Are you deranged like me?
Been in pain like me?
Have you ever taken up the blame like me?
Are you strange like me?
Been insane like me?
Lighting fire just swallow up the flames like me?
Are you defamed like me?
Been the stain like me?
Writing curses on the walls of jerusalem like me?
Are you maimed like me?
Been the bane like me?
Do you call yourself a ******* hurricane like me?

είσαι όμορφη
σαν μια ανοιξιάτικη μέρα
είσαι όμορφη
σαν τη θάλασσα
και υπόσχομαι
ότι δεν ψεύδομαι
τουλάχιστον όχι στα ελληνικά

Like people,
         books are waiting
         to be touched
         and loved.

I'm ashamed; posting
these awkward poems; expecting
you'd read this and smile.

I wish I was the kind of person

That could write as beautifully

As the midnight sky

Or your eyes

Some days
I have so many ideas
I can write
and write

Till my pen runs out

Or my arm gets tired

Or I run out of paper

And start to write in books
I’ve read

Too many times

Then there are days when,

my mind is full

But there are no ideas.

No motivation

Just loud voices,

A mess of thoughts

Most of them aren’t even my own

(Maybe I shouldn’t say that

Someone might think I’m crazy)

Just because someone’s mind is

Thought ridden

Doesn’t mean they will turn it

Into art

I think if they did

Someone might get hurt

Writing

It’s dangerous

Not just to an author

But also to everyone else
around them

every morning
betwixt and between
will they fill my place
with someone else
or am I given one more day?

go to school
I see my friends,
walking over to them
I know what they're thinking

there he comes again
such a loser
why do we bother?
**** him, I hate him
let's freeze him out

but when I get there
they're always smiles and chuckles
always cracking jokes
at the poor disabled kid
and I'm laughing with them.

You may have died young,
        but as long as
        my words live,

*You will never grow old.