Sunshine and the warmth of the sand of the beaches
While reading what my favourite poet teaches
Distilled in between lines and lines of words
Lay silent sounds shimmering unheard
But I read through all of them, one by one,
And came across one that weighed a tonne.

I quickly scrawled on a piece of loose paper
In hopes that those ideas won't ever taper.

*
'Tonight My Heart Writes A Sad Song'

Tonight my heart writes a sad song.

I will write for example ' My heartbeats sings the blues
And the night sky is shaking in silence'.

The stars dimming with every fresh breath of air.

Tonight I can write a heartbreaking song.
I gave my heart to her and she left the next day.

Through nights like these, I sat under the stars
Watching her smile lit like fireflies in the night.

She loved me once, and I loved her too.
Who wouldn't find love within her smile?

This night, I write the saddest song.
To think I held her in my arms before I held empty air.

To hear the sour surrender of silence
I used to hear her laughs, now my musical tunes tired.

What does it matter where she is.
For I know ingrained in my whole, she is not here.

Tonight I will write of emptiness like a sky
That is staring down the Earth without a light.

My eyes gazed upon the faint stars, praying it was her
My heart has found her, missing from my eyes.

The night sky casing us all, changes when morning arrives
And so like us, we too change when time comes.

I no longer hold her that's true, but with a million hearts I loved her.
My songs from my heartbeat, I hoped reached her ears.

Somewhere else, she will be somewhere else,
Showing her shine of a smile to other beings.

I love her no more, just the disdain that kept me going.
Maybe I do love her for my heart faults without her.

Though I held her in my embrace, empty nights like these,
I wished on a falling star to hold her.

Although I had not been blessed by a thousand stars to get to love her,
I let my heart write a sad song in hopes she can hear their beats.

Dear Me

I'm completely at peace with being alone
I love the direction my life is heading
I am a valuable person
I am in the memories of those who know me
I am lovable.

P.s Late april fools.
          
           Best regards Me

Are we official enough,
To go and do stuff?
Are we official enough,
To fall in love?
Are we official enough,
To eat till stuffed?
Are we official enough,
To finally wake up?
Are we official enough,
To finally break up?
Are we official enough,
To finally make up?
Are we official enough,
To finally unite us?
Are we official enough,
To make love?
...
Are we official enough,
To have kids?

Well the stages
Were lit for these people
And those pages,
Demanded another sequel.

The stroke of a pen,
The swipe of a blade,
Dare to do this again?
Do I let myself be afraid?

Each sequential simile,
Painted the portrait
That was given to me
of emotional anguish and torture.

While sunbathing in the shadows
I let the thoughts consume me
And as I'm alone, praying not to explode,
I remember the way that you'd hold me.

I was breathing, speaking, hurting,
a mask behind a rugged shell that was forgiving,
But under a slight gap in an undrawn curtain,
I was struggling, grieving, and tired of living.

The stage was roaring,
Viewers were watching, laughing,
And as I watched their smiles soaring,
I convinced myself to stop cutting.*
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I am not one day closer to death
I am having one extra day of living
And if I shall witness my final breath
I am leaving this world singing.

When I was a kid
I was taught that
'humans have
always been
a part of
atrocities'

I started questioning
"What was an
atro - city?"

Oh how I've grown
since then.
To witness true
atrocities.

Speak to the heart,
Because sometimes the mind is clouded.

There was a time when I gave you all that I could give
I've lived moments of my life in the sheer pursuit of you,
trusted you, refuted the news that you have found
and bound yourself in the hidden part of someone's heart.
There was a time when I knew what I was doing
choosing between what I really wanted and what I needed
succeeded in pushing smiles to frowns and ups to downs
I've been around this part of life for a long time.

There was a time when I gave you all that I could give
I've lived moments of my life, just hoping you would notice
but the days seem hopeless when your smile settles stitched
betwixt the happiness of another person. This heart feels frozen,
dilapidated by chosen mistakes, seems that my face
wears the sullen blame of losing what was left of this heart.

This heart seems to beat faster than I've thought possible
in hopes that you hear it's messages, the passages of confession
a relayed succession of beats like the roar of a drum.

But the days seem hopeless.
The closest I've come to being happy
was thinking back on the laughs we shared.
Oh, but it's all a distant memory now.
Goodbye beautiful girl,
I'll always remember you in my heart.

You are darkness
Because you are a de-light.
You are more than getting rid of coins,
Because you are more than de-cent.
When I'm with you I can't hear anything,
Because you are the death of me.
I think we are going to get married,
Because I can hear wedding belle.
It would be an issue if I was lion to you,
Because you are the mane reason I'm honest.
I looked over the corner,
Because my interest piqued....

I've been lost for most of my life, every wrong step taken in the dark, every turn and twist; tripped over my shoelaces many times and just in constant fear of things. I'm scared that nothing I could do for you ever goes right, I want to tell you I love you face to face, under the light of a million stars. I want to hold your hands, watch as the path we take fill with the indents of our footsteps. I want to kiss you under the moonlight, let you know that with the power of us combined, everything will be alright. I want so much for everything to work out, but sometimes reality is a bit different. What I'm really scared of the most now is, that I might not be the knight in pink armour you were expecting and I might fall short. I wish so hard I could be that perfect guy for you, the right one for you, but what if I'm not. There's no words I could describe you, except that you have a soul I would cross mountains, swallow razor blades for. I'd let myself bleed out if it meant that my blood could somehow make you happy. I'd give anything for you, I just hope that you realise that. You are the best person in my life. I love you so much and just the thought of you leaving, it's a bit of a heartbreaker in itself, tear inducing, heart hurting, stomach churning, blood boiling, bruise causing thought. I don't know how that three word could ever measure up, heck it might not ever measure up to how I really feel. I love you. I just love you so so much. In the same time, I'm scared when I finally tell you, you won't stay.The thought itself is killing me. Babe, there's nothing in this world that you don't deserve. You are the epitome of caring souls, kindness, beauty and much more. I just hope that this message reaches you and that no matter what happens, there's a loser who will love you with all his heart. You showed me what true love is, and in return I hope you'll give me the chance to show you the world, to show you how I see you, because in my eyes , you are everything. You are the breath of fresh air, to the light of the night stars. I love you princess, your weakling loser.....

You are the reason my heart beats. You are everything. You are the sounds of my heartbeat and you are the only thing I want to see between each blink.

Virginia Woolf and poetry
No one seemed to notice me
Being young was getting so old
Cheap beer and cigarettes
Life was like a movie set
And I seemed to be given no role

But in times of trouble
I can turn to my mother
And I know that she gon’ understand
So at age 18
I cried to my mother
And she told me, “young man”

“There are moments when you fall to the ground
But you are stronger than you feel you are now
You don’t always have to speak so loud, no
Just be as you are
Life is not always a comfortable ride
Everybody’s got scars that they hide
And everybody plays the fool sometimes, yeah
Just be as you are”

They played me on the radio
And everything was changing, so
I thought I was all the way grown
But I can still remember in that cold November
When I realized I’m all alone

But in times of trouble
I can turn to my mother
And I know that she gon’ understand
So at age 22
I cried to my mother
And she told me, “young man”

“There are moments when you fall to the ground
But you are stronger than you feel you are now
You don’t always have to speak so loud, no
Just be as you are
It doesn’t matter if you become some star
Life is better when you open your heart
You don’t always have to act so hard, no
Just be as you are”

If I’m speaking truthfully
I’m not who I used to be
And I know some people might laugh
‘Cause my music doesn’t sound the same
And my head’s no longer shaved
I’m worried if I’m on the right path

But in times of trouble
I can turn to my mother
And I know that she gon’ understand
So at age 26
I spoke to my mother
And she told me, “young man”

“There are moments when you fall to the ground
But you are stronger than you feel you are now
You don’t always have to speak so loud, no
Just be as you are
It doesn’t matter if you become some star
Life is better when you open your heart
You don’t always have to act so hard, no
Just be as you are”

Be as you are

What is being beautiful?
Is being beautiful about the greatest figure?
Or who has taken the most pictures?

For me,
Being beautiful has less to do with looks,
and more to do with heart.
The way kindness seeps in at the start,
it would transform people to a work of art.
Beautiful isn't in the physical appearance,
It isn't about acne and clearance,
it is the one that you hold dearest,
As though their heart is of solid gold,
so the saying that is quite old,
'Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder',
so when models give of a cold shoulder,
Or the way celebrities form boulders,
From the bodies of their fans,
so amongst the waving hands,
I can truly say, not everyone is beautiful...

Beauty doesn't stem from the eyes,
It stems from a beautiful heart,
Beauty doesn't stem from a disguise,
It stems from a kind finish and a kind start.

Being a brother means
Checking for the monsters under the bed
And not becoming the monsters.

Being a brother means
Being the one to chase away the nightmares
And not be the cause of the nightmares.

Today I stand on my two feet as an older brother.

She sat with her arms folded across from me,
she told me a story of a lovely, little, lonely bee,
She said, it bumbled and buzzed towards a big tree,
It was mesmerized by how such a big tree came to be,
The bee would do circles around the tree in exhilaration,
Buzzing bee had a strange feeling of contemplation,
So it flew in one spot buzz, bzz , bzz till one day,
Another bee came to the exact spot without a word to say,
And flew circles, squares just the way he did.

She told me the moral of the story that,
Although the two bees never had a chance to meet,
If fate intertwined they met and will continue to meet,
She places her hand on top of my hand on the table,
I looked at her with a playful smile here....
"Do you think feat is the present of fate....eat ate?"

A smile lit across her face and I felt I knew of certainty once again.

Being fine with being you,
It's not a struggle that is new,
We battle the demons inside,
Ever since we were five,
Keeping them alive,
By feeding them insecurities,
They need to survive.

Unhappy with our own bodies,
As though big thighs,
Meant being ostracized,
I personally prefer bigger thighs,
Not for the thought of bearing child,
But that they are fine not living lies,
That they could flaunt their mind,
Above the shallow part that is their body.

I remember one day of school,
Being in a restroom, peeing in a ******,
Clinging onto my exposed genital,
A boy who gazed upon my manhood,
Tell me that I was made wrong.
That because my genitals wasn't long,
Somehow I was never right,
Between being too white,
Being an ugly sight,
Regarding my genitals I didn't give a *****.

So purposely I burnt myself on sunlight,
Days out in the open sun in hopes for a tan,
And that was when it finally began.
Words of how I might get skin cancer,
If I ever wanted to get any tanner,
And yet I still took the risk,
Because being accepted for being darker,
Meant being more spiderman less Peter Parker.

Now that I am where I am,
I am fine with who I am,
Because who I am,
Is a path I can't escape,
So I embrace it,
And even if I wore no cape,
Was no superhero to others,
Was different to another,
I was finally able to be more me,
And less like others.
What's good about being a white sheep,
Be a unicorn, be a black sheep,
Because people never count on black sheeps,
To fall asleep.

You are you,
You are beautiful,
You are amazing,
You are you.
And
You are perfect.

Her name was Lucy,
Folded paper planes
always chased pouring rains
just because she believed
that there's a rainbow awaiting.
She threw herself
into torrential turmoil,
ate apples that turned spoilt
because an apple a day
kept the doctors away.

She is now nineteen
and no matter how
many years it has been
she'd visit the same sights
visit the same scenes
waited for the storm
to clear up.

Her name was Lucy,
Folded paper planes,
threw them into the air
hoping that they'd reach space,
but she's come to realise
it's all a mistake.
Sometimes she waited for the storm
to end,
shelter and defend against the rain,
but sometimes,
she would question the rainbow;
and this brought upon more questions,
on whether angels were built
with halos
or whether angels merely bought them.

She told me once
'This isn't really living is it?
Chasing the pouring rain
hoping to find something
that will keep me sane.
Throwing paper planes
that fall to the ground
when the air is gone
and the two merely
washed away.'

Her name was Lucy,
Folded paper planes,
and she couldn't
ever understand
where her life was
supposed to begin.

So a reminder from me:
Fold your paper planes
let them soar
and keep them afloat,
because one day
they will guide you to
a rainbow.

They scream my name out of anger,
If I held my head up high,
They would cut me down.
If I held my head down low,
They raise me up,
Just to cut at me once more.

Nestled in the comfort of my own home
I looked to the streets that lay beneath
Witnessed gaps in smiles and holes in teeth
I looked from four floors up feeling like the king of Rome
I looked down upon them as I ran through my perfect hair, a comb.
I have hidden away like a blade inside a sheath,
For foul creatures and poverty stricken lay underneath
And the same roads with them, I will not be forced to roam.

Praise the strength of the less fortunate they said,
Praise what? The pathetic poor peasants?
If I could, I'd have them strung limb to limb like pheasants
And remember my last request shall I be on my deathbed
Let no man who is poorer than I, be within my peripheral sight
For I know that they have not deserved the right.

Maybe you weren't made to be different
Maybe you weren't made to be the same,
I do know that you were made to be you.

You were my best bet,
Not someone to be won,
Not something I gamble on,
You were my best bet,
To be what humans call the one,
But the notion of betting has long gone,
Because with you nothing could go wrong.
I could hold my head in my hands,
Think of all our little beautiful plans,
Cherish one another like albino and tans.
You were my best bet
The one who I could never forget,
A heart and soul of gold, a perfect set,
But we haven't solidify anything to treasure yet,
Because even though you were my best bet,
You were also my last bet.

You were my last bet,
Because I unwilling lost,
And subsequently I'm feeling lost,
But if our paths should cross,
Just know that words won't be loss,
But the photographic memories set in gloss,
Will remind us of the way our teeth sat across,
One another like dental floss.

She and I, we lived completely different lives
like night and day trying not to be afraid of being in between.
I've seen a dark sky eclipse the brightest days,
the highways drenched in complete silence
a timeless space where no cars are passing by
and you and I were forever destined to go separate ways,
except we weren't really moving.

I've lived through the Hellos and I've survived the goodbyes
the wind might cry but I'm certain we were meant to part...
Because she and I, we lived completely different lives
like tangent lines, never meant to be together forever
just an effort to prolong the possibility of being apart.

Because she and I, we lived completely different lives...

I love you,
A million things come from just three words,
But when I say I love you,
It goes beyond words, I want to love you the way birds,
       Love.

     I want to love you like an albatross,
Reminisce on how our paths cross,
      Hold you in my giant wingspan forming a lover's cross.
Let you make your mark across my breast, crisscross,
To let you know that no matter how far I fly,
     Whether I'm low or a mountain's summit high
   My heart will always ever be yours.

   But that might not be enough
Because love is more than just things and stuff,
   So when I say I love you,
I want to love you like a seagull,
       Keep you sheltered under my wings, keep you whole,
I want to love you like a seagull,
      Tell you, like a seagul stealing food, is my heart you stole.
I want to hold you under my wings and lift you up,
      Or let you fly freely when you've had enough.

I just want to love you,
     Love you like expression of birds,
For I want it to be felt not heard,
           And that's why I want to be your loverbird.....

      But what is loving you really?

She sat there with a blindfold across her eyes,
He sat there with a blindfold across his eyes.
Across one another on a mahogany table,

He started to speak of his past and his fable.
'I love dogs and I love to look at the night sky'.

She spoke of things she couldn't afford to buy,
"I love to shop because it helps the economy,
But mostly it helps one person look pretty, me".

Without sight of her , he shared his false word,
'You look as pretty and beautiful as a pristine bird'.

The blindfolds lifted between the two,
And he did not look red or look blue,

Even if she had a burn scar across her face,
And he said 'You're as intriguing as space'.

She blushed and asked one question,
"Do you still think I'm beautiful?"

And so he spoke of his confession...
'Beauty is in the soul and yes you are beautiful'.

The night came to an end and he hesitantly reminded her,
'You can buy anything  to look pretty for you already are...pretty'

And with a grin and a smile across her scarred face she replied,
**"And no one with a heart as golden as yours"

Spring time dew drips onto a blossoming bud
Each a piece of sustenance for a growing life
Enchanted by a combination of mere light
It starts to sprout leaves and stand firm.

They exclaimed of the beauty of a poppy
I knew little on flowers nor its effect
For all I could see did not reflect
the true art of growing a flower.

I watched the flower open up;
it's petal pushed pride upon its stem
But I knew little on flowers once again
And all I could see held no value.

The flower spoke to me by the breeze
A gentle aroma to remind me to 'open up'
and most nights, a poem is merely close enough
But coated words can only confuse the soul.

So I open up to you

You who have told me to **** myself
As though you build a life raft
and with blinding rage labeled it help
only to ever refuse me a seat.
You told me I was dressed like a furniture
as though wood and fabric could ever
equate to the spirit and soul of a man,
because the soul of a man can grow infinite
And in that brief second, that brief minute
your words left your mouth; you fired artillery
a mistaken hatred poured from your lips
to those who may have unshapely hips
to those who found it harder to deal with you
than it was to sit a ******* calculus exam.
...
It didn't have to be this way;
you didn't have to find those things to say,
as though the way I'm dressed
was only ever meant to impressed blind hearts
so you found time to tear me apart
just because I had on clothes that did not match yours
nor did dress as though I was built to mop floors
but I dressed as I liked.
I dressed as I liked
And after meeting you
an infinite closet
became minimised to
'Maybe I'll just stay inside'
and life became an everyday game of
hide and seek where those hiding
didn't really know what they were hiding from.
I've seen your smile as I let out a single sigh
between broken words, you tainted my spirit
And you burned fires with something fierce.
'I did not get hurt by your words',
I'll tell myself over and over
hoping that maybe this chapter has a closure
so I awake to every morning, avoiding your stares
hoping that you weren't there
because out of all the places you could be
you demolished your way into my world
and fired trajectories of hate only to ever make one mistake
you never really took the time to know me.

Those words didn't hurt me...
I kept telling myself that...
And those artillery made no impact...
I kept telling myself that...
hoping that none of it were true
that you were wrong
because out of all the pain I felt
it all originated from you.

I didn't know I was supposed to cry at a joke
...

I am not a book you can put down and pick up when you're up for it,
I am not the chorus of a song, I am the song in its entirety
I will  inspire to be a better person in the name of you,
I would choose to walk to the ends of the universe and pray not to fall,
only to have fallen into an abyss waiting for you,
only to have fallen so far in love with you.

I am like a rolling thunder constantly in movement,
I am human and my human heart is falling apart,
the alarms are ringing in my ears and my tears,
only feels the fear that my shivering hands feel.
I am human and my human heart is beating itself up for you.

I am not a book you can put down on a shelf to collect dust,
I am not the crumbs and crust at the end of what is left of a pizza,
nor am I a people pleaser, I am the embodiment of a raging storm
chose to conform to its environment because fighting a futile fight
is pointless.

I am not an owl awake in the night because I chose to stare at stars,
I am filled with scars that I am hoping the trail of a shooting star could fill,
the night ink drenched on a broken quill, the missing smile,
the living portrayal of denial and a hurting heart.

In my mind we are forever together, in my mind I am holding you,
sober news sounds better than drunk news, the world is safer
the later the hours turn and arm in arm, we are close.
I will always close my eyes and dream of that better life I painted,
even if it is tainted with the wet stains of streaming tears, I close my eyes
painting blue skies with a figure filled with dried eyes where cries
are silenced.
I am still painting, that Disney wedding embedding costumes into mind,
I might be blind but I'll still find my way to your arms, and each scar
is dissipating, the world is levitating on our shoulders
but it doesn't matter.

Please tell me I am still dreaming...because I would rather be dreaming
than imagining...

I am not a book you can put down and pick up when you want,
I am not a picture book with figures erased and faded ink, I am sinking...

I am not a book you can put down so ...please can you come pick me back up?

They say noon,
Will come soon,
And the moon,
Won't be gloom,
Like a womb,
A human room,
To hold life.

I poured tears into my pillowcase again last night,
I really hope this feeling of losing love goes away.
I haven’t been talking for a while, nothing to say,
because when i do speak, my voice becomes tight
trying to choke away the tears and I’m scared i might,
Break down in front of my family in the light of day.
I tried telling my heart, no your love will not decay...
But I’m gambling in the hopes of a dimming light.

I sat idle by the window waiting for your call,
I receive a text instead that reads "we need to talk".
I feel a damp stream down my face, and my heart race as I start to bawl,
And I feel myself breaking as I see visions of my body outlined in chalk.

Devastation and panic sets in over my soul,
I wonder if it was an impending heartbreak.
I could feel anguish subsumed into my being as though I was a blackhole,
This was when my body decided to give up and I started to shake.

Quiver, shiver, seizures as my head fell upon my pillow,
The body fluids still secreting from my once bright eyes.
I rolled into a ball and held myself resembling an armadillo,
And that was when I realised "forever and love" were all lies.

That night as I cried myself to sleep, I had recurring nightmares,
Of you trying to leave and me hugging myself to sleep.
I then realised that from the start we were always in need of repairs,
And as a result it became discerned that you weren't mine to keep.

I retrace my steps
Pacing back and forth
Twice over and over
Clenching my palms together
Holding in breaths of air
Exhaling as I take another step
I start questioning myself,
'Surely you're going crazy?'
I exchange common courtesy
With my own self
'Yes you surely are sir',
Breathe in, breathe out
Inhale, exhale,
Looking into a mirror
That hangs above a vase
Filled with decorative roses
'You look good?'
Questioning myself again
'Oh yes you do, sir' speaking
to my own voice once again.
'Do you deserve to date her?'
Interrogating my own mind
'I don't know , sir'.

The door opens,
'This is the moment
You've been waiting for
This is the moment
That the course of your life
changes', I tell myself.
She walks through the door
Her pretty eyes that she claims
is 'an optical sight and
nothing more'
Oh but I knew it was more
It was her soul
Completely and so utterly
Beautiful.

Her beautiful eyes meet
my ordinary dull eyes.

It was a vacuum, airless lands
And I stood with jaws agaped
Over her pristine gem like beauty
Her smile rained jewels from her teeth.

The best things in life
Leave you breathless
And she, was better than best
She was priceless.

Priceless princess prance
With twists and turns in her step
And while others crawled
Priceless princess leapt.

She leapt right into my heart.

Love is like a bridge that connects
Two together towards a world
Where thoughts and sense of security
ran wild.

We create little worlds with each person
and with each person leaving
our little worlds vanish with them.

I love you for all your petals
That shared a different scent
No matter how the skies bent
I love you for all that settles.
Each stones, each pebbles
Built a bridge with dents
And soon all of it went
away.

I love you beyond my understanding
And as long as you are happy
I can gaze at the stars dancing
And know that I have loved you correctly
Without ever needing your love
In return.

I do not love you as if to own you in chains,
I seek not to possess nor capture your heart,
I chose to love you with my being and heart,
No matter what that entails.

And if letting you go to the man you dream of,
Then I will always let loose the lines that connect
me to you.
Just to see you smile.
I wonder how many ways I can say I love you,
But now I wonder not
For I have found I need not show you my love
As I only want to see you happy.

'Don't chase girls. Chase a career. Chase enough money and girls will come. Don't dwell on heartbreak, work yourself to death and don't get married, the next time I meet you better be at your funeral because you have worked yourself to death'.

One and half year later
'This is my girlfriend. We're getting engaged. Yeah chase love. It's beautiful'.

It was said
I was a kid,
Where life seemed
Like a purposeless lid
Covering pots and pans
That weren't ever to be seen.

I remember throwing
A temper tantrum;
I ran my head against
A brick and broken beam
Till my head bruised
Black and blue.
It was no suicide attempt;
It was said
I was a kid,
Where life seemed
Like a purposeless lid
Covering pots and pans
That weren't ever to be seen,
It was a cry for attention.

On one day,
After not having my way,
I fell into my daily routine,
To run my hard & hot head
Into a brick and broken beam,
Except this one day;
No black and blue bump was left
But a scrape of my giant forehead,
And as I bled, I remember blood
dripping into my eyes, crimson tears,
filled my soul and my aching day,
So completed in emotions of dismay;
I told myself 'I'll stop hurting myself,
over small and dumb stuff",
...

But came next day,
I fell into my daily routine,
To run my hard & hot head
Into a brick and broken beam.
It was said
I was a kid,
Where life seemed
Like a purposeless lid
Covering pots and pans
That weren't ever to be seen,
Looking for attention from
a mum who never saw me hurt myself
and a dad buried in the ground;
unable to even hear my cries.

It was said
I was a kid,
Where life seemed
Like a purposeless lid
Covering pots and pans
That weren't ever to be seen,
so instead i covered my life
with bruises and bumps.

You and your kind
Infested the school halls
Crushed souls with dodge *****
Cheered on blood and bruises
Silenced what the heart chooses
By brutishly brandishing names like ******
As though following love made people psychopathic,
You never understood the pain

You built bridges out of our hurt emotions
And told us to cross them
As though underneath our feet weren’t deep oceans
Of pain and tears
That we bled by bleeding our eyes dry.

You use to leave me breathless once,
Now you just leave me.
It is only fair that I do the same.
Bye to the game of chasing love,
Bye to the constant attempt at your heart,
Bye to the hope that we might align once again,
Bye to any future I might have with you.
Simply short Bye.
I can't do this anymore.

I have always tried to write
So that my demons are kept away
Not everyone puts up a fight
And so the demons see light of day.

I write this last piece for the friends
Who have seen me through insanity
For those that believe that 'things end'
And now my words are living in vanity.

Thank you for the multiple experiences
Showing me that life in essence is beauty,
That there lies things beyond appearances,
And now I guess I've served my time, done my duty.

I bid you all a fine farewelll
Praying for all of you
To live life in swell
And escape matrimony with feeling blue.

I wanted my last poem be a tribute to my girlfriend.
I am no longer going to write on hellopoetry.
I've said it a few times before but could never find myself saying goodbye properly; but this time I'm making the effort.
Goodbye everyone, I love you all.

Go do amazing things Liz, I believe in you. Remember, life is more than just people's words and judgements, don't let people tell you what you can or can't do. You write from such raw emotions, I want you to know I think your writing is beautiful. Don't let your past dictate your future, it's not the shadows that show us where to go, but the light ahead of us.


Rachel: don't ever give up writing, just know I'll always read your poems.

Jo; don't forget it I'm proud of you. I've seen you be strong little football star, so I know you are strong.

Lere; I know we've been a little distant but you got life handled little bro, keep staying strong.

Wardha; I know stressful moments feels like they come more often than they go away but I'm certain that one day you'll find moments where stress, sadness all dissipates. I hope you find it but for now all I can say is I thank you for being my friend.

And Delilah: you are amazing in so many ways and you should really see yourself through my eyes one day, keep fighting, you know I'm cheering you on from afar, you know I'm always a message away- don't give up, life is so much more. Hang in there dee. I am right by your side whenever you need me

Goodbye