Why am I so desperate to be heard?
What is the panicked urgency within?
Why do I scratch my name into the earth,
Tree bark, picnic tables, paper,
In a frenzied bid to make the world understand?

I don't understand.

non

in french it means "no"

as a prefix
it negates everything after it

i live in a constant state
of feeling
"non"

my life is lead by non-interesting adventures
to non-exciting places
that make me feel more
non

in comparison to everyone
and even only to myself
i am
non-pretty

i smile my
non-white
smile

and nod my
non-even
head

i hang out
alone
with my
non-friends
who pretend
just like me
that we are not just
non

i am the prefix
non

name a nice adjective
and add a non

that is me

non-kind
non-nice
non-happy
non-beautiful
non-social
non-talk­ative
non-humble
non-talented
non-human
non-EVERYTHING

I AM TIRED OF BEING NON

I WANT TO BE SOMETHING

I WANT TO BE
PRETTY
AND NICE
AND KIND
AND TALKATIVE
AND SOCIABLE
AND GRATEFUL
AND HELPFUL
AND HAPPY

BUT ALL I AM

IS

non

If you love someone
That doesn't mean
You expect things in return
If you care, someone
It doesn't mean
Need a payback.

When you whisper the affection
The words are words you express
But the meaning is beyond the words
It remains deeply within

If you don't mean
What you utter softly
Then you don't cheat anybody
Other than yourself

Life you chose and abide
Shared everything
Thinking and inking which
A pen writing blood red

Love and living is balancing
One leaves the other off balance
Even though waiting alone
Difficult to keep the balance

The love is what you say
But that means you have passion
The trust you present in words
And you're entrusted

Kiss and hug is overt,
Trust and care is inert
No one's able to hurt
And you always live alert !

Lie to me
Tell me that you love me

At least this way I know you are
Telling the truth

“Why is that your lucky number is four, when that’s unlucky to some”

“Four is the number to a word called love
And at the same time the number of letters in hate…
But I believe I’m lucky when I loved someone who hated me”

I bit my lip and muttered under my breath “I never hated you…but she did.”

“And so I’m getting married to that girl who once hated me.”

I wished you could’ve hated me, but I don’t know what I’ll do
When the person I love the most would feel the exact opposite
So now I’m unlucky to the number of the letters of love and hate.

“My favorite number is four now… thanks to you.”

“Why? Do you love someone who hates you?”

“It’s the opposite, I hate him, cause he won’t love me, even though I know his heart is captured already.”

“I want to hate you now but it’s too late…” and then I walked four steps away from him.

cause she was already there just four steps behind with the white gown of hers.