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we write,
in the shadows.
And spill our souls in ink.

Our thoughts drip,
onto unwritten papers.
and we let,
Our hands flow.

Each line,
a drop of our feelings,
Each Stanza,
A pool of our emotions.

So let us write,
not for the world,
but for ourselves,
on this blank page,
let us bleed,
bleed ink.

Dreams are places,
far and wide.
sometimes big,
sometimes small.

dreams will come true,
if you believe they could.
chase your dreams,
dont let it fly away.

follow that dream,
and let it show your way.
dreams will be dreams,
if you dont try!

I trusted this world,
but my ears deceive.
i heard the truth,
and again its a lie.

My thoughts play tricks,
i thought trusting was right.
the whisper of lies,
This world is just filled with untruthful words.

But why?
i cant stop believeing in them.
what makes them so perfect?
i just wished i could close my ears,
and shut their mouths.

Can you see me?
im just a kid,
untrusted.
my reflection is staring back,
but what i see,
is not me.

All i do is roam in halls,
Like a Ghost without a mouth.
No matter how much i reach out,
im just a handprint, unseen

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As far as I know,
Nobody wants to jump off.
They were just pushed.
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Is it wrong to be different?
or do i have to be the same?
Do i have to wear pretty dresses,
put make up on my face?
Do i have to sit still and smile,
wait until i marry a rich man?
why cant i be myself?
And be free like the birds?
Let me ask you once again,
Whats wrong with being me?

Everyone makes mistakes,
Everyone lies,
Nobodies perfect,
Yet nobody tries,
People seem perfect,
But maybe their not,
People may shine,
But that's just a disguise.
That's how life is,
There is never life,
Without death,
No friends,
Without enemies.
Sometimes you say
“Life isn't fair”,
Maybe it is,
Because,
Unfairness is what we all share.

Lighting up someones day,
does not need words,
it doesnt need action,
nor your thoughts,
All you have to do,
is just listen.

little ms. perfect,
has a little secret.
She's a big fat liar,
and you can't trust her words.
She cries,
yet she lies.
So whats the point in her?
Her words are like honey,
but be careful,
They sting!
she'll drain you till you drop,
so leave while you can!

Abandoned by my creator,
the silent creeps.
Im scared.
what should i do?
This place is in ruins.
My old play house,
is filled with cobwebs.

I can still hear,
the laughs of those i used to be with.
my once pretty smile,
is cracked into a cry.
im just a doll,
Attached to strings.

But now,
im nothing but an old doll.

unleash all creativity.
as we watch them go by,
and dream beneath their beam.

A star, one so bright,
glimmers on the sky.
i see each and everyone,
Their light never dies.

So beautiful, the stars together,
they shine so bright,
it leaves me in awe.
They soothe me with their light.

Each spark is a quiet promise,
a secret from afar.
They guide the hearts that wonder.
no matter where they are.

The cold embrace,
whispers through the breeze.
Raindrops fall,
the sky’s quiet tears.

from the grey clouds,
the rain starts to pour.
bringing water to life,
awakening the earth once more.


The rain, a sound of comfort.
it is like a song in my ears.
The rain, my source of ease.

The world is tired,
The moon is in the sky.
The stars twinkle.
And the sounds have gone silent.

Tired overthinking.
Everything has shut down.
What's left,
Are the Dreams of those who slumber.

In this silent night,
crickets chirp,
The wind blows a lullaby.
The world is at peace.

Rest well world,
Drift into sleep

"i like poetry,"
so?
"im not good in art,"
so?
"im not perfect,"
so?
"im not pretty,"
so?
i like poetry too,
so?
not everyone can draw,
so?
nobody's perfect,
so?
thats just what you think,
so?

Even if you feel down,
you are the light in someones sky.
Kindness doesnt speak,
it glows, grows and shows.

you may not hear a thanks,
or maybe not a praise.
But you made someone smile,
and it ripples more than you think.

Soft hearts make a difference,
in this world that is hard.
Life can be warm,
once you choose to be a light.

You don’t need to shine too loud,
even kind hearts move clouds.
Kindness ripples, smile by smile,
So why not spread it?

such sad, sad days.
drowning in sorrow's sea.

Tears overflow,
Darkness overwhelms.
isn't that what sorrow is?

Listen well my friend,
And forget your sorrows yet.
For no sadness last forever.
Face that sorrow,
And you'll find a better tomorrow.

The sun has risen,
can you hear?
the songs of the morning birds.

Life begins to wake,
the gentle breeze,
blows softly against the trees.
A lovely view awaits.

The orange sky,
the feeling of life!
a beautiful sunrise it is.

The vast fields of green,
the sky so boundless.
The seas so deep,
it drowns me in thought.

how beautiful mothernature is.

The birds that fly high,
the stars that twinkle at night.
The fishes that swim deep in the sea.

how graceful mothernature is.

the winds that blow,
the sun that rises, then sets.
the clouds in the sky,
The mountains that stand tall.

How perfect mothernature is.

Nature that calms me,
it is so gentle and lovely.
i dream and i think,
about the skies, oceans and fields.
sometimes i wonder,

How divine mothernature is.

A vast and beautiful color of blue,
filled with puffy white clouds,
the warmth of the sun,
fills my heart with light.

looking at the sky,
pink and orange,
blue or black.
the sky is never alone.

take a look at it,
let it inspire you.
feel its beauty,
and rest under its hue.

I stir my hope in a coffee brew,
its still morning,
the skys are blue.
the wind blows out like whispered charm.
and sunlight spills into my thoughts.

ideas come and go,
i wonder about the days before.
each drop of coffee,
i drink.
it brings me back to the world i think.

The morning hums a quiet song,
i see the clouds so bright and strong.
A sudden dream a sudden aim.
i wish to return to the days before

Villains are Evil,
Cruel and Cold.
They have a heart,
of silent stones.

Everyone has their villains,
in their tale,
they could be them,
or help one prevail.

Villains so wicked,
terrible and fierce.

but,
Villains arent born,
they are made.

One day,
someone asked me,
"what is the best thing that ever happened to you?"
i searched for an answer,
but i could only think,
of you.

I speak,
but do you listen?