We wring our veins
write to the stars
fight under the moon
words of passion tune

We write about love
when it seduced
then it wrestled
words of tension swim

Our words of time
moments gone and farmed
sorrows that overload
happiness that swoon

Prime time in the lonely time
when contentment permits
when heaven is locked
and when hell is unlatched

Prime time my bold friends
keep the pen readily primed
undoubtedly trust the script
It will lead to ultimate freedom

A dedication to all the poets here at HP
We write these words on and on, we capture moments, swim the
oceans, object in the courts, run free in the forests. We are not hexed
**just keep writing for one time the primetime will be ours

Inhale the fresh air, exhale the bad thoughts

Walking along the sidewalk, staring at the clouds

Clearing my mind out,
not caring about what's going on

Thinking about you and sending positive vibes your way

Hoping you'll notice me,
but of course you don't know me

My love for you is like a wind

You can feel it, but at the same time you can't see it..

I don't care about what they're saying bad things about me

I don't care if you hate me

I'm just trying to be me, what can I do?

I'm not trying to be cool

You're just judging me

Yet, you're the one bringing up my bad side

Stop acting like we know each other

Stop being like you know my story

But still always remember

I don't care about you.

Earphones and music on, world off

Every time they'll blame me on things, every time I see them coming

Trying not to cry, thinking if they'd be fine if i'm gone.

Tired of this *******,
my music is so loud

Not hearing what they're trying to say,
I don't even care anymore

Listening to my type of songs,
having perfect happiness

Just leave me alone,
I'm doing my best not to cuss.

I'm here at my bed, tugging at my blanket.

Not minding these people surrounding me.

Watching the sun goes down,
it reveals the pink and orange hue of the sun.

Different colors,
slowly showing the darkness.  

Desires of someone,
but actually with no one.

Sunset is romantic when you're with someone,
it would be luck if you have one.

Sunset is sad. Its like you're saying goodbye.

Farewell to the light,
hello to dark.

Here goes the drama part of your day,
especially to those who doesn't usually going to a party.

As the night came,
the stars are out

Here I am outside,
my parents yelling at me to come inside

Ignoring them and just chilling,
they even don't know what the feeling

Fresh air keeping me away from depression,
stops me for thinking anything

My mind right now is thinking about this myth,
if a person dies they'd become a star

I wonder if I die,
where or what would I be, a star or a ghost or what-so-ever

Staring at the waxing crescent moon,
while listening to my favorite music

Out here all night satisfies my whole life.