Posted in Poem

UFO

Who was she I’ll never know
Beauty out of this world
She had a breathtaking glow
As soon as she came into my world
I had to watch her go
Lost in the night
Like a UFO

Posted in Daily Fire

The beauty of flowers (& You)

I used to hate buying flowers,

I thought what’s the point, they’re expensive and they die in a week if that.

Rip off.

It wasn’t until I bought a rose for a girl that I realised how much that week of beauty can make.

The smile, the excitement, the joy… from a flower.

Amazing (kind of wish it didn’t take me 6 years to realise but hey ho)

But it also made me realise that if a flower can do that in a week, imagine the effect that you have when you enter someone’s life.

The beauty you bring.
The joy
The happiness.

Yes flowers die, yes they’re expensive.

But we die too.
And life is expensive.

Its everything that happens in between.

Life is beautiful.
And so is the effect you have on people in your life.

We are all flowers.

Posted in Daily Fire

They are felt with the heart

“The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart.”

The little prince

It’s not the mansion that’s beautiful, It’s the hard work you put in to acquire it that makes it so,

It’s not the abs you want, its the feeling of achievement you get once you have them

It’s not the relationship, just two people together, Its all the hardships you’ve been and overcome together that make it

It’s not the things we own, or our jobs we do its all the things we cannot see but have the biggest impact,

Happiness isn’t the holiday, or the cash in the bank, or the dream partner,

It is and always will be the work and the effort we put in.

“People where you live, the little prince said, grow five thousand roses in one garden… Yet they don’t find what they’re looking for… And yet what they’re looking for could be found in a single rose.”

Posted in Poem

Wild Child

Why don’t we play anymore,
When did our lives become so grey
Fearing another dreaded Monday

We used to play without a thought for the rest of the day
Stop and splash in a puddle, then make a dash straight to the next puddle

No thoughts of consequences of what the other kids thought of us
We were just happy
Maybe that’s what we ought to go back to doing

We seem to have caught this bug,
That we should not play
As it’s not the adult way
Or maybe it was taught to us
By someone who thought they were better than the rest of us

Now were all sad,
Because someone was mad
Because they were told that playing was bad

But look deep inside,
There’s a child inside that was locked away before its day
And its waiting to be let loose and go wild

Like a ship and its not ment to be docked
It wants to be out on the open sea

Yet the port is not blocked by a lock
There is no key you see the cage is imaginary

So jump in that puddle,
Give that tree a cuddle
Get muddy
That child inside is making you rage
Because you locked away your best buddy

Your snappy,
Your frightened of being judged by some bitch that you don’t even like

But ditch those thoughts
They dont serve you now
You’re tired of being unhappy

So leave the port and get out in the open

You are a wild child
Be happy