He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come

The Rules of Woman
These should be done with all of your heart
And do not forget
Should not
Do the work of men
You are allowed to
Cleaning
Washing
Cooking
Be stuck, not to
Polo, pants and T-shirt,
Nor
Crop tops, shorts, sleeveless
But, wear your pride with
Blouse, dress and skirt
I know it's perfect
It defines you
Be vocal
Shows no respect
Be educated, do not
Cuss, nor swear
You can
Love
Only boy, do
Not just
Try to kiss a girl
And you will be have a happy life
This is the rules of Woman.

Love is not perfect.
Such as a day,—
It can be sunny in the morning,
Then partly cloudy in the afternoon—
You can feel in love this time,
Then suddenly, devastated.
Because,
Love is imperfect.
But, that is love.
It will make laugh
It will make you cry.
It will make you happy
It will make you sad.
It will give you
So much emotions
Then left you emotionless.
And it is always nice
To be in love.

A poem about love
How do I write something
I am not good enough

This expression of love
I have no idea where to start
How to rhyme and stuff

Girl do you need the strange art
For me to show that I love you
With all my heart

O heavens above
How do I write something
I know not of.

One last ink
And this semester will end
One last ink
Pass or fail will be gone
One last ink
And I will be free from this cage
They set me in
One. Last. Ink
One step forward
To the real world—
Of another papers
Of uneven failures
Of money—
Am I ready for this?
I need another bottle of ink.

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