It's nice to see that
there are still people
in this world
that continue to do
good deeds on
a daily basis-
without their intentions
being of praise and glorification.

Good deeds should be done
because its RIGHT.
Not because
you might
get some sort
of "prize"
out of it.

When I am little
My father used to say
And even now
Saving money is equal
To saving water these
Days
How much water you use
That much money
You will spent
Those words are still in my
Mind
There are people who are thirsty
Out there
No irrigation
For agriculture
No pure water
For drinking
It's more important
To save water and
Save ourselves
Beware

I spore my load upon
sumcummwhat
displayed
or nevernot
I plot
plot
a seed sought
a barren thought
ambiguous but lifelike
naught
articu(not)
but life(likes)
so
life like (without)

With love we have
An alibi;
Sometimes,
A somewhere else
White lie.
My defense?
My innocence
Compels me to
Give evidence.

You say my bedroom is a mess
And I get offended-
Because the daunting mess of my bedroom
Is only a portion of my repugnant mind
It's Out of drawers to store my distasteful thoughts
Just like the tattered pajamas you wore as a child thrown in the back of a closet
They are so frail - like me
They hold on by a single thread-
But I wish those thoughts
were the worst thoughts I had in my head
Because maybe then-
you could be my thread and hold me
Together

I THOUGHT I WAS OVER YOU BUT IT'S SO OBVIOUS THAT I'M NOT BECAUSE EVERY TIME I SEE YOUR FACE AND YOUR LIPS AND YOUR BEAUTIFUL EYES MY CHEST STARTS TO HURT AND I IMAGINE THAT I AM DROWNING IN MY OWN BLOOD, AND I BEGIN TO GET BUTTERFLIES BUT NOT THE ONES FROM FIRST GRADE WHEN LOVE WAS JUST AN ILLUSION, BECAUSE THESE BUTTERFLIES ARE TEARING MY HEART APART STRING BY STRING, YET I AM COMPLETELY FINE WITH IT BECAUSE IT'S ALL FOR YOU.

i hope you see this.

i don't know what i would want you to feel if you did see this.

anger?

sadness?

pain?

would you even know it was for you?

look,
i don't want to dwell
on the unimportant details,
like who's fault it was,
or who left first.

maybe it was you,
maybe it was me,
maybe it was both of us.

i don't care much.

the important part is that you're gone.

i am gone.

we are gone.

i am not the person i once was, and i doubt you are the person you once were.

whether that's a good or bad thing,
i don't know.

what i do know is that everything is falling.

but whether it's falling into or out of place?

well,
i don't know that either.

(a.m.)