Creativity cannot be conjured,
Without a little madness.
It is in the crazy that we find,
the beauty beyond us.

Strokes of paint mean nothing,
without a story or emotion.
In our medium we find ourselves,
Creation and Destruction.

The world here calls me a lunatic,
An amateur, a monstrosity.
But today you label me 'crazy',
Tomorrow you label me 'visionary'.

My heart is a sea,
Dark azure and green,
Its waves crash and turn,
Goodbye, dear sanity.

My feelings are the tides,
Upon shores it rides,
A sapphire marvel,
Beyond which it hides.

My happiness is an ocean,
always churning in motion,
going back and forth,
An unstable emotion.

My sadness crawls deep down,
in the darkness I drown,
it holds on to me,
and sits with a guilty crown.

My waves are ever-moving,
Its height ever-looming,
I am never the same shade,
I am tea ever-brewing.

But this is the way I am,
the way I move and frolic,
the way I dance and fall,
the way I lie and crawl.

I am an emotional being.
I am okay,
then I am not,
and that is okay.

I miss(ed) you
the girl with black hair
who loved the blue sky
and breathed in fresh air

I miss(ed) you
who had no cares in the world
who came home to no worries
in her mother's arms she curled

I miss(ed) you
who lived as a child
when friends gathered round
born free and wild

I miss(ed) you
who had innocent eyes
who dreamed of fairies and mermaids
and didn't worry and sigh

I miss(ed) you
who didn't cry when things were tough
who held hope and beauty within
who didn't fake a laugh

I miss(ed) you
who wasn't stressed day and night
who could hug her parents close
whose days shone bright

I miss(ed) me
what happened to the years
I miss(ed) mom and dad
when their eyes didn't fill with tears

I miss(ed) me
it's hard leaving you behind
it's hard leaving young mom and dad
it's hard not looking back

I miss(ed) me
I miss(ed) coming home
I miss(ed) dreaming
I miss(ed) loving

I miss(ed) me.

You ask me why I left
well here's why.
It's because I realized that
my life is mine.

Maybe you think I'm selfish,
well aren't you too?
You said we would support each other
but nothing was ever true.

You had your dreams,
and I watched as they grew,
I guess I forgot,
that I had dreams too.

You said that I'm selfish,
but maybe it's because you didn't understand,
that in a relationship,
it's not about being in the upper hand.

You said that I'm selfish,
it's because you failed to see,
that even someone like me,
had things I wanted to achieve.

Maybe that's why I left you,
maybe I was wrong,
Maybe I should've told you,
that I wanted to be strong.

You say the past is in the past,
yet you want to start all over again,
I agree that the past is in the past,
but I'm sorry, this is the end.

I've found someone else,
and I hope you do too,
someone who wasn't as "selfish" as I was,
someone who can sacrifice for you.

We all have a soulmate,
I once thought it was you.
But the tides have passed,
the sun has set,
and nothing can be reset,
because I've found someone new.

I don't know how many times I've used this word,
Not that I really care
Sometimes I use it too often
Sometimes I don't even dare

I don't understand it's complexity
I can't get around its simplicity
Saying it alone is odd enough
It makes me feel quite queasy

I overthink,
It's a regular process,
I overthink,
Is it more than just a regular process?

I overthink,
That it is common,
I overthink,
Too much for myself.

I overthink,
I can barely help,
The wounds on my hands,
prove me wrong.

I overthink,
yet this is not mirage,
This is reality,
So this is not thought.

This is not overthinking,
this is true,
It's not me who is overthinking,
It's you.

Is she happy?
I can't tell
Maybe it's because
She always smiles

A face of sarcasm
A twinge of laughter
Her words are soft
With screams and shouts

Her height is debatable
Her character is not
Her liveliness contrasts
With nothing at all

Her hair does not change
But when it does it shocks
Everyone around her
Laughs in flocks

Though sometimes she annoys
She always comes back
Though some may disagree
She's still my friend.

:)

Now is not the time,
so when is it ever going to be?

You say it won't hurt,
But then you don't see,
The scars within me.

Saying goodbye is never easy,
But so is saying hello.

With you I am conflicted,
With you I am renewed,
So drastic is our love story.

Remember our smiles?
I don't either,
Maybe it is time.

I want to tear apart,
but you're holding back.

Please understand,
That it's time.

You were something to me,
just remember that.

So complicated,
is this word.

So heavy,
is its weight.

So sad,
is its ending.

So wondrous,
is its beginning.

So relieved,
when both hear it.

So heartbreaking,
when one rejects it.

So troublesome,
is its burden.

So blessed,
is its meaning.

Don't know why I'm happy,
To see the forbidden sun,

Don't know why I'm worried,
To hear the dumbness of its words,

Don't know why I'm relieved,
To hear its soft cry,

Don't know why I'm alive,
even at little things,

Don't know why I'm happy,
that it's him.

And Don't know why,
Even a short time,
Meant so much,
A dream that meant so much,
But fades.

I know
I can never make you smile
The way she does
The way he does

I know
You'll say it's pure nonsense
But when you smile at me
And at them
It's different

You write poetry about her
And even though
I didn't know you then
It still hurts

Do I like you
Do I?
I don't know how to answer
I just don't know why

I love your smile
It was what caught my eye
When I first saw you
Across the class

I forgot about you
Then I remembered
But it still didn't matter
Even though I tried

I want to make you smile
Like they do
But it's impossible
me and you

Hello World
Do you see me
Sitting on that dusty tree.

Hello World
Can you hear me
calling out
for mercy.

Hello World
Who am I
Why oh why
Do I cry.

Hello World
Who are you
Who is it
That I'm talking to?

Life** is brutal
Life is tender
Life can be happy
Life can be like sand through our fingers

Life is a blessing
Life is a checkpoint
Life is a passage
Life is a journey

I'm tired
I'm old
I'm sick
I'm depressed

Complaints and complaints
when will it end?

It will end when it ends
Life is a story
God writes it out
This is our destiny

Stop trying to control
When to write 'The End'
Just work hard to make
gold out of sand

Make life worth it
Tell your own story
Fight against your enemies
Destroy old prophecies

This is Life
This is a story
One day we'll reach our destination
And witness the full glory

Of the skies up above
or the ground down below
One day we will understand

That life is gold.

Pick up the pieces,
That you left behind,
Pick up the fragments,
Fix what was mine.
Red as a ruby,
Veins deep within,
Even engineers can't fix it,
It's all so mean.
Take up the pieces,
And remember my words,
Please don't leave me,
You know it hurts.

A heart that is broken,
Can never be perfect once more.
A heart that is shattered,
Is shattered to its core.

Death,
Something that is so unpredictable,
a mystery that can never be solved,
is what lies ahead.
As one lies dying on the bed,
As one lies thinking of one's loved ones,
the light suddenly seems so far away,
and a tunnel comes to an end.
At the end of tunnel is something better,
or is it?

Sometimes I scream,
Sometimes I shout,
Sometimes I laugh,
Sometimes I pout.
I throw tantrums,
and you ask me why,
I say it's nothing,
And it's not a lie.
Sometimes I scream,
Sometimes I shout,
You want a practical reason,
but none comes out.
Sometimes I cry,
Sometimes I pout,
Sometimes I just need
to let it all out.