Cry your eyes out,
till they're red and dry,
and no tears will escape,
those soulful eyes.

Lay your head down,
and wait for night to come,
where the peaceful dark,
will become your home.

Wake up to the morning,
and slowly rise,
your eyes feel dead,
yet your body is somehow alive.

Look into the mirror,
try to recognize your face,
let the feeling come back,
when you knew your place.

Cast aside those thoughts,
don't let them bother you,
get set for today,
because today is new.

It's time to fight back,
not silently but out loud,
your glares can combine,
with the strength of your words.

They will not get away,
with their games this time,
because your eyes will catch,
their every crime.

I'm sitting here,
all alone,
enjoying the view.
A blue sky reflected in the sea,
hearing the waves
approaching and crashing the shore,
feeling the sand in my feet,
sinking my toes in it,
the wind abruptly moving my hair
and the sun burning my skin;
While taking a deep breath inhaling peace,
appreciating how magnificent
is the panorama
surrounding my beautiful island.

You are free to read
Free to feel
Free to analyze
Free to unseal

You have the right
To hear through your mind's eye
But you have no right
To judge and criticize

Yes, we are writers
We are poets
We are here to express
We are not puppets

For I am a writer
And I want to show
Every kind of story
That one must need to know

When I say "I"
It wouldn't always means "me"
It could be someone
Can't you hear and see?

I am just me
See it with your mind's eye
A writer that is free
Unless you woudn't try...

It
                           Is
                           An
                           Art
                           Of
                           Thoughts
                           And
                           Feelings
                           Creatively
                           Expressed
                           Through
                           Words......