I'm happy when I play my keyboard
There is so much that I love
I'm happy when I see you smile
You're the most beautiful boy
I'm happy when I score good marks
My father will be proud
But sometimes I am sad
In those moments
I always come back to you
My dear paper and pen
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 11:33 PM UTC
I'm exhausted
Of all the things I see
All the dreams in me
All the kinds of people that I meet
I'm exhausted
Of loving alone
This feeling of missing home
The things I do, they don't give me what I need
I'm exhausted
I'm exhausted
And I just want to sleep
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 1:16 PM UTC
The howling of the vicious wolves makes the night more peaceful somehow,
The chirping of the crickets is music to my ears.
All the lights are switched off,
I always liked the room when dim.
The darkness might not be happy and cheerful as the day,
By it calms my soul and frees me to say what I want to say.
From the heaven above,
To the earth below,
When the blue sky says goodbye,
The black sky says hello.
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 8:19 AM UTC
I want to:
die in a breath,
live in a heartbeat,
chase a sunrise
like the wind
under a butterfly's wing,
smile like the fishes
aren't watching,
hear the cricket croak,
soak in vivid poems,
become lost in the stars,
chase the cars
that I can't afford,
raise the hairs on my neck
from the affection of a kiss,
teach a kid that
heartache is natural,
witness a meteor shower
and its ashes,
hear a pigeon
give a soliloquy
and watch a rose
frozen in mid July.
I want to touch dreams
and dance in nightmares
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 9:47 PM UTC
Too close our hearts are,
Too close to breaking.
Too high our dreams are,
Too high to keep us on the ground.
Too far our friends are,
Too far to even call them our friends.
Too cruel our hearts are,
But maybe not too cruel for the world we live in.
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC
Maybe this isn't the end of me,
Maybe this is just the beginning.
Maybe a broken heart can be fixed,
Maybe a lost road can take me back home.
Maybe, everything is just another dream.
But maybe, dreams do come true.
Maybe, I'm just a fool who believes it.
But maybe, only fools are the ones who succeed.
The days are short and the nights get longer,
The memories of the past keep me awake.
I look up at the sky and listen to the sounds that say,
That maybe the night sky is brighter than the day,
And maybe tomorrow will be better than yesterday.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC
I think I'm winning but I realise,
I'm running in the wrong direction.
I've already made too many mistakes,
When will I be right again?
Always running from the truth,
I'm skydiving with no parachute.
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 6:36 AM UTC
His eyes like night, I can't find my way,
His hair like the brown of forest wood, I can't look away,
The pool of colours for I want to paint a picture of him,
Are too many, too many shades,
Too many tones and too many emotions.
Green, for the huge breath I take when I take a look,
Blue, for the happiness I receive,
Yellow, for the light, the light he emits,
Pink, for the blood rush he makes me feel.
Orange for the dusk, the time he leaves,
Purple, I want to see his sins,
And the black of charcoal, for when I take a breath,
Instantly he comes, and takes it away.
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 6:40 AM UTC
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 1:21 AM UTC
It's almost the end of winter,
The days will soon get longer.
I've always liked the sight of light,
But in this time I've found comfort,
In smoke and heavy clouds that block the sun rays,
The constellation of Auriga and a star called Sirius.
The mood is strangely melancholic,
The breeze is calmly blowing as the sun is setting on another day,
Time goes on,
Constantly running, leaving us behind,
To regret the times when we couldn't,
Because we wouldn't because we shouldn't.
What will it be like a decade from this moment?
As we grow older, we get to know how small we really are,
How amazingly insignificant,
Like a speck of dust in a city of dreams.
As we grow older, we get to know,
Including the doctors and lawyers and leaders of the world,
No one really knows what is going on.
The sun has finally set to let the moon conquer the entire sky,
Interrupting my thoughts on this chilly night,
I wonder if summer will welcome me,
I wonder if I will like the warm summer breeze.
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 1:26 PM UTC