long lost years
our master, Shakespeare
traveled to London for four days
no shillings or good garments in his bag

he stayed in lodge inns
penny a night
he had to gave up with a sigh

the smell of midden-heaped lanes
from the slum tenements
he had to bare for nights

he held both jobs
holding patron's horses
or prompter's attendant

and as destined to be a playwright,
his plays express aspects of life that transcend time
he wrote to be remarkable
and to put food on the table

illuminating human experience
a genius mind...

a playwright, poet and actor
that we will always admire.

I'm trying to climb your ribs,
to find a place in your heart
when I reached the top,
there's no more space left for me
I tried to hold on, but I fell down
No, you didn't even catch me
So now, I'm just half of a whole </3

Peter Pan said, "Don't grow up. It's a trap."

I say, "Don't fall in love. It's a crap."

When she broke my heart;
          I  swept up the shattered pieces,
            And buried them in the past;
            Hiding them from future
            And my present;
            broken shards of glass --
            sharp points, reflecting pain
            Leaving long lasting scars,
            that we can never outlast.