Life is flourishing. My tears have worked hard, to rejuvenate this life.
For the first time in years, I feel like myself again.

A girl I dated once called me an "emotionless robot." Yesterday I woke up screaming, last night I fell asleep while crying... Guess she was wrong.

Fingers freezing.
Paint on a smile for passer-bys.
Keep my feet moving down the street
to PJ's for coffee,
for my daily "Good Morning."

Someone told me a song I played was "sad,"
I told them it was the happiest one I had.

The little market store on St. Louis is letting me stock the cooler again this afternoon.
So, I'll be able to buy another drink tonight.

The mornings are stiff,
and the late night shivers with cold.
1987 is the code to find the restroom.
Coffee warms my disposition.

Words stay trapped in my pen,
I start writing sometimes,
and don't know how to end.

... (i'm sorry)

That year
we met
watching you smile
from afar
i dared not look back
that month
we started getting used to texting
on a daily basis
exchanging stories and banters
encouraging each other to go through
things we had to go through
that day
you said out of the blue
you decided to stop talking to me
cold turkey
i could not
that night
i saw some of ourselves
in some Makoto Shinkai movies
you and i
we could not go back it seemed
that moment
i let it happen
you and i became sudden
strangers.

one word which contains all the

emotions and phases,

A journey from where you are going to experience a

deep meaning of your existence ...

some are going to be loved and some are going to be a

part of someones hate.....

you may succeed you may fail ,

but life is not going to stop.

You are here to live, you have to feel..

but if you want a peace in your life just smile

in every situation and enjoy the different taste of fruit,

that life offers...!!

Some people be like dear diary
And I’m like hello poetry.
Here’s the story of my life.
Sometimes my life is filled with horror
But that’s just inside my mind....That has no honour .

I can’t sleep at night
I can’t eat
I always do what I want
If I get told to do one thing I’ll do another.
I’ve been here before playing the joker.

The voices in my head eat away at me every single second of the day.
Telling me I’m not good enough.
I just really want to feel okay.
And valued by the ones I love.

But how does someone let another in to fix what’s broken on the inside?

Keep your diary
Full with the stupid **** I've said
and tell me you're too good for it

I will save my last lines for you
The final sentences
I will save for when we are alone