No one really ever sees you,
No one really ever realises your might,
No one really ever cares to ponder about you,
No one really ever realises how interesting you are,
They all see you as just a shadow,
But I am here,
I see you,
I understand you,
I am you...

It's been so silent lately...
It's gotten lonely up here,
The days become just like the day before,
And I fail to see the light in their eyes,
The cries of the crow drown out the sweet songs of canaries,
The wind's music no longer satisfies my soul,
I want to go back
To the nothingness I came from,
I want to return home,
It's gotten lonely here...

I miss sleeping on the rooftop of grandma's house and lying down under the clear night sky,
I would stare at the shy moon and she would sometimes stare back.
I remember the stars winking at me,
The cool breeze would caress my face until I was asleep,
The crickets would sing their lullabies,
And my mother and aunts would chatter the night away.

I remember how happy everyone were,
I remember days where worries wouldn't plague our minds,
I remember their simple smiles,
Their resonant laughs,
I remember those simple days,
I remember you...

When you're feeling low.
The gods will give you a second chance at life, sometimes.
It's all in you to go find it.
You might find it in a paper cup.
In a bowl of soup.
In a can of sardines.
In a broken treebrach.
On the internet somewhere.
Sometimes in yourself.
When you're feeling low.
The gods will give you a second chance at life, sometimes.
Sometimes you cant find it anywhere.
People will talk down on you.
Only if you really find it.
People will talk down on you.
But if you follow the truth.
It all won't matter in the end.
It's better than not finding the truth.
And not be ridiculed at all.
As these regards last longer than life.

Come, hold my hand and let us dance,
Let us dance our youth away,
Let us dance this grey day,
Let us dance to the music of your laughs,
Let us feel alive again,
Let us dance beneath the moon,
Beneath the stars,
Upon the dune,
Let us love,
Let us dance...

I never really got to thank you enough
For this, for caring, for being such an amazing friend, I never got to say thank you enough.

I remember losing myself in the ocean,
In the flower fields,
In the mountain range,
And in the universes that reside in your eyes.
I remember my heart fluttering at the sound of your chuckles,
I remember your voice that used to sooth my bleeding heart.

I loved you... and sometimes you loved me too.
I still have a little light left in this sepulchre of a heart,
I still see you there at times...

Write as if you've never written before.
Write as if you'll never write again.
Write as if the person you love most in life ends up as the person you hate most at the wake of death.
Write as if nobody will ever see your work.
Write as if you've died more times in your own life than you've lived.
Write as if the music is still there.
Write as if you've suffered through your years.
Write as if you have the worst dayjob on earth.
Write as if it reads the reader. Rather than the reader reading your work.

Each time I hear the violins cry.
I can find my reasons for living again.
Each time I hear the wind dance.
I know there's hope right in front of me.
Each time I feel the sun bringing me joy.
I try to bring joy right back to this universe.
Just like I was born to.
Each time I hear the radio singing to me.
I know my life is something I should laugh at.
Each time the bad times come my way.
I know the good times are in the waiting room.
Waiting to come to me.
I may not even be alive by the time they arrive.
But they'll come.
They'll come.
They'll come.

All good words and pretty poems will fade eventually.
Like a mountain laughing at the river below.
Like a beautiful face you see for a second on the sidewalk.
Like a blue star glimmering in the sky, that's probably already gone.
All good words and pretty poems will fade eventually.
Like true love.
Like a good song to keep us going through the day.
Like our personal heroes to make us feel like were perfectly fine.
Like a letter in a drawer you were to bring to a secret naked lover.
All goods and words and pretty poems will fade eventually.
Like a great big whale dancing across the sea.
Like an endless forest full of life and chaos.
Like an aspiring poet writing this poem.
All good words and pretty poems will fade eventually.

Thank you for being patient, I like to lose myself in what I read so it will take longer for me to finish, but once again, thank you for being a portal to a new world.

When you let go.
You will find your place in this universe, finally.
When you let go.
You will find your place inside you, hopefully.
When you let go of love.
It gets harder to hate each passing day.
When you let go of your battles.
You will find love in those battles, hopefully.
When you let go of yourself.
You will lose yourself in this world.
When you lose yourself in this world.
You will be found in this universe.
The loneliest universe of the gods.
A universe controlled by secret songs singing the soundtracks of our lives.
Laughing at every planet and pattern they create.
When they created you, they created you.
You are you.
You are you.
You are you.
You are the only you in this universe.
You are the only I in this universe.
What a lonely existence this is sometimes.

Autumn will come,
Autumn and his cold breath,
Autumn and his grey skies,
With his wilted flowers,
And his lifeless trees,
Autumn will come.
Autumn and his empty streets
He'll come with frozen dew on the grass,
He'll come with sundowns at 4 in the afternoon,
He'll slap your sleep ridden face with the morning wind,
Autumn will come.
Autumn will come with the evening rain,
Autumn will come with love-sick pain,
Autumn will rest on the heavy clouds,
Autumn will howl at your window at 6 a.m.
Autumn will come with the look of tired souls,
With the sound of heavy hearts,
With taste of the evening tea,
With the smell of bittersweet melancholy.

Don't let any one tell you who you should be in life.
Follow your heart.
Follow your soul.
Follow that remaining bit of you that makes you you.
Don't fall down to anyone who talks you down.
Whether it's your ugliness and imperfections.
Whether it's your weird behavior that we all have deep down, even them.
Whether it's your endless mistakes you never meant to make.
You're perfect when you're you.
You're perfect when you're you.
You're perfect when you're you.
Don't let anyone take control of your life and attitude.
Whether it's the church.
Whether it's the school.
Whether it's your own family, whether it's your own struggles.
Whether it's your fake voice everyone tells you to have.
Nobody hates you more than when you're being yourself.
Nobody loves you more than when you're being yourself.
The gods will sometimes put a test on trying to stop your soul to roam free.
You can do it.
And you will do it.
After it all, you will look at yourself in heaven in the end.
Just as you were born to.

I want to disappear into the soul of the earth,
To escape and run away...
Away from the human world
Away from the commotion
Away from the ignorance
Away from the crowded shops
Away from the faces that cry pain
Away from the eyes don't see beyond the surface
Away from the voices that bite at your ears
Away from the deeds that **** your soul
Away from everyone
Away from everything
Away from the shouting,
the weeping,
the toxic positivity,
the shallow conversations.
the hollow humans,
I want to leave.

Looks like I'm here again,
With the flowers,
With the trees,
With the cotton coloured clouds,
With the afternoon breeze.
Looks like I'm here again,
With the wet sands of the shore,
With the silent waves of the torperous sea,
With the grey sky,
With me.
Looks like I'm here again,
With the tick tock of the clock,
With the foggy windows,
With the creaking door,
With the wooden chair by the bed.
Looks like I'm here again,
With her hand in mine,
With the smell of her hair,
With the sound of her voice,
With the sight of her smile-
It's 6 am, I better go wash my face.

Here I am.
Dressed in white.
Almost in heaven.
All alone.
With myself.
With the moon.
With the stars.
With the world.
With the gods.
With the sky,
With the sun.
With the ocean.
With the spirits.
With the angels.
With the beatles.
With the kings of the red flowers of love.
With me.
With you.
With everyone.
With no one.
With the company of a blinding light.
A bright light.
A really really bright light.
The brightest light you could ever imagine.
I do know how to love.
I do know how to breathe.
I do know how to care.
I do know how to run.
I do know how to fly.
I reach my arms like long and bold trees to the heavens.
This is it.
I am me.
I am me.
I am me.
I then woke up and went to the bathroom.

Oh how beautiful it was to walk through the leaves of the sun.
Oh how beautiful it was to learn it was possible to love you.
Oh how beautiful it was to watch you form into someone you're not.
Oh how beautiful it was to watch you see nothing but love inside me.
Oh how beautiful it was to live in the days you still believed in me.
Oh how I wish I could come back to those days.
Oh how I wish I could crawl back to the you I once loved.
Oh how I wish I could just travel back in time, to save myself.

If any of you are going through a hard time and want to get things off your chest and talk about it do not hesitate to message me, in this community we must all look after one another, even when we're stranger on two different sides of the world.

A romantic would love you,
Someone from the 19th century would too,
A kind old man would love you,
A child's pure heart would love you,
My grandmother would love you,
And I love you too, sometimes...
But please stop chirping so much at 5 am,
I'm trying to sleep.

You were always painful ,
Your ending was always bad,
Someone didn't love the other,
And someone was attached ,
You gave us sleepless nights
And your promises were empty
But the most woeful thing will be
"We almost had a thing."

Be nice to the people who have access to your toothbrush

Hi, here's a few things I think you should know about a friend whom you haven't met yet:
They have hazel eyes that change colour depending on the lighting,
They like to go on walks and get lost in nature,
They read a lot,
They write sometimes too!
They like to look at the night sky,
They are still lost in life,
They are still searching,
They will not guarantee you happiness everytime you're together but they will always do their best to help you find your right path.
They like to read while sitting on the grass,
They like sitting on grass,
They don't laugh often but when they do it's genuine,
They like the songs sung by birds,
They will not be the "perfect" friend
But I promise you, like almost all other good friends, they will change your life for the better, even if just slightly.

The world is quiet here...
There is no God to offer salvation,
There is no music to calm the soul,
There is no Love to sooth my suffering,
There is nothing but darkness here...

You are loved
You are valued
You are strong
You will get through it all

I met you in the most peculiar way, my greatest friend, and so I don't regret doing what I did, of course many would not believe it; some of the simplest things in life are the most difficult to imagine and understand.

The days are grey
and the nights are cloudy
I am lost in this monotony

Crushing heavy apathy
Heart racing with anxiety
I would rather be in misery
Than feel just absolutely nothing
Every thought I have is haunting
Please just let me feel something

Under this weight I will break
Forget me for your own sake
No tears to cry
Not scared to die
Still, I'm alive
Don't ask me why
I'm chocking with every breath
Chocking while wishing for death

“Only optimists commit suicide, optimists who no longer succeed at being optimists. The others, having no reason to live, why would they have any to die?”

Adieu, adieu,
I bid thee adieu,
My heart taketh wing and fly.

Adieu, adieu,
I bid thee adieu
Though it pains me to say goodbye.

The time is past
When happiness we found,
All's left for now is the cry.

So adieu, my love,
Adieu, Adieu,
May we meet again by and by.

Living is for believing and loving
For a long time, I have believed and loved
For a long time, I have told the truth and been lied to...

They smell your mouth,
Lest you've said "I love you."
They search your heart,
These are strange times my dear...

They whip love,
Beneath every lamp post,
Infront of every barbed wire,
They **** love a thousand times
And a thousand times more...

We must hide it in the darkest rooms of our house;
Within every cold, crooked and twisted dead end they extinguish
the fires of joy and poetry.

Do not risk thinking's danger;
These are strange times my dear...

Look! Today is no longer grey!
Look! The ashen clouds've gone away!
Nothing can break me today!

Look! The birds are singing again,
Look! Just watch the branches dance!
And with a very simple glance,
You'll see that nature is sadness' bane.

The vibrant flowers bloom once more,
The wind's hand is no longer cold,
The sun shines with all his might,
I am no longer filled with spite...

Get yourself back together,
Look at what you've become!
You're bound by your own tether,
Break out, embrace the freedom!

The worst thing about our children is that they will be like us.
They will have a childhood with sweet memories,
They will have hopes,
They will dream,
They will strive to be better people,
They will love,
They will imagine a better tomorrow,
They will want justice,
They will want peace,
They will want respect,
They will want comfort,
They will work hard,
They will be disappointed,
They will rise back up when they fall,
They will be like us...

Do you remember when we first met?
The first time I annoyed you?
The first thought you had when you saw me?
Do you remember how it all changed?
How we used to stay up all night and talk?
or the way we used to shout each other's names at school?
Do you remember me?
Do you remember the colour of my hair?
The sound of my voice?
The colour of my sad eyes?
Do you remember the feel of my hand?
The notes that I left in the books I gave you?
Remember when I beat our teachers in chess, in front of you?
Remember all the things I told you?
Every word, every advice, every confession?

You probably don't.
But I remember everything about you,
as if all of it happened yesterday...

“I almost do not exist now and I know it; God knows what lives in me in place of me.”

It is Dusk and my time has come.
The sky takes a pinkish hue,
The cool breeze begins its departure,
And the trees wave it goodbye.

Dusk has come, My time has come.
With it, it brings the black blanket,
That covers the immense sky,
The sun leaves with tears,
And the moon replaces her,
The stars begin to appear,
And I think of her with me; here.

Dusk has come, My time is now.
The flowers begin to close,
And the clouds cover the sky,
The seas begin to reflect her,
The lonely breeze sings of her,
The crickets cry her name.

Yes, Dusk is now!
Sadness is now
Despair is now
Woe is now
Sorrow is now...

My Dusk has come,
And my soul wants to break out,
And disappear into the night,
Into the dark clouds above,
To run into the rain,
Out of the forests of my pain.

Dusk has come...

What more is there to say
When your hopes crashed at bay?
When you're as somber as a cloudy night?
When your worries drown you in fright?

What more is there to say
When your friends are fading away?
When your life's monotone?
and your cover's all but blown?
When you can no longer smile?
When your eyes are screaming pain?
And all your efforts are in vain...

I have stumbled and fell,
More incidents than you could tell.
Within this journey of my life,
I have felt and I have seen,
The strangest things there've been.
There are many things that I've done,
Many roads, down which I've gone,
So I know most
          ins and outs
Of how to deal
               with all the doubts
With all the pain
With all cold walks in the rain
With all the heartbreaks
With all the trust that loving takes
With the weeps of my mother
And the anger my father
And the worry of my brother
And the fools that act a clown
And the times that I'm pushed down
And every single look they give
When none of them try to live,
The life that is the life of me
For it's not so easy to be,
Sympathetic.

All of this has made me age,
I hope that it's the final page,
This book of life,
With all its strife,
With all its pain,
And all its love,
Has made me age.

How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?

Set me free of this curse!
Let me cry
Let me cry
Set me free of my torment!
Let me cry
Let me cry
Tears do not leave the eye;
I really wish I would die.

What is this twisted dream?
Why can I not scream?
I cannot feel grief or pain,
Not happiness nor dismay,
I can no longer smile,
And despite how much I try,
I really cannot cry.

I've grown so tired now,
To this tragedy, I must bow,
My hairs are turning grey
Oh to hell with all this fray!
Just let me wither and die,
What's the point when I cannot cry?
Tears do not leave the eye...

The Truth was a mirror,
that fell far from the sky,
and shattered into pieces,

Each person took a piece of it,
and saw themselves in its reflection,
thus they thought that they possessed the Truth,
whereas the Truth lay in the hands of everybody.

Out of the night that covers me,
      Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
      For my unconquerable soul.


In the fell clutch of circumstance
      I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
      My head is ******, but unbowed.


Beyond this place of wrath and tears
      Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
      Finds and shall find me unafraid.


It matters not how strait the gate,
      How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
      I am the captain of my soul.

It's been a pleasure knowing you,
Although we didn't really last.
It's been a pleasure knowing you,
I often think about the past.
It's been a pleasure knowing you,
Questions flood my mind.
It's been a pleasure knowing you,
Thank you for being kind.

*************

Alas, it all came to an end.
At last we are but done.
Alas, the morning's grey again .
At last our days are gone.

************

Do not mourn the good memories,
Who mourns happiness after all?
Do not think of who I've been,
You have changed and so have I.

************

Free yourself!
Free yourself from the bounds of love!
When have you seen a happy lover
Who hasn't been hurt at its hands?

You're missing the wrong person my friend
So stop wasting your time.

************

What good would love do
When one cannot feel your love?
It's better that it ended when it did;
I couldn't carry on,
There's nothing I could do.

*************

It's been a pleasure knowing you,
I know what you're going through.
It was a pleasure knowing you,
But now the time has come,
So let  me make it simple and short
As no to hurt us both
Goodbye my dearest
Goodbye.

You say and sigh your youth away.
You make it misery for yourself,
and complain that you didn't live life to the fullest.
Just like this,
Your life slips by
While you mourn the memories you never had.