If there is a god in the sky
why did he gave us so many tears to cry,
why did he give us a body
that can only give us pains and false pleasure.

If there is a god in the sky
why are there so many who die
not knowing more than a fly
not knowing how to ask why.

If there is a god in the sky
why did he give me this body I hate
and the only thing he says to me
is: "Girl just do what you can"

If there is a god in the sky
why do we die, why do they die
and leave us only with tears to cry
and leave us alone in a world that is vane.

If there is a God in the sky
why aren't we born alike
why do so few hold so much
while others die not knowing none.

I, like many, write better at night.
Somber lighting on my heart
makes it ache its most beautiful words.
I've always enjoyed nights more than mornings,
not that I am or was a partier,
I always enjoyed them even alone.

But there's something disturbing my nights
a creep inside my head, creeping.
A powerful beast, a honored fow.
Medication.
Medication rules my life,
it makes me feel,
or more accurately it doesn't.
It makes me sleep,
and I hate it.
I hate sleeping.
I hate sleeping and I feel like pills
are society's way of keeping me under control.

I hate them yet I need them so.
Like a lover needs their lover,
I need them.
I could've died without them,
I may not die thanks to them,
but how is my poetry affected?
How is the poet's word affected,
their mouth closed shut,
their throat focused in swallowing,
not singing.

I long for a day without pills,
without clouded thoughts,
a day of clear poetry.
I fear that day shall not come,
for I'm broken on the inside,
and my poetry is destined
to be restrained.

Sun finally shining,
rare to see where I am from.
Beach day for some,
but not for me.

Not for me.

Not for me because I feel trapped
in a body I didn't ask for.
Not for me because I am down
even when the sun is up.

I feel down.

I feel...I feel like I should be all right
but I don't feel so well tho...

I feel like there is this feeling
that poetry is suposed to make you feel.
I feel like that's *******.
There is no universal rule for poetry,
no arrow to follow,
no points to link.

Just write.
You can write how you feel, that's ok,
but you can also write how you think.
You can write what to think.
You can write to make others think.

Just write.
You can write like you breath,
you can rime just for fun,
you can randomly join words an call it poetry.
It is.
Poetry doesn't mean good poetry.


Just write.
It doesn't have to be good,
for you are only one to judge,
and art isn't a universal thing,
so it might inspire others.
Share your art, share your voice.
It will be welcomed,
in the choir
that is life.

Hello Poetry
we just met
while I was looking through tired prose
that started hitting enter from time to time.

Hello Poetry
this is for you
not my first poem, nor my last,
but a poem that comes from a young heart.
A young heart that started hitting enter from time to time.

Hello Poetry
this is for me
for my broken heart that moans for love and cries for more
for my broken heart when it wishes itself sunken
at the bottom of the sea.

Hello Poetry
this is my cry,
I cry not because I'm sad, but because I'm alive
I'm alive yet I wish to be dead, and I shouldn't.
I shouldn't want to be dead yet I do
because I feel alone
yet you
you are here for me
you are here to save me, to heal me from my suffering,
to bring me to my feet.

Goodbye Poetry
I hope we meet again sometime tomorrow
I wish we both carry on, and our paths cross again,
and I find myself writing you, loving you,
even though I'm just a child in your ancient world
of mixed treasures.

Goodbye Poetry
I hope I am not boring you with my unending talk.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you poetry, that's why we'll meet again
because I want you,
because I need you.
I'm leaving now,
bye.