The moment I sit down to write My mind becomes outright white
Thinking and searching for topics to write.
I write and rewrite, write and rewrite, but I still cannot decide.
Questioning myself, doubting my thoughts, fighting a lot, but still staring at a blank wall, at least I tried.


Sometimes I feel like I can write a book with thousand pages,
But some days I feel like my stories and thoughts are on vacation.
At this point it in time I am writing for the sake of writing,
Trying to fill more space and making sure that everything is rhyming.


Well it looks like I somehow managed to write something out of not being able to write, how ironic.
I guess this poem will be short as I never had anything to say from the beginning.
Well at least this was kind of iconic.
I guess now I should stop with my gibberish and give you all my thanksgiving! (For baring with this)

Once upon a time i used to think;
The world’s so nice and bright.
Once upon a time I used to think;
Love and peace is everything and there is no point to fight.
I stayed positive waited for the better days thinking that they were on their way
But was I right?

Then shined the darkest light not quit bright.
The World changed I changed I grew smaller half dead.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream ahead.
The angle of life twisted with the bloodshed.
Wisdom became the light that showed the path that was right.
Yet it feels uneasy yet it feels incomplete.

Something is missing that’s hissing and ******* me off,
Is it the purpose of my life or the atonement to sins of the past ?
I don’t know what to do anymore should I takeoff?
Tired of this freaking game don’t know how long will it last?

It used to be much better back then.
I wish to be kid once again,
No worries no hurries everything in life was at ZEN.

I’m a great sage,
I’m going to wage war on our own fate.
At my core I swore to bring back the glory.
My entire life was a **** allegory,
Sooner or later I will reach the end of this story.

I lost my everything to see everything so for the change go and destroy everything
but what I seek is not revenge but revolution
Let us March, let us fight till we stop breathing
Get out of this illusion,delusion and focus on that emotion

This world is a battlefield
You have to protect yourself, so wield the shield
We wanna be free no longer will our lips be sealed
No longer will people be considered as yield

So March forward not my troops but my family,
For the sake of your sanity turn your fantasy into reality
It might end up as a tragedy,
but dying for the change will be our VICTORY

I wake up to a window beside
The first thing I do is open it so I can view the world outside
Many things I see flowers blooming,birds chirping,people walking.
Staring at the world I feel like I am stalking

Yet the world looks so beautiful nature’s beauty given to me in one plate,
This window is like a heavens gate.
This window makes me forget about the cruel world.
It gives me a sense of pleasure whenever it is observed.

I can go on and on about the charm of my window,
Because it helps me recover whenever I feel low.
It’s not the window it self that I like but it’s the nature outside,
The feeling of being locked up is shattered by the windows bright side.

Thanks to the Romans who invented such a beautiful work of art,
I love my window from the depth of my heart.
I feel blessed cause I have such beautiful window,
If it is ever taken away from me I would surely feel like a widow.

Through the glass of my window I see the moon light.
Through the same glass I see sun’s blazing might.
Through the same window I see people fight.
Through it I also see The beautiful blue sky and the clouds that are white.
Whenever I can’t sleep I look at my window in the middle of the night. When you look through the window and you see twilight,
The amount of pleasure received is infinite.
With that cup of coffee when I look outside the warmth is felt deep inside