I write a hundreds poems per year
My mind explode in words every day
But still I havn't got the point
The point of the poems I write
Cuz what is point of poetry?

Is it to get followers and be famous ?
Is it for processing your thoughts
Is it to compete with friends who write?
I dont know? I just write, like right now
I just write all my thoughs down everyday
but why?

I'm on fire and i can't get enough of you
Cuz you are surreal and one of the very few
Who can make me smile no matter what
So I will try to get you with my whole squad

I Disappear in the crowd of dancing people
The music is loud while I walk through the corridor
I am outside now, the first breath of fresh air for hours
My legs are hurt and my head are dancing with stars
I walk without saying goodbye, I just walk
I stand so sleepy watching the turn of the street lights
The sunrise in the horizon and I'm waking
My body has recovered but my head still hurts
but it's different from last night, cuz today
My phone rang and I got social hangovers

A shooting star shot me
with a 50. caliber of beauty
while I was standing guard
in the middle of my duty.

There I stood in silence
in the middle of the night.
Reminded of your smile
that is brighter than light.

Dreaming of those eyes
that illuminates my heart
and banish the gloom
that once tore me apart.

And as the shining sun rose
blooming beautifully slowly.
I thanked you once again
For not keeping me lonely.

The light goes out
And we disappear

I can cry crystal tears
I can have a hundred fears
I can stand up for what I'm
But control my mind no way
I can break without notice
I can struggle everyday
I can search for the help
But I don't ever think
That this girl will ever help
She can rip my heart
As it was a piece of art
And I let her do it every day
Just go on, I say it's okay

I Break my Bones

                           destoy the mind?
Letters from an old friend
                    I
Cant Even

                                         See how this will end
                                         .
                                         .
                                         .
                                         .
                                         .
I follow my own way now


                                                           ­           Into the darknezz

                                                       ­       Dead?
                                                    ­                  I walk
                                                            ­                        around
                                  ­                                                            in a world of
                                                              ­                                                   Mirrors
                                   Everybody is the same
                                                            ­        nobody is no one
                                                   Except me I know I walk
                                            So I walk
Into
the
Darknezz

I saw how the water was pure
I saw how the water was clean
I never felt like an empty shell
I felt I was a simple bubble
How I rise just to disappear
When reaching the surface