Still
Soul

Dark
But not enough
To write
a poem

I like hands
and I know
you will say:
me too

-You smoke a lot !
Cause I'm burning you dumb

I need
someone
like me

Sometimes I'm weird

Share love
Not anything else

I'm a fresh Prince
At night

I'm asking u
for a favor
you and me
we gotta do something
its a ******
we need to ****
our love

the winner is none

She's sick
of me
I know that
I'm sick
of me
Too

You were asleep
You love God
But you didn't wake up to pray
as you wake up to check
If she have sent you a message

I write in bathroom
I write when I'm sad
I write when I read
I write when I feel
I write when I need
I write when I'm out
I write when I'm here
I write when I see
I write when I listen
I write when I'm missing
I write at night
I write when I'm right
I write everywhere
I'm a writer

Dancing
Is the last thing
that proves
you are free

I look blue.
Yellow when I laugh
Red when I think
Black when I love

emotional things makes you cry
painful things makes you cold
tough things makes you stronger
and no proplem with that
the proplem is
nothing makes you laugh
not any more

Night,
Blue
and cold
In morning!

Much love
Much pain
Oh god
Help me
I don't have
other words

I've nothing to say
For today
but
Being home
Is a poetic thing

Normally right ?
To be calm
When you're sad
And cry
When you're very
Happy

both
are same
you talk about
love
you talk about
pain

deep into
my chest

big box
of love

made of
glass and stars

Written on it

see
through me
feel
through me

but don't use me

i hate that
you can't be a poet
you have no sense
you're miserable
cold
and mad

don't judge me
the way i write
that's how it looks inside
So bleeding

colors
is good
for those who looking
for meanings
death is so good
for those who got
the meaning of
colors

to stop
dreaming
that was
my worst nightmare

hey world
thanks for making this option
[delete]

i want to write
a poem
about this
nothingness
and how it feels beautiful
these days

yellow
lights
is sad

Blue
Blood
Is death

Black
Rose
Is memory

Grey
Lips
Is lonely

Red
Face
Is love

White ..
What’s white ?

to forget about all these colors
And to move on with your life

Your innocence
makes me
want to
sin

they love fairytale ,
coffee
and roses
but not the one who once
cuts himself

i made a list
i named it
"not welcome anymore"
and guess what?

he is not a child anymore
but he still want his mommy

walk

yea, keep walking
nah
run
run, my friend

maybe I'm exactly like you
but I'm not you
and I'm not sure

no doubt
no fears
no questions,

come

touch me

Stop telling me facts about life on morning and let me smoke

isn't weird to say to your love that you need him
what's weird is that
there's no love
there's no you
but you still feel need

when you don’t love anything except walking away …

my poetry is ****
cause I'm not a poet
I'm in pain
and empty inside
i need to write, only
when i feel sick

everyone was afraid to ask :
"did i make you happy"
everyone was afraid to answer:
"you only make me wonder"