He joined the game
With open eyes,
A world of rules,
A web of lies.

He built a face,
A perfect skin,
To earn applause
And fit right in.

He leveled up,
He played it right.
But no one saw
His silent fight.

He shared his days,
They double-tapped.
But when he fell,
The screen went black.

The crowd moved on,
He lost his name.
Just one more player
Out of the game.

One girl paused,
But didn’t speak.
She felt a glitch—
Subtle and weak.

He reached the end,
No points to run.

The inner voices ask,
"Am I done?"
The player removes the mask,
Killing himself with a gun.

A coward hiding behind the mask,
A coward who can’t handle a task.
A coward who can’t earn a dime—
Why can’t he see a bit of shine?

In a world full of intelligence,
There lives one lost in negligence.
He wants the power in his hands,
To write a story that understands.

The coward finally sees himself,
While finding his story on a shelf.
He stays inside his little shell,
Not knowing what to give up—
the fear, the past, or the hell.

A violent night,
A crucial sight—
A family living
A tragic life.

A boy with blurred eyes,
A disturbed wife,
A husband who cried,
A child who sacrificed.

Why is it so difficult
To earn a dime?
I'm trying, trying, and trying,
But in the end,
I'm just a boy who's always crying.

The eyes saw the child
Holding a knife.
To him, it was right—
But to the wife,
It was an inevitable crime.

What should I do
To stop this fight?
The home is broken,
And the eyes are, again,
Just crying.

The vision is blurred,
The colours are blind—
Am I dying—
Or am I again trying?

An ignorant friend, that’s what he is,
Yet always kind—no moment missed.
He looked my way, but never spoke,
A bond once built, then quietly broke.

Why is it so difficult,
To grow, to be an adult?
I see him now,
Trying to ignore me somehow.

Did he ever care?
Or was it just me,
Clinging to echoes
Of what could never be?

I reached out in laughter,
In silence, in pain—
But he stayed in his world,
Like sun behind rain.

So I smile and move on,
Accepting he's gone,
But I still wanna talk to him,
In his sleep, in quiet dreams.

A quiet afternoon,
A boy watching cartoons,
Eyes on the door,
Not exploring his core.

He is lost in his path,
Believing he has passed,
But the answers are unknown,
And he faces them alone.

What should he do?
Do you have a clue?
He's lost in thought,
In a world so new.

What would you do,
If you were there too?

The wound is at her heart,
Her world is apart,
Trying to reach her,
Yet I can't speak with her.

Why is it so tough?
Whenever I see her,
I just stand there,
Frozen in the cold, with just a cough.

Is it my fault?
That I never stood by her,
Or is it her fault?
That she tried others?

I reach for words,
But they never stay,
They slip through my fingers
And fade away.

The day feels different,
But she wouldn’t know,
Once, I was there—
Now, I watch from the shadow.

If I had spoken,
Would things be the same?
Or was I meant to
Lose this game?

Today should be special,
Like the days we once knew,
But time has spoken—
And so, I stay silent too.

Locked inside the walls,
Sitting in the hall,
Trying to recall,
Yet I slip and fall.

What is it that inspires you?
What is it that desires you?
Is it inside these walls,
Or is it the outside calls?

Did I do something wrong?
Or have I been wrong all along?
Is it me who doesn’t belong,
Or is it the world that belongs?

The struggle is hard,
The game isn't fun,
But the process is an art,
And the player is one.

The inner voices ask,
"Am I done?"
The player removes the mask,
Killing himself with a gun.

They say:
Unsee their eyes,
Unlearn their feelings,
Clear your mind, and
Just focus on your dreams.
But the question is—
What is my dream?

Is it art?
Or is it music?
Maybe it’s both,
'Cause music itself is an art, right?

Or maybe it’s a boy,
Looking in the mirror,
Asking questions about
Affection and attraction.

Or maybe it’s a girl,
With soft eyes and a fake gaze.
But if it’s a girl,
Then it’s difficult to achieve, right?

Maybe it’s something else,
Yet to be discovered.
Or maybe it is discovered,
But I am still figuring it out.
Maybe I know what it is,
But I don’t know how to reach it.
Maybe I have taken a step,
Yet the path ahead remains uncertain.

Or maybe it is already achieved.
But if it is already achieved,
Then it is not a dream—
It is reality, right?

And if it is reality,
Then what is my dream?

Unsee, unlearn, let go.
Listen to their untrue laughter, then
walk away.
Unsee their eyes,
unlearn their feelings,
clear your mind, and
just focus on your dreams,
'cause their untrue laughter
won't help you sleep.

A white feather bird,
Sitting on my grill,
Under the quiet moon,
As the world stands still.

It tilts its head,
Eyes dark yet bright,
Speaking in silence,
In the hush of the night.

"Why are you sad?"
It asks with a sigh,
"Are you afraid?"
As stars fill the sky.

"What do you want?"
Its voice lingers near,
"Is it difficult?"
Soft, yet so clear.

I stare at the bird,
Yet words do not flow,
For how do I answer,
What I barely know?

Rainy Day,  
Blurred Eyes,  
Lost My Way,  
Lost My Sight.  

Another Day,  
Another Try,  
Searching for a Path,  
Reaching for the Sky.  

Different Day,  
Different Time,  
No Place to Rest,  
Not a Dime.  

What to Say,  
What to Rhyme,  
Lost My Way,  
Lost My Time.

Today just passed like any other day,
Nothing happened in an extraordinary way.
Today is just another day,
That will soon fade away,
Like yesterday.

And sadly, tomorrow will become today.
I don’t know how to control this—
These feelings,
These emotions,
These affections,
In which I’m lost.

Sometimes, I wake up to the sound of shattering dreams—
Not anyone’s but mine.
And I stay up, thinking, What am I doing?
Technically, I’m not doing anything.
That’s the problem—I’m not doing anything.
I’m just lying down like an animal,
Lying like a human who has never experienced sleep.

It’s 3 AM now, and I’m still standing here,
Watching the rain slowly fall,
Listening to your voice echo from the clouds.
And I don’t know how to control this,
I don’t know what’s right anymore,
I don’t know what to live for.

Maybe I should drop this black pen
That you gave me—
The one that helps me write,
Even when I feel all uptight.
Maybe I should switch my hobby,
Maybe I should go smoke outside.

But maybe I shouldn’t.
What if I couldn’t?
Maybe I’m overthinking,
Maybe I should wait for another day,
Maybe I should hope that everything will be okay.

One day, maybe?

Lying in my bed, and I can't sleep,
There are too many thoughts running deep.
I don’t know how to make them fade,
It’s a battle within that can't be swayed.

I’ve done everything wrong, not a **** thing right,
I close my eyes, yet they stay open wide.
Am I lost, or am I broken?
A question left unspoken.

I write on empty pages so they might feel whole,
I wonder—if I spoke, could I fill my soul?

Have you ever wondered why stars shine at night?
When all is dark, do you still need light?
I think they’re the battle scars of the sky,
A thousand paper cuts before it dies.

I believe something hides behind the dark,
Consuming it slowly, leaving its mark.
I think the night sky is an armor,
Shielding us from the bright demon,
Waiting to collect us in the cruel morning.

They feed on our hearts, our souls like fuel,
Yet these are just theories I cannot prove.
Still, there’s a line that rings true:
"Dark is not scary; dark is poetry."

Maybe it's not today, maybe it's tomorrow.
Maybe it's not going to happen, maybe it will happen.
Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm right.
Maybe it's a one-sided wish,
Maybe it's your incomplete wish.
Maybe it's not us who pulled the trigger,
But the past holding the explosive.
Maybe all we had were actions, with no motive.
Maybe it's just the voices in my head,
Maybe it's your absence from my mindset.
Maybe it's my mirror telling me lies,
Maybe it's the empty skies.

Or maybe it's us,
Or the way you make me feel like a curse.
Have I become crazy?
Call me anything, but don't call me lazy.
Call me a lover before you call me a loser.
I'm aware of my reputation, but I swear I'm not the user.
Call me anything, any name you want,
Or maybe just call me — that's all I want.
Or maybe just look at me with soft eyes and a fake gaze,
I'm aware that my head is a maze.

Are you aware that I love quiet, but your silence I can't stand?
Are you aware that my heart is in the palm of your hand?
Are you aware that I look at you like you're the moon?
Are you aware that you give me the look, like you're not the one?
Maybe you're aware, or maybe you just pretend it well.

I have written thousands of letters,
I have written hundreds of nights,
And I have seen two lovers fight —
But they’re not fighting with each other,
Still, they are lovers in my story.

I have watched them talking,
A few lies and a thousand truths.
I have written their story,
I have decorated their glory.

That’s all I have given to them,
This is all I would leave behind.
But that’s not all they deserve,
And I will try again for them.
I will write their story again for them.

I would burn all the ashes for them,
Without paying any mind.
I would try to write their names together,
But I know I can’t spell it forever.

Still, I would continue writing their story,
I would write it like a song,
I would sing it like a poem,
I would say it like they’re gods —
In the hope that somehow, they can be together.

But they can’t be the same lovers,
Because, as I said before,
They’re fighting, but not with each other.
They’re complaining, but not about each other.
They’re crying about their lovers
Who left them halfway.

We don't cry because something is sad.
We cry because something is more beautiful than we expected it to be.

And we just don’t have that
"more beautiful" thing.

"Time Is Money"
"Time Is Everything "
They Say, But
What Actually Time Is?

An Expensive Dime?
An Uncontrollable Dine?
Or Maybe It is Unforgettable,
Just Like A Fine Wine.

A Fleeting Moment,Lost In A Grind,
Is It Mine?
Or Is It Of Different Kind?
Maybe It Is Not A Right Time,
To Understand Time.

Or Maybe What I'm Doing Now
Is Another Example Of "Waste Of Time".

A Burden Of Birth,
A Fight Of Worth,
A Star Of Curse,
A Boy Of Thirst.

A Burden Of War,
An Encouraging Roar,
A Seaside Shore,
A Defeated Score.

A Burden Of Love,
A Sight Of Dove,
Yet Never Enough,
A Heart That Loves

A Burden Of Peace,
A Birth In Greece,
A War To Cease,
A Love In Release.

A Glance So Sharp, It Cut Me Deep,
Her Eyes Of Pride, No Words To Speak.
The Silence Grew, So Cold And Clear,
Her Eyes Were Strong, I Felt The Fear.
No Words Could Close The Gap Between,
I Turned Away, Wishing To Be Unseen.

After Weeks Of Silence, I Stepped Outside,
She was Walking By With A Smile And Sigh.
She Spoke Of Her Day; Her Laughter Was Free,
I Listened In Wonder, Lost In The Sea.

Just A Few Minutes,Yet It Felt Like A Dream,
I Wonder, Is It Love, Or Am I Still In A Dream?
Differences Were There, Differences Are Here; Still Trying To Be Closer, I Will Always Be Near.
But The Wait Is Too Long With No Chance To Show, Heart Felt Heavy With The Hope To Grow.
Yet In This Uncertainty, A Light Starts To Shine,
Whispers Of Possibility, Perhaps She Will Be Mine.

An Empty Evening,
A Soul Quietly Grieving.
Streetlights Flickering On,
A Feeling That Something Is Gone.

A Fleeting Moment Lost In Day,
A Memory Thrown In The Way.
A Sight To Watch Carefully,
A Love That Dissolved Freely.

A Story Filled With Lies,
A Heart Where Butterflies Rise.
A Boy Who Lost His Sight,
A Girl Who Shines So Bright.

A Bookshelf, Telling Different Stories,
A Window, Showing Different Glories.
A Fight Between Winning And Losing,
A Story Of Earning And Giving.

A Flower That Tries To Stay,
Even When The Sun Fades Away.
Holding On With All Its Might,
Even When It Loses The Fight.

A Cliffhanger, Before The Night,
A Feeling Which Was Right.
Slow Rain Coming From Her Eyes,
A Boy Who Never Even Tried.

A Quiet Afternoon,
A Wanderer's Forgotten Tune.
Eyes On The Door,
A Heart That Can't Be Restored.

A Crowded Room,
A Bride And A Groom.
Fitting Together,
Like Stars And Moon.

A Coffee Cup Left Half-Full,
A Message Left Unread,
Promises Whispered In The Dark,
Which Never Reached.

Sunlight Through Cracked Glass,
A Moment That Won't Last,
Hands Reaching But Never Close,
A Longing That Only Grows.

Footprints Washed Away By Waves,
Secrets Lost In Hidden Caves,
A Song Listened In Regret,
A Love That Stayed Repressed.

An Early Morning
A Broken Man's First Earning
Children's Laughter
A Beautiful Disaster.
A Rainy Night
Two Lover's First Fight
Matching Clothes
Silenced Voice
Slow Rain Coming From Her Eyes.
A Lover
A Light
A Horrific Sight
A Book That Has Seen All The People Overlooking It On The Shelf
A Girl Who Loved EveryOne But Not Herself.
An Abandoned House
A Homeless Family
Sunsets
Sunrise
A Beautiful Surprise
A Pair Of Eyes With Baked Tears
A Smile That Hides Fears
A Shoe Without Shoelaces
A Hand That Has No One To Hold
A Story That Has Never Been Told.
A Fair Hour,
Candies That Taste Sour
Lilies And Lavender
A Loud Thunder
A Mourning Silence
A Justified Violence
An Unanswered Question
An Unrevealed Letter
An Unlistened Prayer
A Dying Candle
A Forbidden Scandal
An Underrated Singer
A Million Things That I Could Count On The Tips Of My Fingers
Everything That Makes Your Thoughts Linger
I Wonder If Only You Knew
Everything That Reminds Me Of You,
The Voices In My Head
Are Words That Were Said
By Someone That Spoke True
They Remind Me Of You.