Forgetting things that happened
Five minutes ago
So hungry I’m nauseous
Then eating two bites and being full
Waking up after sleeping all night
And still being exhausted
Aches in my legs
Talking takes effort
So does breathing
Zoning out randomly
Fidgeting all the time
Not enjoying things
That used to make me happy
Not excited
For anything
What is wrong with me

you can't see me
I'm invisible
but if you see
through the grass
then first you'll be
hypnotized by my eyes
yellow
and diamond
come stay
you may
I'll craw around you
observing
you look nice
but you're just a mice
Do you care?
Shall I spare
you?

so I bite
like a knife
but as gentle as I can
cause you're my friend after all

I bite
with two long teeth
down through your feet

I bite
but only if you want to return
like a 'home run'
as fast as death
speed with breath

just say my name

"Snake"

and say the word

"bite"

I be there...

if everybody was like me
then either way
you won't see me today
cause how do you talk
when you don't even take a walk

if everybody was like me

some people will **** themselves
before they could have dreamed
some will try their best
but never succeed
some would only be arrogant
don't mind about others
some freak themselves out
cause some will shout
when you're acting too proud
some will act too strange
when you look them in the face
some only see kindness
in a world that tries to hide
some will fight
but only with themselves
but lucky for them
some will encourage
when you feel like you're not found

little did I know
some try to pretend
some are done
some fight till the end
while some just
seek for a friend

if everybody was like me.

now.
tell me.
if you look at this closely...
Do you see?
I guess
everybody is
already like me
the real question is
which version of me
do you want to be

I don't know
but I need to know soon
just for my own
cause moon
is coming

I will be reset
when a new day breaks
new scenarios were made
for me to explore
where I still deem
nobody is what they seem

24 hours
to think

A strange pattern for
writing has come
to me lately.
The skeletons of
poems form when I
lie down for a nap.
Sleep always calls,
and bones want to
dance and grow skin.
Lilacs bloom, and I feel
the inner thigh of
eternity, soft and wet.

I can't get any rest.
I have to jot down the
notes or they turn
to ashes and blow away,
or, they are buried deep in
mud and slumber,
impossible to dig up.

I sleep with a notebook and
pen, as I drift off,
I whisper to the tortured
bones,
don't cry and try not to worry.
I'll bring you to life.

we use words
to communicate
words spread love
as well as hate

to lift you up
there's a fair amount
to bring you back down
if you get too proud

words when we need
to make a point
hoping that we can
knowing that we won't

words with hidden meanings
show our inner feelings
words that we imply
in our daily dealings

words are here to say
what some struggle to display
words we use for greetings
before you’re told to go away

when it comes to words
we cannot ignore
just what they do
and what we use them for