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  Jun 2018 mumu
Maxim Keyfman
Don't worry
All your troubles
it's all for the best
It's a simple test for you
and at the end you'll get a gift
So be calm
So be calm
Everything will be fine
Everything will be fine

You threw the girl
car broke down
A house burned down
Dont worry
You have your life
And this is simple test,
but in the end you'll get a gift
So be calm
So be calm
Everything will be fine
Everything will be fine
Everything will be fine


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mumu Jun 2018
Let the pen kiss the paper
Smudging softly with dark tint
I am full of ideas!
Creating story, reaching the ******
And my hand is burning
Scribbling my thoughts into words, intensely
I know where I am going.
Wait.
Where am I going?
Lately, I can't focus on writing my poems. It's just, I have all the ideas, thoughts and topics on my mind and when I start to write it, I don't know how I'm going to proceed. My words become blur and my mind doesn't coordinate with my hands leaving most of my writings hanging in the air.
mumu Jun 2018
I have these friends
Talks to me at 2AM
I want you to meet them

She's Clara
She knows my deepest secrets
Reminds me when I'm at lowest

Meet Winnie
She loves to talk about my future
Telling how I'm going to be a failure

This is Kisses
She knows every part of my body
Repeating how it is so ugly

There is also Marco
Who's fascinated about space
And he told me I'm universe's waste

Say hi to Sisa
She's a good listener and influencer
If I cut myself, I will be better

They love when I say "STOP"
Voices turns into scream
Left with tears and hallowed dream
It is crazy, to name the voices in your head that always kills you at 2AM.  They are maybe my demons, but they are still me, a part of me that I wish someday will be gone. Forever.
mumu Jun 2018
Under the big old tree
I sit there quietly
Reading new book I found
Diving into world I thought I belong

Once, I was Hannah Baker
Sharing my secret story
This is my truth about you
What is your truth about me?

I envy Ponnyboy
He had lots of friends
And one true friend
A reason to stay gold in the end

And I know the feeling of Samantha McAllister
Looking for a place where you belong
A place where your voices are heard
I found my Poet's Corner

Then I dreamed just liked Lara Jean
That someday, I will find true love
Someone will help me conquer my fear
Someone who will give me life

But I guess I am Finch
Love will never save me
I keep on breathing
But I know will be drown

But just like Rufus and Mateo
Tho I know how I'm going to end
I don't want to meet it
I'm still afraid to die
Hi there! Probably you noticed that my reference here are characters from some of YA Novels. Actually these are SOME of my long list favorite YA novels. These books have seriously discussed mental illness and issues. And I can spend a whole day for you just to talk about these books —Just prepare a coffe and pasta for me <3
Hey, mind to share your favorite YA Novels, I'm actually looking for a new books to read :)
mumu Jun 2018
Love is just an illusion
Merely part of our imagination
Leading us to indefinite conclusion
How we get this person's attention

Love is just a result
And your glands  are the cult
Releasing many hormones is an assault
Giving the sense no one understands even adult

Yet love is so fascinating
Letting girls so blooming
Confident guys in the making
For love, they are changing

But true love is not real after all
Attention is what woman's call
Caring is where man's fall
Making the two ideas compatible
I'm just done reading the manga "Yamato Nadeshiko"  for the 4th time (Yamato Nadeshiko was my favorite manga and anime as well.) On Chapter 74: That Dreamy First Love, Sunako Nakahara and Kyohei Takano say that "LOVE IS AN ILLUSION" and I was really caught on that phrase so I expound it based on Sunako and Kyohei characters and point of view about "LoV3".
Anyways, I believe in love and I'm a hopeless romantic.
mumu Jun 2018
Drop. Drop
Little rain drop fall

Drop. Drop
Raindrops are like human afterall
Transparent, small and fragile

Drop. Drop
Little rain drop hit the ground

Drop. Drop
Raindrops are humans when break down
Crashed into pieces, no where to found

Drop. Drop
Raindrops start to heavy.
People showered happily

Drop. Drop
People are people afterall
We love to see someone's fall
One time, I told to my friend my thought about how rain and people are similar and it was an out of the blue conversation. She told that my idea was so insane and none sense. And I realized that I look to the things so deep and maybe I should let those things as it is and never associate it with life... Or maybe I should stop talking to that person?
mumu Jun 2018
Evert night at 2 AM
Different poems are written
Different words are scribbled
Different papers are crumpled
But only one thought she had
Yet, word can't help her convey the feelings
"Empty" has much more than herself
"Sad" is not sadder than she thought
"Broken" is more whole than her
"Hurting" ain't just bleeding just like her
And when words can't take the role
It's the blade that play with her
Every cuts has meaning
Everything is her unreleased feeling
Sometimes, words are not enough to tell what we really feel and most words doesn't fit to the emotions we are holding.
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