I met a girl whose name is sky's hue
Combined with a thing that has a melody to foretell
And this may sound so vain
But it rhymes her name.

I met a poet who's spinning in a far bustling place
Known as the city that never sleeps
And I feel like a star
That's crawling into the unknown

I found this someone a downreaching one
Though she's miles away, one that I never took a glance at
She'll be an spectacle,
I'll always wait for her written words

Maybe someday, just like color blue
I'd find her my tranquility just like most people do
And listen to the sweet, tinkling melody bell foretells
With the one who directs me all the way just like a weathervane.

Hey,

If you're reading this...
Know that I'm having difficulty trying to put my words together, and that normally never happens when I write.
Know that my mind is torn between being upset and being in love,
and that normally never happens when I think of you.
Know that every thought in my head right now is about you and what scares me is that I don't know if it's the same for you.

If you're reading this...
Know that there's nothing normal about how I feel about you.
My heart skips beats and my my mind races,
My cheeks hurt with each smile and every laugh from you is forced out of me because I can't keep it hidden.

If you're reading this...
Know that I love you.
And I know you do, but I still
hope,
wish,
and pray
that you feel the same.

Forever Yours.

she entered the room
picked a seat at the back
she put her earphones on
lay her head on the desk.
"i am nobody
and nobody notices me.
why am i even staying here?"
she closed her eyes.


someone entered the room
picked a seat beside her.
she poked her.
she lifted her head with poker face.
"hi, Im Keren"
she gave a smile.


"maybe I should keep this someone"
she whispers at the back of her mind.

she's all wounds
and scars
chaos in her heart
she's hurricane
and stormy eyes
a broken kind of art

"Why did you leave?",* they asked.
I just wore a smile and threw a question back,
"Will you still stay if youre no longer happy with what youre doing?"


Sometimes we think that doing what makes you happy really makes you happy. No, no. Youre wrong, man.
I thought being a part of that publication was my dream. Well, maybe it was. Ive been through ups and downs & I almost hang myself on the ceiling just to be part of it. But later I realized, sometimes what makes you happy can hurt you in the least possible way you know how. And that thing could actually **** you.


**And it killed me.