My heart is not an instrument
You can just play
You can’t write songs on my lips  
And beg me to stay if tomorrow
You’ll just walk away

My life is crumbling fast
Quick grab the super glue!
Duck tape will no longer do

My life is tumbling fast
Are you going to desert me?
Please don't hurt me

With every trial and error
I'm getting closer to you
Every time my heart breaks
I mend it back just for you

Should I just rush in
Or wade in the low tide
I stay hesitant since
It's too hard to decide

All the fun happens
When you're in too deep
But so does all of the danger
Sometimes I wish we were still strangers

I regard my attraction to language as an affair,
as a withstanding relation,
a product of indecorous communication.
This devotion has demanded a life of its own,
accepting my whole as its proxy.
Others won't understand this affinity.
They aren't familiar with the curving lilt of a domestic tongue,
Nor the taste of a verse fermented in the mouths of one's ancestors,
Surely not the stuttering moans of a mother dialect,
Yet the sharp sting of a jagged vernacular,
or the mastery and art behind the articulation of a single utterance.
This discourse developed over time,
I required maturation and growing before my notions aligned.
I felt eager upon observing the pervasive movements of great text
Which delivered a high known greater than ***.
It is true that I contemplated profoundly first,
before committing my desire and will to the whole of verse.
But now that my diction reflects the appeal of great literature and enamoring fiction
I couldn't be more satisfied.

This world is so crazy,
I don't know what to do lately,
When the things I woud like to do and the things that I do are so diffrent,
I can't see any end,
I have so mixed up feelings about everything,
**** I want to change always stays the same,
People only see what they want to see,
Never looking through eyes of me,
Selfishly talking to me,
What they think I should be,
But if I won't listen to them,
Then I will end up alone in every way.

a date
she ate icecream
while my eyes ate her
once got over
left her in the entrance of her home
waited
for her to walk in
was more like

the chariot and horse of Cinderella
waited
for her to enter in her house
So they can back into pumpkins and rats..

Those who stare becomes ashes
Or the stones will turn to dusts
So pile up those stones
And make a furnace
Ignite the withered leaves
And light up the rock

Bring forth the flour
Showered with water
Then let the sweat flow through
And the taste would turn to be true

Toast it with the flares of your heart
Then you will never go hungry
As you taste the bread you've shed
That's how miracles dwell with sincerity
That's how you turn those stones into bread

I hate the way you threat me,
it looks like you don't love me,
so why do you say you do,
I know you're dating this other dude,
I gave you everything I had,
never leaving you or turning to you with my back,
then why did you stab me when you held my heart,
I tough you could've stayed,
why did you ran away,
I told you that I loved you,
I wish you knew how much,
now all you have are pieces of memories shattered and lost in the past.