Shall I watch high to see the birds?
And wish that I could fly along
Knowing that I am in a curse
Why does this feel so wrong?

Shall I listen closer to hear the waves?
And wish that I could play their sound
How can it not be safe?
When I’m here getting drowned

Shall I take a breath just to smell the breeze?
And wish that I could kiss it’s chill
I only choke up when I breathe
Suffocating, but I’m still

But I still feel sand packing in my toes
It wishes to hold me, I cannot go

I have written hundreds of poetry
with sea of hope to the crying stars
but my pen is still bleeding words
that never seem good enough to tell you;
to make you believe—
to help you understand
how much you mean to me
nor to hold you close,
to keep you
from walking out the door

Waking up without a purpose was the usual thing to do,
To find whatever whenever, something that may not even be true.
Lost in an endless loop, I embraced all that came my way.
Without a sense of direction, I just let the waves take me away.

Sleeping for the uncertain was the usual thing to do,
To dwell in the depths of my dreams, was all I have gotten into.
Alone in my mind, I let my thoughts consume me.
Without a sense of time, I let all things happen be.

Nowhere to go, I questioned my existence,
No one to ask, I longed for its significance.

I want to write you a love poem.
I have poetry in my heart but it’s written in a language only a few can understand.
The cracks in my concrete heart are the best place to discover me.
I keep beautiful things there.
The release of my thoughts becomes an art.
Look for the hidden messages in the cracks of my concrete heart.
Search for the roads that no one treads on and create your own path.
Life is too short to leave beautiful words unsaid.
Through pain, I found love.
Through love, I found myself.
The words you patiently long to hear.
I hope those words make their way to your ear.
Those words will eventually make everything clear.
Every time I look into your eyes.
I marvel at the reflection of my smile.
I write to myself but it’s always about you.
I want to write you a poem that your heart has been waiting to hear.
Through pain, I found love.
Through love, I found myself.
I want to write you a love poem.
I just hope you’re willing to listen.
Listen.

The emptiest hearts,
Are the heaviest to carry.

•

Sometimes,


                       People just disregard each others value,



                                      Throwing dirt at each other,

                                                 Pointing fingers to one another,

                           Bashing words that doesn't even exist,



They just don't understand,

                        That somebody are breaking inside,


But those shattered people,

                                                   They just don't show it,

                                          'Cause they want peace and harmony,

                                                      ­       But they are crushed,

                                                     More than you can imagine!






Sometimes,

                        People are just so selfish,



Doing things that just benefit their own selves,

               Not even thinking of the consequences it may turn,



                              But for those people who are breaking inside,



Whom they have bombarded with pain and sorrow,



The coin seems to not favor to them,

         But time will come,

                 It will just flip to theirs.







Sometimes,

                           People are just so watchful,



Of the mistakes of others,

           Even though they have not known them,



Like a dog barking on complete strangers,


                                          Then just like a blinking of an eye,



Overlook all the good side of those people,


                                  'Cause of their own "observing wrong" habits,



They just can't even observe,

      About how people sees them?


Are they pleasing or not?

But sadly,



They aren't admirable,


   'Cause what they are doing,

            Are never gratifying,






Sometimes,


                    People just look into this worldly pleasure,


Wealth and FAME,


          And can sacrifice every dignity they have,

                  All the friends they have,

    And all of the good they have,

                                         Just to obtain this stuff,


The world devoured them,



But remember,

                                No matter how much WEALTH AND FAME,

       That we will possess in this world,

                             If we don't have a heart,

                That loves all humankind,

                         That loves appreciating people,

                 And that has God inside it,



Remember,

All are just nothing.






Sometimes,



                          Peop­le lack these words


LOVE, PEACE, and RESPECT.




                                                  S­adly,

Sadly....






                                  © Earl Jane
                                    ♥ E.J.C.S.

It was a willow tree once there
   At the land of lake and mist,
   It was standing lonely on the shore
   Waiting for a beautiful hand to touch
   Its shining leaves.
   It was a woman in green, wrapped in
   A scarf with autumn leaves,
   Her hair was with honey color
   Her eyes were magnetizing and dark,
   She came to the willow on twilight "
   Rainy clouds gathered with above
   With gray shadows,
   She weeps under the tree and talks to it
   “Oh, willow, where is my beloved…
    since years he went to the land of
    pineapples and sun,
    and then he never returned..
    I promised to wait him every night,
    And every day I light candles and pray.”
   The woman's tears fall from her beautiful eyes,
   They touched the ground of the tree
   And dropped on its leaves…
   “Don't cry, dear “ replied the willow,
    I'm here beside you, I hear and feel,
    I was also a maiden one day in life
    Waiting my beloved I came here to cry
    Near the lake and mist.
    Years passed by ,he never returned
    And my longing increased
    One day I just woke up and found
     My hands transformed into green leaves
     My body " to stem of a willow tree.
    God gave me peace , I'm still crying
    But I don’t wait for him.
    The woman in green was amazed
    She felt suddenly quite inside herself,
    She stood little with opened eyes
    Gazing the lake, then kissed the tree
    And turned away.
    The willow saw her smile, she never came
    Again to the mist and lake land,
    But her autumn leaves scarf is still there…

The worst part
Isn't the pain
Though it hurts

The worst part
Isn't the sadness
Though that's horrible

No,
The worst part
Is the emptiness

That feeling
When you don't see the step
And you fall down

When you try to sit down
And someone's moved the chair

When you reach for support
Only to find it's abandoned you

That is the worst part
Of saying goodbye