Once I was too afraid to
let go
of the things and the

People
that I loved and cared

Too afraid to set free
Or be free from my ego

I was not ready to be
reminded that all things
come to an

End

But fear not because the
greatest feeling
is to learn that

Sunset is as good as Sunrise

i remember the day
when i was considered
relevant.

the urban lights at night
were as bright
as my wake.

i'd wake up noon yet
you'd greet good morning
then my day was made.

you were a gift from
the heavens that i
believe do not exist.

you were my every poem
yes you are poetry
and still my poetry.

you filled my heart
so much that
when you left me
my chest felt heavier.

you, i wish i could
say your name.

but i can't.
i'm a coward.

i chose to stay
silent in the corner.

forced my self to not
get in your way.

but you are happy
without me.

maybe i made the
right decision.

i just hope you made
the right decision too
with the man you
barely met
yet you really loved
more than you could
ever to me.

the nicest thing
about me lately
is that i exist

Send me to hell for all I care
As heaven only matters
If you were my angel

You make me feel
Like thirteen again

In love with someone
With a mouth full of ****

But when you talk
It feels like you're ******* gold
And I love gold
And diamonds too

True; your eyes don't shine like diamonds
But I like how they glitter
Like ******* shards of glass
When you gaze and talk **** bitter

About the music I love
And the music I hate
And it's music to my heart
That you will probably break

And I do care 'bout what you say
Because again

You're ******* gold

Give me some words
And I'll give you three.
No, no, not that one
I can't love you if
I miss you.

existing is exhausting
still wonder
why i haven't stopped.

Lust. The way I starve and crave
For that red voluptuous lips
And the other one underneath.

Gluttony. The way I would never
Have enough of your flesh
And your rawness and innocence.

Greed. The way I will never
Share you with anyone else.
Be with me 'till my days in hell.

Lust. Gluttony. Greed.
It's almost poetry by themselves.
Those words fit each other.

Lust. Gluttony. Greed.
So deadly and yet
We are beautiful together.

Love falls from trees
But hey i aint newton
If it falls i'll try catchin
No logic needed for u
Ouch u hit my head
But my heart u missed, yes
Now my brain is ded
No logic needed for u

tried to write a poem
about how i can't get over
you even if it was over for

me for like a year already but
i'm speechless and i can't
accept that i am

so i just started pressing enter and
leaving spaces every three lines because
space is all that is really there between us.

Perfect little golden fruit
As rare as the freedom you've brought upon
As rare as the fruit itself that brought upon
The soaring feeling of a falling fruit

Perfect golden fruit that was once a flower
A flower which for heaven's mercy bloomed
Dew drops on petals like a groom
It grooves along a rainy shower

Perfect, too perfect and flawless
An escape from this wonderful place
Of rotten carcasses beneath a smiley face
Perfect escapism nonetheless

Too perfect. Shining too perfectly
Even with eyes shut I see clearer
A fruit so **** sweet and sour
That shall it be gone I'll crave death badly

And should perfection leave existence
Darkness will breakout, so does my eyelid
Pure gold fruits are fairytales to begin with
In real typhoons no groom shall dance

the only plot twist
that i need in my life
is us

if thunderstorms are to come
it'd be just like rain
i'll sway and sing tunes
along the electric beats

if tsunamis are to come
it'd be just like beaches
i'll surf along the waves
and will never seek land

if tornadoes are to come
it'd be just like wind
i'll fly my kite above
and will never pull the string

if earthquakes are to come
it'd be just like waltz
i will nail every step
and forever i will groove

if the forests are to burn
it'd be just a bonfire
i'll make tons of smores
and i will never share

if the world is to end
it'd be just a morning
for a world that is burning
is a world that is shining