Im out of ink
Im out of battery
And i cannot write one poetry
Atleast after this

Twas my last color of hope
Twas my last energy of will
One can say recharge
One can say reprint

But what is passion
Without the captain's certainty
What is passion
When one gives up about its own

Nothing

A poet is nothing without poetry
But poetry are nothing without readers
Which means
Mines are nothing

i saw it and i watched it
the stars did it, the stars wrote it

the stars above wrote out destiny
the destiny of not having each other

a dark deadly poison
created by desperation
fooled by the minds illusions
caused by the greatest delusions
anger once peace
filled with blood
and catastrophic events
a brute, once a man
paid the debt of a life time
the heart once whole
now buried together with it's pieces
those pieces were seeds
of a man's becoming
watered by every teardrops
caused by his one and only sadness
a decision who he thought could repair
an action out of despair
in the end it was a mistake of an unforgiving consequences
once a blind, now wide awake
and all he can see are regrets of tommorow

I saw a star
A wishing star
It was far but i reached it
I grabbed it and caged it
I forced out the light, the magic, the tales hidden behind it
A wish to be captive, only then i can be stopped
A wish for the healing
A wish for the best
A wish for this desperation to stop
only then i can rest
Only then i can sleep

I saw a star
It was quite far
Falling from the sky
With it's blinding light form afar

As tasteless as the words may seem
Just put some sweet compliments in it
Dash some bitter poetry with it
To get that bitter-sweet talks to it

Savor every letters
As read back and forth
Be filled with it's extensive use
And relish every spoken truths

Sprinkle a lot of emotions
And spread those feelings widely
That will surely give a kick,
A taste
A punch
A spice of one's spoken poetry

As we were facing the coldest winter
I had the warmest heart

Another season of winter has come

Now, mine's as cold as the season