In the washroom
my reflection
and I,
Challenge one another-

A coagulated sweat,
A Combat baby's brain,
A moon that doesn't set-
Ascending constant strain...
Oh Anxiety, Paranoia,
Obsession and Depression,
Still perhaps, a poem just might
set free this true confession:
Confusion and  Delusion
The mirror's blunt conclusion
Pristiq, and then Welbutirn,
Art's  inclusive-type solution.

another one's challenge;
my Reflection , and I
In the Washroom.

I am sick of love
You are a drug to me
Like, I am a wave
and you are my sea.

Like, I am the tide
and you are my stream
I feel great pride
'Cause, you're my dream.

Maybe I am careless
and you are my rousing
When I am hopeless
You are my promising.

I am just a stage
and you are my story
I'm a blank page
Please be my love poetry!

Let Your name be safe
in my heart always
Let my eyes run down
with tears for You my God!

I'll always remember you
in my youth
I'll always bow down
to you on earth
Lord, let me hold the truth.

My sins will make an ocean
if I get them together,
Please be kind oh Creator
and forgive me forever!
Let me read Your Book
every morning, my Lord!

I want to be a good person
with full faith in You,
Let me stay on the right path
with peace and love, O My God!

i have little kitten he can be a pest
always on the go doesnt seem to rest
always in to mischief he his never dull
he just loves to play with a ball of wool

drags it round the room gets it everywhere
he his having fun he really dosent care
likes to chase the flies on the window sill
but he finds it hard the flies they wont stand still

then when he gets tired he takes a little doze
shuts his little eyes then of to sleep he goes
dreaming of tomorrow so he can play once more
having lots of fun like the day before