Being a writer
Is not a part-time job,
Like being a nurse
Or a teacher:
Where clocking in
And out
Is as simple
As lifting and putting down
A pen.

No,
Writers have words
Flowing though their veins;
Poignant thoughts and emotions
Shape and reshape themselves
Into poems in the writer's mind
Almost by instinct.

But
Do not be fooled:
The writer's world
Is no paradise:
Thoughts tug at our brains
In the middle of the night,
Like a child pulling
At its mother's coat
Beckoning us to the page
Where finally we free the thoughts
That have been held captive.

And finally with sleepy,
Satisfied eyes,
We place the final fullstop
On our latest masterpiece
.

with all my flaws, with all my imperfections, let me go or let me be.

In this world you're
either the writer
or the reader;
the creator or
the receiver.

And school never worked
out too-well
for me.

i thought i will be ok
but only for a while was i
but now am clearly not
every time i draw out you smile
it made me realize i would never
draw out anyone's smile perfectly as yours
i go to bed every night avoiding
the deadly truth of me being in-love with you
it's so heart breaking to know
that there's something so call one-side love
it makes no sense that one person
has to hold those feelings that bangs
around inside a soul because there's no place for them
it's so painful to carry those feelings as long as they stay
one side love......where a person wants
to give away those feelings for free
yet no one wants to accept them
i always find something to like about you even in your walk
is it true you never even for once thought of me
even i try to move on over and over
but yet you are still the most handsome of all
you are the reason why i listen to love songs all night
i find beauty in your eyes, your voice
just like when a person is in love
i find no flaws in you at all
i still find it hard to believe
that the so called one-side love really exist
do you by any chance love me secretly?
do you by any chance have a secret picture of me?
only if you could put my flaws behind
we could have been the love birds now.