Some stuff from back then...

Feeling lost, so I thought I would take a glance back and try to recall the things I found amusing...

Here's a poem written when I felt kinda sad...

Some think it's just an emotion,
Some think it'll go away,
But those who have been through 'hurt' before,
Have never stayed the same.

Hurt comes in many forms,
No one more deadly than the rest,
It comes from anybody,
It comes with a zest.

You think you can avoid it,
Pal,
I'm sad to say,
You can only chose to allow it,
To take your sunshine away.

So just bear up and have some friends,
They always make things better,
They are like morphine for the hurt,
They're like bread and butter.

Of course, I did get my dose of morphine that day.

Lately, one person has been really difficult to please...
I wrote this in a fit of anger a while back.

A baby lying there,
Cannot do anything but stare.
The only 'words' it knows,
Don't make sense you know,
So you really can't be blamed,
For not answering to 'your name'.

A toddler walks,
But many still can't talk.
They only need a rattle,
Unlike adults who cackle,
So they really still are,
Quite easy to maintain.

A teenager they say,
Is at a most difficult age.
A handful for anyone, I'm sure.
But at least they don't yet have,
The authority to control,
They really are the controlled.

Then here it comes,
The object of this piece,
The one all others must obey.
Adults I say,
Are the most difficult to maintain,
Only because they think they are sane.

Therefore I must stress,
That not all adults are fair.
Some can be unreasonable too.
But I really must beware,
And even be swift to prepare,
Before an adult reads this and swears.

Anger works in your favour at times...