Everyone has a story to tell
If newborn babies could talk,
and if I were to interview one
he would have a story to tell.
It's true, i think they would.

I want to write a poem, but I forgot how,
or rather, I've never known how and I'm just finding out now

I don't want to write a book, because I don't need many words to express my feelings,
but mainly because it's too hard to write one.
I only eat at real restaurants, not fast-food ones like McDonald's or other chumps
because I don't want to get fat,
but mainly because I'd be too lazy to work out.
I only watch movies on the Internet because I don't feel like paying for the cable,
But lets be honest, I just can't afford a TV.

I'd like to visit Canada to see the pretty girls there this spring,
dancing with the air, as the wind blows away their hair
Truthfully, though, I want to go France and have the ladies speak French to me,
but I can't afford the ticket, so I'll settle for the next best thing, this spring

I enrolled in college because I wanted to follow my dreams,
Or so I told my parents.
I just wanted to get out of the house and so I used this scheme
You  could say I really did fulfilled my dream.

Sometimes I'd like to cut myself to remind me of ourselves
If I apply pressure to the wound it'll stop bleeding
It's the only way to stop this feeling
It's the closest thing that resembles me embracing to tightly with our fronts softly headbutting.

For the first time I talk to you
I hated you, I despised you, I disliked you
I forgot about you, father.

The two of you became distanced
The kid you once hit has now grown
I wonder, is he now an adult?

The first time, I slept at grandma's house
I was consoled by her
Being poor, she only gave a plastic straw and a tight hug.

The last time, mom only told me, "You have to write more legibly,"
and I cried
But then I tried, I tried, tried, tried, tried, I tried, I tried
But then you disappointed again
Impossible to refrain, you'd come back late
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. Too many to remember
Perfumed in alcohol,
You'd hit the wall,
You'd hit my door,
You'd hit my sister's door.
You mistreated my siblings.
I couldn't take it anymore
I deprived myself of my feelings.

The kid told me to forget you,
and you became a stranger.

Seven years have passed,
and two weeks have gone by
since a faint memory came back.

Is it time or is it wind,
that erodes the rock?

I called you, and timidly said four words to you.
Not many, only a few
Were you surprised,
that I had even tried?
We may never be a happy family of flying doves,
That I know.
What can happen in the future, that I have no clue
But shall we digress?
Happy birthday to you.
May we live at least another 50 years.

Thank you mother, I have a father.

You do not understand
You simply cannot comprehend,
this feeling in my brain.

My science tells me it's up there
Where?  
Again?
Up there, the brain.
Not in the heart, not in the lungs, nowhere else
Only there.

But to be fair, I feel something in my chest
Could it be the chemicals?
Oxytocin? Serotonin?
Or could it be dopamine?
Oh! Let's just call it love.

Unrequited love
Impossible, but she's whom I feel is my soul.
Perhaps, I hope, she too will think so.

What is it about her that I like, you ask?
Why so much love?
I think it's those high cheekbones
It's weird, but it's true, I really do.
If I imagine her, I usually only see two things
One, her big round eyes,
and two, her lovely cheekbones
They're like two precious diamond stones
that adorn the oceans in her eyes,
only mirrored by the open skies.

Some days
Someday, I hope to hold your hand
Someday, I want to run my fingers through your hair
Someday, I wish to hold your stare
Someday, I long to kiss you as I have planned
Someday, I yearn to hold you in my arms
Someday, I expect to win you with my charms
Someday, we can touch our hearts
Someday, we could do this in the parks
Someday, I would also like to marry you
But for now, I should say adieu.