Averagely sad
Averagely mad
A little bit joy
A little bit loud
A little bit coy
Often proud
Not outstanding
Not witty
Not always pretty
Or open handed
Unless you are blessed
Or cursed to be the worst
But for us, for the rest
We are humanity
Despite of our insanity
We do our best
We’ll get through
................................
We always do

Hello poetry
It's been long since my last golden autum leaves falling down on earth
I lost the feelings maybe
I laugh with the world too much
Because my days were dark with glimmer of lights

I come here again today and found my old self young age
Life was not nice
But now I can be proud
She is still here by faith
Dreams are her wings

She is a diamond now
Strong, rare and brilliantly sparkling
She is wiser
I am glad to be her

I guess I’ll never understand
      Why you cry yourself to sleep

Why you look in the mirror
      To see one missing piece

What must I do to help you
      Sleep sound
            When I’m not around...

You are complex, hard to read

But,

You are

perfect

to me.

not all poems need to be about love
said the paper to the poet

They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love."
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."