I see a creative class...
where there's no class to teach the past.
No passing kids
for the fact
that they remembered all the facts.
No black and white
No stress to fight
the inner bliss of the creative kids.

The truth what I told u
I love you
I really do,
Don’t know why but I just love you,
Don’t know whether it’s your smiles,
Or the way you laugh,
Or the way you talk to me,
Or the way you look at me,
Or the way u cherish and care for others
or the you dress your hair ,
I just can’t say,
All I know is that
I love you
Please just say
You love me
It’s true that love is blind,
Because I am blind in you

I may shed a little tear today
As words of some seem to ****
A reminder may play everyday
Putting me on a disgusting pill

I'm out spoken on verbal and written
Yet, I am misjudged by most
Words seem to be stuffed and bitten
And comments fly in of another boast

I am not a qualified writer
Nor my writes are clear to perfect
But writing makes my dark world brighter
And that, my friend is a fact

My writes are ruins of my thoughts
Feelings of a broken heart
Shattered pieces of multiple knots
And a spilling imaginary art

I am not in competition with anyone
Poetry world is a lovely place to be
I am not in search to nail someone
But to read other poets work as I see...


©sim

I am depressed
I am a sad child tossed into a sad world
I hear others speak of me
And cant bring myself to care
Because the comments are true
And I'm nothing to me
In my head I hold no value
Besides support to my peers
A family member to those close
And a love to a lover
Often I kept my poems hidden
A level to my insecurity
Quietly breaking myself down
I'm increasingly quiet
And even more sad
But the thing is I cant blame anyone but myself
I'm trying to hold on
I don't want to depart
It'd be better to stay in bed
And if the day had no start