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

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

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

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

to stop
dreaming
that was
my worst nightmare

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

Still
Soul

talk to me
the way you spoke to your god,  
with your eyes closed
and tears on your face

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

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

I need
someone
like me

Your innocence
makes me
want to
sin

both
are same
you talk about
love
you talk about
pain

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

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

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

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

Sometimes I'm weird

no doubt
no fears
no questions,

come

touch me

hey world
thanks for making this option
[delete]

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

i like symbols
i love symbols
i do symbols
i write symbols
im a symbol

Share love
Not anything else

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

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

I'm a fresh Prince
At night

walk

yea, keep walking
nah
run
run, my friend

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

the winner is none

I said {I’m trying}
but i don’t believe it
cause I feel {I’m done}
in my stomach

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

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

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

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

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

Night,
Blue
and cold
In morning!

Dancing
Is the last thing
that proves
you are free

when you don’t love anything except walking away …

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

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