There's life to begin with and to live with

There's love and we only have to feel it

There's an art and we only have to bring it

There's a formula and we only have to process it

There's a helping hand and we only have to take it

There's peace and we only have to believe it

There's already everything and we only have to appreciate it

But of course there's always death that only await us

I'm living in a world of angst
but breathing in a words of fluffiness,
you can't read me that much cause
I'm still an alive memory.

One night I thought
About how simple the poems that I wrote
I rarely used difficult words and languages
Nor very deep phrases and sentences.

Then I realized that I was wrong in every way
For poems are complicated and never clear as the day
Poems are ideas that is hard to fathom
Feelings and emotions from the heart, from the very bottom.

It is the scribbles of the mind like an abstract art
The pouring of a broken and a beating heart
Poems are the mirrors of each and everyone's soul
So its form is always different, some whole and some with hole.

Idioms, metaphors or any style of writing
Isn't what make poems twistedly interesting
It is what the poet want to write about
Through the paper and ink 'til it finally runs out