I should be happy but  i am not...
oh...here is scorching hot...

i want to cry...
no one cant feel my heart
so i should die...

i want to fly...
but on the sly...

maybe no one like my poems...
it s because no one feel my heart...
it is my problem...

i m so sad... sometimes i speak to myself..
others think i m mad...

my friend is my inner child...
i like her a lot...

some times she make fun of me
& i laugh a lot....

Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.

Don't approach a dog unknown to you
Holding out your hand, making eye contact
You may frighten him
Let him come to you

Don't write a poem uninspired
It won't work out
In good time
Let it come to you

Don't go out there seeking love
Like a child with a butterfly net
Live your life
Let it come to you

No one loves me
I'm not worth a single drop of blood

It would be wasted
If you spilt it for me

And dry your tears
For I'm the only one that has to cry

This time,
So there's no use shedding them for me

Sometimes, I wish I knew
How to disappear completely

So no one would remember my voice
Have no memories with me

I feel like life
Would merrily move along

If I were just simply
Gone
                     Gone

    Gone.

life a two way street .
love true an warm
but only one sided.
every thing to
please her you see .
i give my love.
i give my soul  to
please her needs
an wants.  but my
love is strong.
nothing but tea  leaves
in glass. an  try to read the future.
of my love an  me .
will this be a one sided
forever more.
it's ok i love true
as the seven sea.
i'am true blue you
see . because i'am not
the boss  she is  
the boss.
an i love her.

Its alot to take in.

The thoughts that overwhelm you.
The pain in your chest.
The tight knots in your heart.

You want to cry
But you're too numb.
Too tired.
You want to die.
But you're too scared.
Too hopeful.

It replays in your mind.
The what-ifs. They are infinite
They send you into oblivion.

Shes smiling.
Shes crying.
Shes angry.
Shes twirling her hair.
Holding her arm.
Biting her lip.
Watching Tv.
Playing a video game.
Crying herself to sleep.
Talking to the one she adores.

And you will never be hers.
Then like a truck, it hits you.
You will always be alone.

Missing a ghost never to be.