NO. 58964

The night was black, but for the twinkling stars.

A bearded man sat behind iron bars.

Alone and solitary he wrote in a book,

Because of the cold, he violently shook.

His eyes were baggy, for lack of sleep.

His heart felt like, off a mountain to leap!

His life was sad, his morale low…

His days were draggy, his nights slow.

Striking off the days on his wall.

He wondered whether, he once again, could hear her call.

Her face appeared in his mind.

He thought of her touch – gentle and kind.

He remembered why he was here.

The incident in his mind was crystal clear.

That day they had an argument.

He was in the prison cell the next moment.

He had killed her, the one with the gentle touch,

He now understood her worth, he missed her so much!

At the crack of dawn he made a decision.

He went through his plan with great precision.

The alarm in the jail was heard with a twist.

No. 58964 had slit his wrist!!!

THE COUNT'S DAUGHTER

Long, long ago child was born.

In times when families were poor and weak,

His clothes were tattered and torn,

The child’s future looked bleak.

He grew up to be a man of good morals.

But alas! Very little education.

He kept himself away from all petty quarrels,

He believed in the power of cooperation.

He was kind, expressive and handsome.

He was every girl’s bream boy.

However he was always lonesome,

Carving, while grazing cattle, pretty toys.

Then a count came to the village with his daughter.

From far and wide men came,

Poor people he would slaughter.

But his daughter…as kind as could be a dame.

He saw her and fell in love.

No barriers could stop him.

His love was as pure as a white dove,

Nothing could make his love dim!

They would see each other every day.

Twittering and chatting to each other.

Not wanting to go away

Without a care or bother.

But one day everything changed!

The count came and took the dame away.

The man’s heart was torn and couldn’t be bandaged.

He couldn’t keep her thoughts at bay.

Then one day, of her came news.

It was heartbreaking for him to hear,

That she was wearing her wedding shoes,

And her wedding gown, she was to wear!

He thought, “How could she do this to him?”

After all the time they spent!

Why did she undergo such a whim?

He had to her, his heart lent!

Now there was a void in his chest.

It was as empty as could be.

He thought only one thing to do best.

The best solution he could see!

He rode like a knight to her palace.

To whisk her away, off her feet.

He thought of her in her gown made of white lace,

And felt his heart skip a beat!

He ran straight to her room!!

Excited to see her pretty face.

But alas! He saw only doom…

She was lying on the cold floor, blood smeared on her lace…

IT HELPS IF YOU'RE A LITTLE STRANGE

The pull to do something can be extraordinary.
Be it painting, working or making an change.
To do something you need ambition and will,
It helps if you're a little strange!

You have to think big to climb Mount Everest.
You know your potential, you know your range.
Make a little magic, sprinkle some sparkles,
It helps if you're a little strange!

Bake a set of cookies, walk your dog.
What's your aptitude, you can gauge.
Make a masterpiece, gain recognition,
It helps if you're a little strange!

You could see the world.
You could train a bird!

You could grow gills,
No more water bills!!

Picture the world around your image,
IT HELPS IF YOU'RE A LITTLE STRANGE!!!

THE ROOM

A moonbeam steamed into the dark room
Illuminating an old, used broom.
With pots and pans scattered all-over,
The room selled strongly of clover.

In a corner,wet and dull,
With a painting of a ship-stern and hull.
There sat a girl, face full of tears,
Waiting longingly for her dear.

This room held a lot of memories.
Their first meeting, it was dreary.
But then things took a quick U-turn.
The flame of love, inside them began to burn.

But all good things come to an end.
Good times began to take an awkward bend.
He had to move away to a land of free dreams,
He could hear, in his ear. her ptiful screams.

No longer could they hear eachother laugh.
No longer could he feel her satin scarf.
She wanted to feel his silky brown hair,
And into his blue eyes, she wanted to stare.

Alas! They weren't together anymore...
She was dead and he was sore.