did you
miss
feeling
like this
oh well, baby, i am back
hello,
i'm
here again
i've missed
haunting you
i've missed
the
darkness
inside
your head
i've missed
your
inner screaming
for
help
that
no one
can
ever
hear
i've missed
this
i
won't
go
away
not for a very long time
i
won't
leave
you
as some always do
i'll stay
for as long
as
you give me a reason to
i'll stay
because
i know
how
much
you love
having
me
around

you're allowed to be okay
as you're allowed to be not okay
you're allowed to smile
as you're allowed to frown
you're allowed to dream
as you're allowed to wish
you're allowed to cry
as you're allowed to keep it in
you're allowed to scream
even if it's only inside your head
you're allowed to do whatever the hell you want
as long as it's not against the law (maybe)
you're allowed to be happy

so, why can't you?

we hate it so much when things don’t go our way. we don’t like it when people notice the bad things about us (and comments about it). we get mad when they have opposite opinions or suggestions of what we want.

and it’s normal to feel that way. normal to get annoyed, to get stressed, to feel angry, but it shouldn’t always be like that... because maybe it wasn’t just the right fit. maybe there are more things you need to learn and accept, like his/her opinions or suggestions. maybe we shouldn’t get so full of ourselves to think that we should always be right, that what we want is better. maybe we shouldn’t be like that. because theirs might be the best but because you forced yours to be right, it just gotten worse.

I like how the air smells just before it rains. I like how it turns cold and dark. It makes you want to snuggle more in your bed. I like how the lightning strikes from a distant. Its deep rumbles comfort me and the light it gives is just so beautiful. I like how any mellow music goes with the whole thing just before it rains. It turns the whole song into another level. I like how quiet the whole area goes. It gives you peace and it makes you relax after a long tiring day.

Then the rain will come. Slowly, like it’s unsure if it’s okay just to pour it all out... I like rains. Sometimes it makes me wish for the storm to never end. Its like my whole entire being, baring its soul to the world, the way I couldn’t do it.

playing with words
is so much better than
playing with feelings
be a poet
instead of
a heartbreaker
makes you cooler
or stay
looking like a
“*******”

Lately
I don’t feel close
to poetry.

It feels elusive.
Unfamiliar.
Once it spoke to me.
But now it’s mute.

It sits back
and doesn’t look
at me.

If I call out
it doesn’t hear.

Lately poetry is
like that demon
I used to want
to reappear.