Yes
I'll write gibberish
and you just can't
throw    this poem      away
But it doesn't bother you, indeed
you Liked this one.
you liked it because
you don't look for meaning
but GIBBERISH.
Some gibberish to waste your time
           Relief and Relax
your time is already gibberished
and what I mean by "gibberished"
is just a simple gibberish.
But who the hell cares.

This one
will be a short one
and of course *****
as is said on title
It'll be so much *****
that you can't dare to
whisper it to your partner's ear
while you two were making out
Because this poem
STINKS and it's *****.

1. Fall for a lover (the gender doesn't really matter)
2. Find a way to make that person your ex
3. Suffer
4. Remember your good days, even it was a platonic
5. A little bit of more suffer
6. Find a relieving factor to forget (avoid drugs, I suggest drinks)
7. Suffer miserably, including headache at this stage.
8.1 Read texts, e-mails or whatever you two sent each other
8.2 Look at the pictures you guys took if you did
8.3 Look at his/her pictures for hours if you have
8.4 Pass by the places you hang around before
9. Feel a pain in your heart and understand that you lost a soulmate, a friend, a good person to share your life and love.
10. Finally find a writing tool and write. The steps may slide but number ten is where you should end up.

11. (Bonus Step) Go get him/her.

I want to write a poem which I can't start writing.
Neither the hand I write with nor the tongue should be mine.
The words I've never heard of
Left on my mind from an unspoken language.
I want to write like no one can read my misery
Nor understand my feelings buried deep in my soul
Musics, that I left listening to, should play in my ears
I must write the things that I'm afraid of sharing
The things I can't confess even myself.
The sentences should flow without my notice
There must be no dark secrets left behind
When I put the final dot on paper.
The inhaled air I take when I fold and tear the paper
Should take off the grief of my existence
And wipe off my worries, my defeats, my regrets.

I want to write a poem which I can never finish.

I'm one,
My everything is my nothing.

I'm the one who makes billions billion,
I'm the one who gets lost in millions,
I'm the one in hundreds that sum up to thousands
And I, the one, am the one who makes two with you.

I create from nothing, but disappear in everything.

What if you subtract one from all of these
From billions for instance
Billions will stay billions
Millions will unite to make billions
Thousands won't lose a digit.

But you will be one
You will be doomed to be nothing in everything all alone.