If my poem took me to you,
I should not much mind,
but I do not want to see you,
and I can not leave this heart alone in other place.
It leads me down into the same hole
that the pain I had tried to heal would have hurt again.

But I will keep my own way to lead the same path if I want to fall in love with you.

I will keep it until I forget that I have fallen in every words I write this poem.

One,
two,
three,
are you ready to love me?

Four,
five,
six,
our relationship must be fixed.

Seven,
eight,
nine,
you are with me will be fine.

Ten,
eleven,
twelve,
the problems can be solved.

Thirteen,
fourteen,
fifteen,
all of us should see in front of the screen.

Sixteen,
seventeen,
eighteen,
here I send to you that you are the only one in my light green.

I wake up at 1 a.m
There is nothing
This room is full of darkness
The light only leaves a little body for me,
for sure she is very ****, pure, and touches my eyes softly
The windows open
The wind blows my hair
I lit my last cigarette
This room is still full of darkness
I look around
I look outside from my window
The trees are too tall to see the tops
Too cold
Too quiet
Too heavy to every breath
This is the time that I love
When the night comes to my soul
I think this night is so scary,
But nothing is scarier than the thought itself,
It is so strong and real
Be ****!
I forget to buy cigarette stock for tomorrow
I **** myself
I **** nothing

I roll you in cigarette's paper
and lit the fire
I inhale
and exhale you
deep into my throat
And I blow off you again in the air I take
How it makes my heartburn with love
I think I lose you every single time I do smoking
It hurts me with suffering on my lung
And I always keep loving
Why must I imagine a love like this?
If I knew, I swear I would never try to do this
I am sorry,
I've lost you like my wish

She tries to be a young poet,
and I love her.
She writes every single poem by giving her feelings.
In her great imaginary world,
the universe gives her secret life about love.
I try to be one of her poems,
but she tries to stop writing.
The feeling of love in her life now is mine.
I try to write a poem for her,
and she always thinks that all of us will be fine.
I want you to know,
she is my love and my own.
We've made a great mind.

Every single poem always tells about the secret of life that love is hidden by every single poet.
The words cannot be their own.
Every single feeling must be told, not only by their mouth but also by their pen.
A poem is also a feeling.
No body knows,
so does the poet.

O my love
O my dear
I want to tell you about the moon this night
She is hidding in your eyes,
shining smoothly by touching my skin.
The wind
O the wind
O my love
brings you to me,
so I let you come in my mind, my love.
The star is spinning in my head,
do you know I get to have a bed late?
O my love
O my dear
The night sky is lying beside me
I just want you to know,
there is no body,
except you, if you let me love you.

I did not know that I was too young to think about life was much better and easier than we could hold on something tight when we did not have ability to try more and more, but still did it little by little.

I did not know that I was easy to fall in the same place in my own mind and needed more loves  than breaths and needed more life than lives, and needed more rooms than this universe.

I did not know that I was afraid of being brave in nothing.

I did not know that I was killed by the time, I was only a young boy with no weapon to fight and I was forced to join this battle.

I did not know that I was alone with myself, talked too much, and said, "The strongest will fall and die".

I did not know that I was only of the last part in every story that no body wants to.

I did not know that I was only too fall to feel, too calm to realize it was too easy to be a real.

If you see me in darkness,
I hope you will take me in brightness.

If you get me in silence,
I hope you will come to me to talk.

If one day, you feel I am the person who don't have ability to do something,
I hope you will teach me how to be the person who always have ability to do at all.

If one day, you feel I am too boring to be loved and you decide to leave me, I hope you will change your will.

I want to tell you that I miss the room with your hanging photograph on the wall of the room, decorated with twinkling lights between them.
I want to tell you that I miss the conversation we used to have, through a night without rain and you lay there, beside me.
I want to tell you I miss the light of the room emerging from the doorway, then you go inside without knocking it first.
The window hanging on the left side, a bench facing out, and the sight of people passing by are your favorite place when you visit me, right here, and you always sit there.
These walls are cold, and so is my body.
Likewise our first room.
You said what you liked.
A poem, but I didn't get to write it first. You said that you loved poetry.
But now, I love it more than you were yesterday.
Absence is now widely scattered on the floor,
and poems,
and cigarette butts,
and dust,
and tissue,
and tears,
and everything that ever lived in our heads.
And this room misses you.
They bring sadness through a night that is now often raining.
I wish you were here now, beside me. But it is a sentence that has no place in this poem.
Even though I'm currently writing it.
I want to tell you which I should be able to say.
This room lost its warmth.
I wish I could hug you again.
But time first killed me.
And I lost everything.

At 1 a.m.
There is a girl
who
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in my head.
I give my hand
and she gives her hand too.
She talks to me
what if we walk together
in a dark night.
I say, okay.
She talks to me
before going
she wants me
to hold on her hand tight.
I say, okay.
But,
I have many questions
which I have to ask.
What about if
I reject her
by saying no?
I swear
she will die
in suicide
because she
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in my head
and I didn't help her.

She is a girl who likes to write.
I am a boy who hates to wait.
She only writes a poetry for herself.
I only wait someone who never comes. We walk in different way.
I never read her poems.
She never comes to see me.
Both she and me are unlucky.

Life
       can
               fall
                       apart
                                   in
                                         a
                                             moment.
And we forget how short our life is.

I am swamped to think
about the massive problem
that the universe has given me.
It only makes me furious
and I think I will get awful day,
but someone whom I love texted me and also supported me
by sending her selfie.
She is gorgeous.
I don't feel
that I've lost my flithy mind.
Everything she gave made my day runs effortless.
She is adorable.
My heart feels comprehensive.

I got to know
some people nice
and gave me
the best advice.
Even though
I never see them
with my eyes
as close as I can feel
how cold the ice.

I can see the tigers behind your tears.
Nobody knows
that only you who can feel the fears.
As the poet who always gets drunk every night.
He needs his pen to join that fight.
If one day the poet lost that battle,
the tigers would get her as fresh meat slices.
If one day the poet won,
his poem would become famous one,
because the madness was fried in the pan.

I am too young
to feel and realize
that the madness
had become my friends.
Nobody tells it
that what I feel never be end.
I said nobody.
I'm lost in every poetry.
When I realize, there is nobody in there.
I am a line that you read right now.
Did you see if there is nobody here?
I am too young
to feel and realize
that I am the foolish man
grown with many foolish things
arounds me.
Nobody sees it
and nobody realizes
if there is nobody here
but YOURSELF.

When you feel
you are so tired
to do all the same things
in everyday,
what you need
is just a good sleep.

I saw an empty glass
I poured myself into it
Full, I wanted full
I drank it
I drank myself
Run out
I drank it up
I was swallowed up by force until all of it into the esophagus
I then saw the dark night sky
And it was three o'clock in the morning
Shadows, I saw shadows
And maybe it was myself
I saw a faint light from the ventilation of the bedroom window
And the street light
Also the air goes in and out of the room
I'm still sipping it
I'm still sipping it for today
I looked back at the dim light and looked for an empty glass
I poured myself back into it
Run out
Turns out, I forgot to buy it back
And I forgot myself
And I needed to go back

People are not happy, so am I.
When you feel you have a great and wonderful life,
they tell you that you don't,
and ruin your day become a part.

You have to grow with a **** life
and people who are not happy always arounds you.
They are you sometimes in others.

You can't be changed by people.
But they always go wherever you go.

People are not happy, so am I.
A modern society life wants you to be like them.
But you are not people who are not happy,
so am I.

Have you ever found me in my blank poetry?
I try to write something.
But it's too hard to think.
So I left my page without ink.

At midnight
I'm still awake
Then I get you from my head
that always shake
And think that you are fake

Many Palestinians died in being killed by Israeli armed soldiers
Why are many citizens of the world silent and as if they don't know anything?
So many people don't care?
They said it is a political problem
They said it is a religious issue
They said even though we speak up it doesn't change anything
This is a humanitarian problem
This is a form of colonization
It is a matter of peace
Those of us who do not live in Palestine may be able to live comfortably and peacefully
Without fear
Without any worries
Without feeling sad
And without crying
But, have you ever imagined how those who live there?
The bomb explosion came unexpectedly
The rocket came unexpectedly
Destroying the buildings
Destroying houses
Destroying residences
Many people have no place to live
Many people are hungry
Many people died and were injured
Many people are sad and grieving
War is not a solution
Occupation must be abolished
Peace has the right to be upheld
Zionism is a form of colonization
Never be silent for all forms of oppression and violence
Because silence is a form of agreement
Be care because we are all human
We are all human
And be human

Beautiful is close to
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it's really
C O O L

It is just only what I think,
and you may reject it.

It will be boring if one day you get someting beautiful of your day
and you never get something fool again,
I said your life is going to be cool.
It means your day will have another colours.
If it happens to you someday,
you will realize that you are in stand away in this universe.
Look at your body from the bottom.
Your feet will step on the ground.
The existence that you might have be found.

If one day,
or maybe that day you realize that,
please follow one way
that it is close to you.
It seems like close with your heart.
It will lead you
and you will get to hear more heartbeats.

You just have to keep me save on your mind that I love you so much.
All of memories about you is always there.
If it happens, it won't make me scared.
Because I think I will be cared.

Should I fall in love with people that I never meet before? I say no, thank you. I don't want to be someone who will fall. Maybe you have to think it is  hard, your life is not to be about fall in love. The problem is why some people think you have to fall when you are in love. I mean let the love fall onto you. But when you don't get it, you just stay that you will be fallen in love by yourself. Please appreciate yourself, day by day, and little by little. It could mean your are in a *******! Never mind! I said thank you.

I stop reading you
I decide to write
I write all about you
You become my poem
I stop reading you
And I get lost
I get you to stop reading me
We are in a story

The moon is calling me
To fly to the night sky
But I do not have a couple wings to go away
And I decide to pray
I wish I could not cry
Because the moon is calling me
And I always stay
But I never try
I wish the moon could read it
My soul is here and also fear
I am so sorry, my dear moon
The beautiful one that
I am looking for every noon

I am sorry, I fail today.
I am not good at all.
I try to be good at all.
I am sorry if I take longer than others.
They always talk to me what my progress.
I always talk to myself that I am always in progress.
I feel like I am failure everyday.

Why some people always ask me what the reason I fall in love with you is?
Is this because from your eyes, maybe?
Is this because from your face, maybe?
Is this because from your cheek, maybe?
Is this because from what I never know and I never tell to you that you have to try to know, maybe?
I fall in love with you
It means that the way I talk to you or the way I treat you better it is all for you that you deserve
Some people cry because they don't have a love back
Some poeple be happy because they have it back
Are some people know that I fall in love with you more, maybe twice?
I feel I am alive when I fall in love
I fall in love sometimes
I stay to fall again in the same place of yours
Maybe, your heart
Maybe, your eternity
That's all I will rise from your prosperity
I am happy and also sad
But I never let demon fed
Because I feel I am not dead

Save me in your poetry.
Then take it away anywhere you go.
You may never forget every single memory.
I hope the past will make learning for us going forward.
The words that you composed for me before
I will never erase from my memory.
Time may still offer,
where is the joy or the sorrow,
where love where is the lie.
Meeting may have been ours.
But now behold,
it turns out that farewell is more than anything else.
Maybe if someday you will find me.
I am always in your poetry.
Because I never went anywhere.
After all, you always carry me too.
And if possible you miss me.
Remember I miss you too.
Read it again.
I just might come back.
But really, I can't really promise that for sure.

I talked to the moon about its light.
I could not see it tonight.
The moon said there are no light for tonight.
Because the stars were stolen.
And the moon felt alone.
And I should be gone.
Falling from the night sky down.

The rose
will hurt you
when you hold on tight.
You may like roses
with his appearance.
It is beautiful with its color.
The rose
will hurt you
when you don't know
how to treat it properly.
Like a love,
which you never care about
and you waste.

I wish you were here.
I need your hug.
I want to lean on you arm
and tell you that my day was going to be bad.
I just want to tell you
and you will hear me.
It's simple.

I act to be happy
and nobody knows.
When I cry,
they know I cry,
but they don't know
that I am sad.

If one day I forget you and you remember me, let me know and tell me who you are because the past always teaches you today.

If one day I forget you and you remember me, don't tell me what we have done before or maybe something that made me forget you, because everyone knows it is hard to remember something that have lost from our memory.

If one day I forget you and you remember me, tell me not to tell to you that you've forgotten me also until I try to remember you, because it is still hard to tell to you that you will remember me when love is gone, or maybe it is not love, just happy past and doing fun.

We will definitely be someone
who is destitute
when it comes to love.

Don't put withered flowers
in your cracked vase.

I need an answer
when you don't give me a question.

Sometimes I feel they don't want to see me.
Sometimes I feel they don't want to see me around them.
Sometimes I feel I need more light even I just have a little.
Sometimes I need the way I can see myself even when I always get lost in many darkness.
Sometimes I feel  I am bad when I am doing something and they want me to be perfect one.
Sometimes I feel I always do wrong.
And
Why?
Sometimes,
I write
and cry
and also pray.

I want to take a closer look at the star in the night sky full of light, how it still shines bright enough even though it is thousands of miles away from my eyes.

I sometimes want to be that star, so that one day when you go far and get lost you will find me there, or maybe will see me, and I will always see you from here.

I want you to still like the light, even though sometimes the dimness doesn't always end up disappearing.

Even a lump of diamond
will remain a diamond
even in a pile of dirt.

I write sometimes.
I read sometimes.
The day is going to be well.
But I feel I am always broken in many unspoken words.
Many poems were written.
Many feelings were poured in many cups of the day I spent too much.
They said, you are overthinking to yourself.
They said, you let more anxiety fill your brain.
I said, maybe this is the last time I will do.
Maybe I will forget the past and hope everyting is going to be fast.
I write sometimes.
I read sometimes.
Everyday I get I always heal myself.
Maybe I was born.
Again.
And again.
And maybe,
I will die everyday too.

When I was a child,
I often played in the field,
played with mud there,
ran on the rice fields,
on the vast expanse of rice,
birds were flying,
chirped sweetly,
the air was fresh,
the smell of dew,
the sun's light was so beautiful shining on a hopeful face,
sweat pouring down,
hope the harvest can go well.

But when I grew up,
I saw that many rice fields became high-rise office buildings,
company factories.
People lost their fields,
were sold to the powerful.
They say,
for development,
for common prosperity.
But,
they destroy the environmental order, waste is scattered,
the soil is completely damaged and excavated.
They displace,
drive away.

They say this is our land.
They are the rich.
Who can manage everything.

I think I know that I've gone too long
I forget the day and also the way
I stand long for the time I think I know the place that I have to know more
Maybe I get lost
Maybe I know I get lost
But I am still thinking I know that I've gone too long
And trying to come back
Do you mind if I come back?
Do you still accept me back?
In your heart, in everything I've done before