A paintbrush makes lines
thin and long, connecting
it's almost like a song
a melody of art, as the paintbrush whisks away
people crowd around her, asking what it is
she ignores them, just carrying on with her art, making beautiful colors from her fingertips
nobody else can feel the way she does, when painting,
you feel in another world, a land of imagination
when it is finished, they are in shock, awe
as all the lines exploded into one amazing piece, she is now a work of art

Sometimes, thinking about life
going deep into thought, thinking about every aspect of it
every detail, every particular thing, but still i
cannot figure why we are here,
what we are supposed to do,
I'm dumbfounded by the complexity of the reason
i am in awe, speechless, as i search endlessly for an answer
All i do is pass time, doing things people do
but why on this earth, we belong
what sort of reason has brought us here, we will never know
time is a concept, as we can never truly tell
when this fantasy will end, we do not know
any day now, tomorrow may not come, is my fear of living

The "One" for you is:
The person that makes you Laugh
The person that makes you Happy
The person that makes you Confident
The person that makes you a Pretty Mess
The person that makes you *Think about them non-stop
The person that makes you **Want to be with them

It's 3 AM, again.
I'm staring at my phone.
I'm hoping that you'll text me, sitting all alone.
My hands are shaking badly
Waiting for your reply
we haven't talked in a while, not for a few days
Then you decided you didn't want to stay
Well, It doesn't matter now
you're gone anyway
I'm always hurt in some cruel kind of way.
but I'm still hoping
and I'll still wait
until you come back, some day.

It's 3 AM, Again.
I'm staring at my phone.
I'm crying, I'm hurting and I'm wishing you were home.

To be a poet, you have to experience:
Love
Pain
Sadness
Happiness
Joy
Anxiousness
Almost every emotion, to be able to feel
them in your poems,
you need to reach into your soul, and create things from your heart
to be a poet

Love, what a beautiful essence,
But now I'm anti-depressants
"Hey, are you okay?" they say.
They don't know what i have to go through every day.
Sometimes It's hard to stay, i want to fade away, run away, i feel like melting clay.
I wish there was a happy pill, to make all of your problems pour into a landfill, instead i have to take pills and get a daily fill. I'd ****, just to be happy, I always feel ******, my lungs just feel sappy, like they're gonna collapse. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack, is this god's pay-back, watching him lay back while i get all this pain, My heart's in vain, all the colour's gone, im going insane, I stare at a window pane as i watch the rain, Life used to be sweet, like a candy-cane. But now I'm in the depressed lane, I'm mentally insane.