Prince's Journey

Dragons flying

Through the night

Little princes running

In pure delight

Chasing after dragons

As Little boys so often do

Never catching them

Since that would be cruel

Fighting to save

Little princesses in towers

Battling ogres and orcs

Just to pass a few hours

Capturing monsters

To train them as pets

These are the treasures

They will not soon forget

They will sail the seas

And chase the dragons away

When the sun comes up

They will wake up and play

For that is the prince’s journey

Not just any old prince will do

This journey takes a special prince

And only you will do.

My Dismay

My friends are long gone
Having went their own way
Who would want me
In all of my dismay

I have ran them off
Once again alone
Wondering if
I will ever find home

I walk the earth
With satchel in hand
Taking the path
The has been left unmanned

I creep further through
My own personal hell
Knowing in my heart
Only sorrows dwells

Fearing the chance
Of just trying again
Feeling love is a battle
I will never win

How can I make another happy
While I am fighting back tears
How can I make someone stay
When all I cause is fear

How can I make
Someone learn to care
When in their heart
love is no longer there

Infernal Hell

My voice has been lost
Amongst the shadows that dwell
Leaving me stuck
In this infernal hell.

I want to scream
I want to cry
I want to not feel the pain
I can not lie.

It hurts too much
To see it crashing down
Watching as the ones I love
Start to drown

I watch as everything I love
Disappears from view
Realizing that now
There is nothing more to do

Realizing that change
should have happened long ago.
I did not change soon enough
So the tears can start to flow

Nothing More to Say

Too many tears
I have cried
Leaving me
Broken inside

Wanting to scream
Afraid they will hear
Wanting to hide
Afraid to show fear

Needing a friend
Not knowing where to go
Afraid of looking foolish
Not wanting to let it show

Fear overcomes
Life wastes away
Leaving my with
Nothing more to say

Time for School

The time has come
Once again my friend.
This is the time for school to start.
Time for summer to end.

Kids all crying,
not wantign to go to school.
They tell us we're mean.
They cry that we're cruel.

The cling to you
proclaiming that they will be good.
but in the back of your mind,
you knew they never could.

As the busses all come
and start to take kids away,
the parents remember that
Now it is our turn to play.