They're kind of the same:
Falling in love,  
And being sad.
You know that feeling  
when you know in your heart
that the person in front of you  
is gonna fade away little by little,
until you forget about the time  
you spent watching him sing his heart out
until the sun rose,  
and you watched it together.

Yeah it's sad
being in love.

Memories
Do they belong to us
Or the collective of spirits
Past, present, future?
Is this the reality we perceive to be our own
Or are we on an endless loop
The groundhog day of eternity

my poetic brilliance is nothing to boast about;
it is a curse
because the best poets
write with blood, sweat, and tears.

i hope to grow old,
someday,
and be ridiculed for my distasteful,
unwise poetry;
i won't need praise to fill a void in my heart that is meant to be youthful,
i shan't be fruitless and tired;
i will finally be happy.

I wouldn't live on this earth forever
God, I know, I have to say goodbye
But I wanna be in everyone's heart after I die!

I want you to give me the power of knowledge.
I'd like you to let me do some beautiful works.
That will help to make the world of equality!

I don't wanna smile only at sunrise, want it at dusk too!
I don't want this heart to be afraid always
I want the darkness will never back into my life!

Let this life be free for better things
Let it do what's perfect for the future
I want to stay away from all pride!

My erratic heart
won’t allow
a warm, steamy, delicious cup of coffee
nor a refreshing potion of gin
the sensuous dissolving of a bite of cheesecake
in my mouth seems a distant memory
all these minor losses
accrue into a long slow goodbye.