My Anonymous

I'm SO sorry it's been too long since I last posted a poem but I'm back now! And hopefully with some nice new ideas. If anyone has any suggestions, as you know, please comment to let me know.
Here's my latest poem for you and I, personally, am not too big a fan of love poems and whatnot but I was reading a novel and it just came to me. It's not extra cheesy but somewhere along the lines of a love poem. Thoughts?

She told me, "don't leave the house, it's not safe."

So of course, I leave the house

Doors are locked, I'm in the wild

Walking to the city, feeling something

Behind me

When I turn, nothing's there

Suddenly, I get tangles up in vines, someone cuts me out

Though when I turn, I see

No one

In the city, strange men give me things

Poison

One step and all I see

Blackness

I awake, one worried face above me, my cure

I blink, the face disappears

I get up, walk, think, remember

That face

That reminds me of home

Who protects me without me knowing

Who seems to be with me without being there

I think of the face

And look up to see

Home, I'm home, safe

Running to the porch,

I see him

The face

And I realize, I've always been home

Always been safe,

When I was hurt, when I was caught, when I was in danger

My anonymous was always there

That One Thing

I know that sometimes, what I write isn't necessarily poetry but my definition of poetry includes expressing one's feelings and this is how I feel. Not always as poetic as a person may think poetry to be. 

The joy in doing that one thing

Where you forget everything else

Any tests, any problems, any stress

In losing yourself to something that is not harmful to you

Yet is still your drug

Something that you are positively addicted to
Think of the power in that one thing

That one thing that you would give almost anything to never stop

For one, that one thing may be taking pictures of early blooming flowers in cool mornings

Or speaking to huge, enthusiastic crowds

Or dancing to your favorite song

Or even simply reading a book

But in the end

It is

That one thing

That is our motivation

To just keep on going

To go to sleep at night to wake up to a brilliant sunrise

To keep on working everyday for seven straight hours

Or to just take another step forward

That one thing

That fuels us under the sun and lets us rest beneath the moon

That one thing

Making our day and keeping a smile on our face

Even on the gloomiest days

That one thing

Makes such a difference

Puzzling Words

The last piece of advice

Do not go gently in to the good night

Infinite thoughts, endless nights

What has this been advised for?

Who? When? Why?

It took many evening walks and

Dreams in the day to understand

Those precious words

Seared in my mind, my heart, my soul

And the moment I realized what

They mean, I kept faith in them

What they meant for me to never forget

Was to keep on fighting

For those I loved, for my beliefs,

For truth, and most of all,

To never stop fighting

For myself

For no one can control us

Except

Ourselves

The Intruders

The loud noises

Erupt in a fury

As their bases are infiltrated

And the enemy refuses to leave

Frustration crawls up their spine

As they attempt to fight back

And only too late do they realize

That although they achieved

A mere victory

They had only fought

To win

Against themselves

Holding On

I know that this is pretty late now but I was at camp for a week and had no access to the internet so I could not update and add stuff here. I'm sorry but at camp, I wrote a couple things, some of which are still in progress, and one of them was a short message for the victims of the Uttarakhand floods. If anyone wants to see what it was like, I will be putting up pictures with this. So anyways, all of the campers made cards with messages to the victims and due to the time given, I didn't write something long but short, sweet and simple.

A tragedy you have suffered

And we all hope to help

Through the distance

We feel what you have been through

The loss,

The pain, 

The sadness

But never think 

That distance would stop us

From giving you the strength

The love

And the hope

To get through it all

We pray for you

If you have any thoughts on the issue, you can express them in the comments. Thanks. :)

A Thief

A snap and the lock is broken

A push and the entrance revealed

Silent steps followed by a shadow

In the midst of the night

Takes what is not theirs

Priceless to the owner, it is

An abrupt noise startling the clever lad

A cry

Of terror? Of surprise? Of hatred? Of joy?

No, they could not tell so they ran

As fast as they could, as fast as they have ever run

A shrill voice called out "Thief! Thief!" ringing above and later,

Around the one who ran

While the lad ran, a realization hit their head

Where the importance of the stolen possession was lost

Tossing it away, they kept on running feeling lighter than before

Not once looking back to see the effects of their actions

Danger at Dusk

Sun rises, bird's wake up call

Sweet chirps in the morning

These sweet chirps go on all day

Until dusk when

Those birds fly home

To safety

Except

Few remain, unsafe, in danger, always

Chirp louder they do, attracting others

Towards them

These others seem nice, though nice they are not

Far from it they truly are