Last night,
when I closed my eyes,
I saw the moon
so full and so bright.
I fell asleep smiling.

Don't do this, and don't do that,
I heard from every person that I met.
Dreaming of conquering the world,
I wanted to go farther away.
Not letting anyone block my way,
Changing the world would what I say.
But they would always say no,
For every dream I saw,
Any path I walked, was blocked anyway.
My way was broken and shattered,
From the single word they said,"NO".

Today is  worse than  yesterday,
But better than tomorrow.
Today is a lost day
Yesterday was a gift!
But hard to accept this shift.
What is time,
If today is not yesterday?
Look for your day
But don't make of it
A dramatic play!
No ,I don't want to say
That your day is my day .

I am a poet
Who paints with words.
My words are my crayons
Your understanding is
Your new poem .
My poems are inspiring
To all artists
But not all poets .

I often think back
to that letter
I received.

About what would have
happened if I
had read

it instead of letting
my friends choose
our course.

today,
i wore it again
and people complimented me
they say red is my color
and it suits me.

today,
it's too thick and dark
did i overapply
no, it's the right amount
just enough
to make them think
i'm fine.

today,
i look at myself
in the mirror,
and they're right
red shines on me,
so i applied
another layer,
and another
until my lips felt too thick,
but my eyes still see
the scars beneath it.

One morning at sunrise,
I walked the beach
Looking for shells.

High on the bank,
Where no wave could reach,
An old man watched intently.

After a while
He gestured with his hand,
Calling me to him.

"You have many lives to live,"
He said (in a strange accent)
As he picked up a handful of sand
And let it run back to the ground
Through his fingers.

"That's a lot of lives", I said,
Watching the last of it fall
And trying not to look afraid.

"Not the sand in my hand," he said,
"The sand on the beach."
He extended his arms,
Raised his eyes,
Then vanished
Before I could speak.