Don't love again coz it's full of tests and trials,
It gives you a full rapture without any factual denials,
Don't love again if you are not that strong,
For there are nothing of love you belong,
Don't love again,
You will cry again.

Love is the deepest and strongest affection,
That none can bother with its complications,
Love is like a bridge held high,
You don't have the heart to look at the sky,
Especially when love is leaking blood from the sky to your eye,
Don't love again,
You will cry again.

No sanity after madness of love,
It always gives you a different curve,
Don't bother with the mind you have,
Coz love is like a lawless landlord,
Your rental is only what he can afford,
None can judge him but only your Lord,
Don't love again
You will cry again

©Alin Nur Jr

Maybe there’s no happily ever after,
Brad and Angie ended.
Jack died, Rose lived.

Maybe there’s no together forever
no till death do us part.
no fairytale ending.

Maybe its okay to have
several beginnings
and different endings.

Maybe we are only meant
to hold on to our happy
for as long as we can.

Reflection.
Awareness.
How am I
still walking
still breathing
despite
carcinogenic
thoughts & feelings?
Reflection.
Ascension.
How am I
still drinking
still eating
despite
reverberation
in the earth's stomach?
Feeding myself to feed you.

Feeding myself to feed you.

. . .

Wet fingertip offered to the wind itself,
summon me personal heaven,
please, summon me
personal heaven.

Flat foot big toe tapping out the pulse
of the bare ground on concrete,
asking heaven of
the soil. Pleading.

Feeding myself to feed you.
Happily happening,
as but a terrible chance.

Happily happening.

There is a sheep
Playing in the court
That is wide
He jumps happily
He feels funny
He sings loudly
But suddenly
He felt lonely
He goes immediately
To search for friendly
He walks shortly
He walks straightly
He walks  unlikely
Till he finds them
They are great
They are like him
Sheep and goats'
He invites them
They get hesitated
He says obviously
The court is wide
The plants are great
They are green
Who wants happy?
Must live there
Who wants heaven?
Must  go yonder
They look at faces
Why don't they go?
Why don't  they do"
The effort to get more
To make their life happy
They deal with themselves
with honest and funny
feeling at inner
with the sense of satisfy
of the sense of ready
to thank their God truly
They are all going happily

Quit.
Quit when it is the most beautiful, right?
Quit when I hold your Hand,
smile on our lips.
When I feel your fingertips.
Quit when you touch my cheek,
and fall for my eyes.
When your smile lights up my heart,
but your words tare me apart.
When I am the happiest ever.
Quit.
Quit, it can’t get better.
But worse.
So quit breathing.

- Happily suicidal