YouTube

When everything starts to fall apart
I know I’ll always have a place to go
This place is called YouTube
A place I can laugh, cry and be inspired

It’s somewhere to disappear to
For long hours lost alone
Spent laughing at a computer screen
Full volume headphones in

Danisnotonfire and amazingphil
Cat whiskers drawn on their faces
A llama and a lion too
Hello Internet – and the laughing begins

Then there’s Emma Blackery
A big inspiration to me
Her stories can make me giggle or make me realise
She’s taught me a lot of lessons in life

And lukeisnotsexy
Cheering me up on a rainy day
Making me feel proud to be British
And we are the kings of cool!

And bribryontour
Your music I’ve brought it all
It’s amazing and your channel makes me believe
You can do anything in life if you choose

There’s so many more I haven’t mentioned
But they’ve all helped me realise
You can be yourself in so many ways
And that’s okay

Band aid (plaster)

I titled this band aid mainly because it sounded better than plaster… I always call it a plaster but in this case it just sounded better… This little poem came to me after i fell over ahha… Enjoy

the band aid
The band aid sits softly on my skin
Hides the marks from your eyes
Sticks to me like a protective friend
Holding in each drop that try’s to escape

Tending to my graze, healing ever cut
Every little accident under strict supervision
Holding together in such a delicate manner
The band aid is like a caring mother

Roses

Here’s a little poem I wrote earlier today… Enjoy

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I hate to accept
I’m in love with you

Never felt so happy
Never felt so calm
When your around
You keep me from harm

Making me smile
Making me blush
Hold me for a while
No need to rush

Can we spend some time
Just to chat
Maybe hug?
I’d like that

i will write something happier some time soon promises but it just depends what mood i’m in when i get my notebook out.. which is normally when i’m feeling sad because its my way of escaping from the real world… sorry if you prefer my happier stuff.. i’ll try to write more

coffee shop thoughts

i wrote this one and the last one i posted while i was in Weston super-mare had a lovely time there and wrote these down in my lovely notebook from disjointed rhyme
enjoy

sat in the coffee shop she waits
wondering if anyone will ever come
sadness overpowering her mind
happiness a past she left behind
as if her mind doesn’t want to heal
the wounds that puncture even deeper
i guess its possible to over think
dragging yourself to an early grave
the music playing, going over in your head
the thoughts from yesterday still there
what happened still very clear
a new beginning would bring some hope
but when ever she runs away
her body always leads her back
trying to get away from herself
she keeps on going in circles
all that’s going round her head
as she sits sipping her drink

The silence

starring out of the window
watching the world go by
tears streaming down her face
although she doesn’t know why

a sadness she’s unsure of
but all she’s ever known
a silent scream of pain she cries
but there’s no one around to care

sitting there in the silence
looking out through the glass
a smile slowly creeps on her face
as she remembers why she’s still there

goodbye

bringing all my thoughts together
before i lay you in the ground
the boy that i remember
that i was always around

as they lower you deeper
my mind flashes memories
those which i had quite forgotten
now to rest safe and sound

i know that i should be happy
that your suffering has now ended
but i let mine begin 
i let depression in

but as i go over these thoughts 
i relay you in the ground tonight
the girl that you remember 
lays too safe beneath the ground

Thank you

I’d like to tell you
How much it really means
For all the help you’ve given
It’s really made me see
That there are people out there
Out there for me
People who care
About you and me

You may not realise it
But your the reason I’m still here
You made me think about
Every thing that wasn’t clear
And now I understand
That life’s worth living
Even when I’ve lost
The closest thing to me

So I’d like to tell you
How much it really means
When I say I’m stupid
And you disagree
When every thing seems broken
You’ve fixed it for me
So I thank you for every thing

For making me smile
For making my life worth while
And helping me stop
Doing all the stupid things
I thank you for every thing

i close the doo…

i close the door to my past
burn all of my old photographs

i can’t see what i’ve done
so still i run

away from here
to a place my thoughts are clear

holding on to silly things
that my days of old used to bring

i can’t look at myself in the mirror
till every thing is so much clearer

damn, i used to know
everything was soo…

cold, in here i’m shivering
my thoughts washed away by this river

i can’t hold on

why do you have…

why do you have to shout
can’t you just keep your thoughts to yourself
dad does care about what you think 
and so do we

I understand you are fed up
aren’t we all inside our heads
but this isn’t going to get us any where
is it, is it?

were all listening 
we may be out the room
but when your speaking that loud
its hard to ignore

stop making everything worse for us
can’t we just sit awhile and figure it out
let us hear your problem
maybe we can help

but please can you stop shouting
your giving me a headache
it isn’t getting better till we figure this all out
and maybe if you stop you will see.