Mention the somber
thread of life
linking us together.
Mention the spill of coffee grinds
plummeting on the sticky ground.
Mention the call of hope
being or freeing
a sort of melancholic sound.
Melanin or mulch,
today is a process showing too much.
The brush of time slows,
as predicament distracts from progress,
yet there is something nice between us
and it flowers like small purple
morning glories at dawn.

I was in the middle of my nonsense story.
When suddenly a name got me,
It starts with letter "P" ends with "A"
I thought it was just nothing,
But then, it turned out to be something
What caught my eyes is your beauty inside,
Heart warming smiles makes me stop and stare for a while.
I don't know what makes you so different,
You can even turn my noisiness into a deafening silence. This is not an exaggeration, I just couldn't describe my imagination.
When it comes to you my mind reaches its limitation. Feels like i'm having a delirium,
Even things in motion, comes to their point of
equilibrium.
You are filled with humility and kindness,
But i don't know why sometimes it is altered by sadness.
I hope this poem could give you a little happiness, Cause you are the one who cures my loneliness.
I'm totally overthinking as i wrote this poem, I couldn't say anything but you're simply amazing.
I wrote this poem for just one aim, I want you to know that you are worth more than anything.

he used me everyday
his favorite electric soul
power he did know
distance I did go...
abuse always did follow

one day he found me
drained, rusted,
& out of juice
our magnetic force
had finally come loose

he cried frantically
desperately fixing me up
with man made tools
It was simply to late
a dead lover was his fate

lucky he
able to revive me
with little life left
I vibrated with long pauses
I had to return with proper causes

told my boy, I'm no toy
now kiss my achy breaky heart
only then will I begin again,
only then will our love restart!

At the end of the show
After the final theme, there is another song
For nobody to hear but the ones expecting
there will be something else
After the last flicker
of the projector's light

As the music fades out, the screen is turning blank
Nothing is left but eyes, locked into a last gaze

At the end of the show
After the ending theme, a song plays for no one
Two voices, harmonies still ringing in my ears
Slightly out of tempo
Chords on the minor scale
Stop before the chorus

As the music fades out, the screen is turning blank
Nothing's left but the room, and the ghost of a tune

As the music fades out, it's the end of the show
But the show must go on,
but the show must go on.

sometimes you're like homework
so confusing
and i just stare at you
absent-mindedly
hating you
yet you're important to me
it's so hard to finish you
and i lose inspiration every now and then
but when i get high as my grades
i come running back to you

i can't wait to graduate from school
get rid of this infatuation
we would be adults by then
and hopefully this mess will be sorted out

These words burn like acid
as I try to digest them
but they swallow me instead.