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

Sometimes I'm weird

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

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

hey world
thanks for making this option
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Your innocence
makes me
want to
sin

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

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

Dancing
Is the last thing
that proves
you are free

the winner is none

Dark
But not enough
To write
a poem

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

I need
someone
like me

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 like hands
and I know
you will say:
me too

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

when you don’t love anything except walking away …

walk

yea, keep walking
nah
run
run, my friend

no doubt
no fears
no questions,

come

touch me

I'm a fresh Prince
At night

Share love
Not anything else

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

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

to stop
dreaming
that was
my worst nightmare

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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