By the hillside when we go
Create memories grudges,
we throw.
The vocals in air share;
the belonginess.
Solitude of ours then
meets happiness.

1900’s poet/writer: Pen to paper when thoughts would arise

2000’s poet/writer: Typing on computer or cell phone app when thoughts would arise

My how the times have changed
Technology has been a constant force of how
      We the people see the world
         Take a step back into time
               Put a pen to paper
         Just like in the Old Times...

How do you know when you are in love?
Is it when you are giggling your heads off at 12:30 over a bagel?
Is it when you haven't seen each other for a week and you can't keep your hands off each other?
Is it the way he looks at you when you are rambling on about your passions?
Is it where you two are snuggled tightly together after a long day?
Is it when you thank God for this beautiful person every second you are with him?
How do you know when you're in love?
It is when your future is in one person.

The immense joy
That flaunted with celebrations
That attracted others
The homeless wishing for such
Is not the beauty I wait for

The multi-faced world
Of multi-minded people
Pouring champagne after war
Will always be the same
Except for the dead

So now
Here alone, waiting
For some miracle to appear
Finally paid off
With scattered hopes for mankind

They still **** each other
my friend
Love,
your human friend

Grinning at the memories
She left in my conscious mind
Like everything still seems present
The cherished times at her laughs
Left smiles of regret to take a chance

Through this road with music
Louder than the wilderness
Good Will Hunting final theme
I have to go see about a girl

The road longing as I accelerate
Take me to her heart once again
Make it my home in her forever
To return everyday and night

Someone shout at them
Scare the beasts away
******* the clean ground
Suicidal animal viruses

Here, here, and there
Everywhere they shelter
Liabilities to the neighbors
Leaving migraine foams

Traces of their deeds
Scattered in the streets
Fighting for barks that’s louder
Bound to be the worst of all

Death reminds me of silence,
elegance, what I strive to be.
quiet and devoid of noise,
peaceful to the mind.

No tangled mess of emotions,
theres nothing such as pain,
no expectations from society
no meaning, no sound...

floating in the emptiess,
as if one don't exist,
but does it really make an difference
since I will not be missed?