why is it never someone else's turn?
Why do I still live this lie?
Why do I never seem to learn?
Why is it always me that has to cry?
Why do my tears never seem to dry?
Why can I never say good bye?
Why do I still yearn?


It maybe cause I’m always rude!
It maybe cause I couldn't care less!
It maybe cause I’m so crude!
It maybe cause my life's a mess!
It maybe all the above!
Or it maybe cause, I’m still in love.

3:33 AM.

As I sit alone, in the dark,
On the floor appears a mark.
Suddenly, it becomes a gaping hole.
A hand comes out and grabs my soul.
I try to fight, but it's all in vain.
As I relent so does the pain.
The hand and hole disappear.
I begin to sweat and fear.
As I try to make sense of what's occurred,
I feel the talons of a giant bird.
I don't understand how it got in here,
Again I begin to sweat and fear.
As it tries to pull my soul out,
I panic and begin to shout.
It's startled and flies away,
Telling me it'll come another day.

Why this sudden lust for my soul?
What's their ulterior goal?
Do I have a hidden worth?
Or am I there just for their mirth?
Why this sudden peculiar strife?
Why are things so confusing in my life?

A place to sit.

I just need a place to sit,
A place to calm my head.
A place where I feel I fit,
A place like my bed.


But that's the place I hate to go,
Cause it reminds me of you.
It always makes me cry,
No matter how hard I try.
Every night I sit there and weep,
And finally cry myself to sleep.


I just need a place to sit,
A place to calm my head.
A place where I feel I fit,
A place unlike my bed.