Physics:                                                         ­      Love:
        It's not the fall that kills                          It's not falling in love that kills
             The fall is actually                                          The fall is actually
                 exhilarating                                                     ­    thrilling
                 invigorating                                                     ­ intoxicating  
                 breathtaking                                                     ­  vitalizing
         it's when you've finally                                    it's when you've finally
               hit the ground                                                  reached the end
                that kills you                                                     that kills you.

Goodbye my friend,
I thought about this,
Long before now,
It’s just that,
I have never showed my pain.

Friend, oh dear friend.
I have found the light.
I need to leave,
To a place far from here,
All the way up there.

It isn’t your fault.
PLease don't cry.
I love you,
But it’s gotten too hard.

You’ve helped me through,
But I am stuck,
I can’t move.
You have to go on,
Live life to it’s fullest.

Don’t follow me.
Please, it is fine.
I found the light.
I need to leave,
To a place far from here.

I’m leaving,
Right now.
So, goodbye my friend.
Hope to see you,

*In the next life.

I can't write a poem
I can't write a story
I can't live my life
Feeling so weak and dreary

I am a but a simple poet
A mere poet who is madly in love
Who had always aspired to write
The most beautiful poem

And that poem
I envision it to contain
Hundreds of adjectives
Describing beauty
Thousands of metaphors
Expressing desire to kiss soft lips
Millions of words
Of which, every single one
A pellucid manifestation
Of emotions I laboriously subdued
Within the confines of my chest
It shall include rhymes
Mellifluous tunes that pleasures the ears
Plus lines and verses
Embodying the flames of love

Then realization strikes me violently
Such concept will not produce
What is greatly desired
But I, a simple poet
Still has written the most beautiful poem
To ever exist
And it is written like this:



You.

I have the power to make boys feel like MEN!
Yet I've lost all control to someone like him.
He will either be a lesson learned or the death that I crave,
Either way I'm still broken, because he turned away.

I have the power to make men feel like KINGS!
Yet like a caged bird, my sorrows I sing.
I lost all my worth, when he closed that door,
I need him to love me, of this I am sure.

I have the power to make kings feel like GODS!
Yet I cry alone in the dark, what are the odds.
I hurt myself just to make sure I am alive,
Because I'm convinced, I can no longer survive.

If I were a Wordsmith, with power in my pen,
I would write your demise, a slow, painful end.
I would cut you so deep, with my words you would bleed,
The pain overwhelming, with each word that you read.
You would choke on every promise that you had ever broken,
You would hear me loud and clear, though no words ever spoken.
My emotions catch fire, and now your suffocating,
You begin to understand, but all this time I've spent waiting,
Has made me cold and numb to all you may need,
Your cries fuel my fire, my thoughts gasoline.
If I were a wordsmith, with power in my pen,
I would make you feel the pain and the weight of your sin.