O Stranger
come talk to me.

I sit by the fence on a midnight park
trying to chew words I desperately want to speak.
There's no one to listen,
There's no one to tell,
No one to read to
the hundred and one pages
of my twenty one year old story.

I feel all alone,
empty and hopeless.
I am extremely scared,
shivering like a naked child.
The silence is haunting.
This pitch black darkness
endeavors to **** me
inside.

I hold my cellphone,
staring at an empty contact list.
A long, ready and typed txt message
with no recipient in mind.
All it says, "I need you."
My teary eyes are calling for another soul,
Please, I beg. Anyone,
come find me.

I rub my eyes, wiping the dry tears.
With everything a fading blur,
Beneath a faint shadow, I see a girl.
She's crying across the bench to me.
On her own, she sits shaking and solitary.
What is her tale? I need to know.
Now I feel sadder, than I was
before.

Maybe we can share our pain.
Maybe we can help forget.
Maybe we can stay up together, all night.
Maybe, from this painful world,
Maybe, together,
Maybe, we can escape.

But still, I'm afraid to call out.
I don't even know what name to yell.
Mentally, I say this to whoever she is
"I'll keep sitting here across to you,
And hope you're not as reluctant
as this desperate, sad boy."

I'll be here the whole night.
If you look up once,
and see me crying too..
Please

**O Stranger
I'd like to talk to you

I need someone to talk to, someone to hear.
I feel alone in the world, no one is near.
Don’t let me confuse you, a body is here.
A person, a being of such; if you must say.
Not really a person to communicate.
Although we are here, we are not really there.
Two different people, two different worlds, lives lived together yet so far apart.
Sadness pours over me to see such a beautiful love start to wilt.

.
In dusk a cloud moves,
Barely are there any stars
And the sheet drops, sinks,
As lovers we came to this
Gentle pond without guile
Under the willows green,
Set on the banks of whin,
In sight of a stone bridge
And settled in to watch
The swans arrive and go,
Like windy arcs of bounty
Under great falling blanket
Of indigo and gold sparkling,
Enameling eyes of the heavens.

Now, I come to visit alone,
Only memories gliding slow,
Love has fled near after song
The sweetest spring awakening,
How time unveils dark truths,
My hair, it falls in the wind
With the groping willows,
The godly eyes of the skies
Are now mere stars that flash,
My love is betrothed to another,
Still, the cool white swans at dusk
Ride in waters turned shallow, murky
And black as their eyes in day fall,
And yet they remain wondrous,
White rose of my soul,
Drifting away.

How much do I write
to tell the world how beautiful you are?
How many words would it take
to describe your compassionate soul?
How long do I speak for
to let them know how precious you are,
to me and to the world?
How incomplete would I be
to not find home in your embrace?
*Without you, it's always so cold

At some points of my life, I feel completely lost, distracted or in pain,but I keep going, believing that one day everything will be Better.

Walking in the garden,
I stepped onto the grass
Barefoot,
And revelled in the tingles
On the soles of my feet
That made me smile.

The grass was wet.
Absently, I sat myself down
And felt the grass in my hands...
'The grass is wet,' I thought,
'It feels nice, cool and peaceful,
But water doesn't catch fire...'

*Can the fire inside me burn in serenity?
Or will it burn out my peace
And c
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          s
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           e
               me?

you touched me
without using
your hands

it could not
have felt
any better

‘’She has some blood
in her pale hands
that flows down softly
from her veins,
it flows on her fingers
then it goes down,
with little drops
to hit the ground.
She’s surely dead,
and I’m amazed
to see such people…
Getting their life erased,
without even getting that
they have just deleted
all they ever really had ‘’