Writing, doesn't mean,
you wants everyone to like it,
once they read is enough,
whats important is,
you write it through your heart.

"My brain is killing me, 'cause, its prison my words"

Our secrets, can no longer, be store, between us,
somehow, someday, soon, it will be revealed,
by some  knack, a ****, a wunderkind,
previously invented, the iBrain, yet
to advance completely, one day, system
no longer be, restricted.
I wonder, how could that day alive...
What resulted, next.. but, i'm sure..
i won't be alive to see.. then..

I believe, as fast asleep,
my soul, flews away,
enjoying sight-seeing,
at random spot,
which is,
far,
step ahead from me.

It's not who you are or who you know,

What you wear or where you go.

It's not your friends or family,

Its words on a page,

In this community.

The words we use can settle scores

or open doors.

So hear a heartfelt plea from me,

Let's stop the wars and do poetry.