If i told you i needed help
would you listen?
Or would your silence
Echo off the walls.
See my life is like a car,
Sometimes moving fast
And other times so **** slow.
If i told you i feel hurt inside
would you not just hear
but listen
to what i said
I need someone to care.
Im tired of trying to fight alone.
Im tired of trying to survive at a table for one.
If i told you
I cry all over my body
And each tear is a knife
And they are leaving scars on my flesh,
Would you cut me a bandage,
Sop up my blood,
Or leave me to bleed out.
If i told you
I was alone and my demons are taunting me
would you get me out
Or would you keep walking
or keep scrolling...
Im not begging for attention,
But one cannot be expected to be alone and silent like a life long detention.
If i told you
I was ready to confess everything
Come clean from my secrets,
Strip myself naked so you could see my imperfections
would you care even the slightest bit
Or are you so selfish
And so ignorant
To walk on
And leave this person to die.
If i told you i was ready to die
would you blame it in cliche,
Or believe it and save me from damnation
Its time to think.
It could be up to you
This isnt just my world,
Its yours, too
and dont you want to be
somebody
To someone?
I need you.
Because all of these "if i told you's
Are becoming
**im telling you

Some people act like doing favors and pretend they seek nothing
in return. But i've looked at their eyes listened the tone of their
voice and saw the truth between the lines.
It's about power, makes them feel superior, in control, but all they do
is creating chaos and seeing where the chips fall to hell with the
consequences. It's like a complex, do a favor for one person, someone
else suffers. Doing good things is also a warning. Ιdealism can easily become dogma and dogma to fanaticism.

You are so **** and hot to look at
When you gorge on that strawberry
I remember the time you showed me
How you like your fruit to be -

You licked it making sure it’s wet
I gasped when the coldness hit me
You nipped and peeled the skin gently
My ***** heaved wantonly at the touch
You ****** with ardour all the juices
My mind ran havoc not knowing what to do -

You stare and wink at me naughtily
That devilish grin now you just make
You know that I recall what you did
When you tasted and I was your fruit

I get lost in your kiss
                   Yet feel at home on your **lips

I'm learning a lot lately
I hated  problems and wished them gone...
Wished my troubles would disappear
This is not the way of life

We need problems to grow
They make us better people
They shape our best character
They teach us to pray, hope and fight
We become stronger

Life is a product of the good and bad
Next to victory there is a problem
Beauty comes with suffering
Diamonds are buried beneath the surface
Nothing good comes easy

To live is to struggle
To triumph, battles must be fought
There is no peace devoid of war
After light must come darkness
In the end we will learn to survive
We will master the seasons

Our problems shall crown us
Problems shall make us wealthy
And they will make us famous
We will be the Kings

I'm tired of writing poems
about staying up late and
sleeping all day because
you're haunting my thoughts
and creating sweet dreams
because you do not own me (
that's what I would say
if you did not own me I'm
tired of our routine but
never tired of you)