I’m just tired. Tired of being broken. Tired of being forgotten. Tired of being used. Tired of feeling lost. TIred of being nothing. Tired of fighting myself to eat. Tired of feeling empty. Tired of feeling alone. Tired of Tired of doing everything for everyone; But getting nothing in return. Tired of being pulled back into this dark place. I’m just tired. Tired of crying.. Tired of breathing.. I’m just so tired..

For one quiet day,
The queen sits and rules.
Her subjects love her,
Her people adore her,
She is royal and good.

Her palace shrieks,
Insurrection crashing about her ears,
Crisis biting at her jewel adorned heels.
Yet she slays in her finery,
Marching about the halls
Because her people absolve her.

This Queen is good.
This Queen is royal.
The people love thier Queen.
Her peers loom over the queen.

The day is quiet.
The queen does good.

For one quiet day.

Hello poetry
It's been long since my last golden autum leaves falling down on earth
I lost the feelings maybe
I laugh with the world too much
Because my days were dark with glimmer of lights

I come here again today and found my old self young age
Life was not nice
But now I can be proud
She is still here by faith
Dreams are her wings

She is a diamond now
Strong, rare and brilliantly sparkling
She is wiser
I am glad to be her

Not going out tonight
Staying by myself it's fine
Reminiscing about our lost flame
Perhaps just a tutorial to the main game
Listening to the wind whistle your name  
Looking at the clouds coming together to form your face

It feels like
the middle of the day and yet
you are
tired
It feels like a river that does not flow

What dank dark alley
have you abandoned this night,
crazy yowling trash can cat
to include to me in your song?
why beneath my open window
do you disturb my peaceful sleep?

Not through Spring’s eternal moon
Nor at lighted front of store,
Do you sing your crazy love-sick song,
With lonely yowls forlorn
Do you know I wonder
Where go sleeping souls to slumber?

Be gone your piercing lonely tune
Before I screech my angry song
Before I chuck my shoes at you,
Before you bring the dawn.
Begone, lonely trash can cat,
Allow my dreams reborn,