Reach out for the stars high up above in the sky
Reach out for your dreams all of those which you have prior seen.

Never did it happen before
Nor will it happen again
The dreams which were yours
The one’s which you came across
Never will it happen that the same will be yours all over again
A dream comes once in a while
You never get a chance to dream about the same all over again in your dreams
Dreams and imagination are different from each other
As different as chalk is from cheese.

So,
As long as you are living and alive
As long as you live
The life that which you live, live your life to the best of your spirit and imagination
No one knows what will happen next
No one knows what will happen in the future
No one knows what will take place at the next turn
Life has always remained unpredictable
So keeping the future at bay
Make sure that as and when you go to sleep
Don't forget to dream
Smile upon all happenings of the day that passed by
Say hello to your sleep, which is waiting to take place
When all this is going on in your mind before you go to sleep
Make sure you don't forget to dream in your sleep.

As long as you dream in your life
Whenever you dream
Always be sure in your mind
You will always follow your dreams all along the way in your life.

Always dream, but make sure that life and dreams are two different things
In life it never happens that all of your dreams come true
So not seldom, but as often as it may be possible
Always make sure that you work in the direction of your dreams
Since dreams are part of your life
Try to achieve them
In doing so, you try to achieve the impossible
When you are doing something like this, definitely the future will reciprocate accordingly
So always dream
Even when you know that dreams don't come true
Still always dream
Dream about something when you are about to go to sleep
Good night and sweet dreams.

I try to explain the world--
the deeper meanings to my mumblings
all of it a frustrating mess,
an artist canvas splashed with too many colors--
that it becomes impossible to depict which is what.
Is that blue or is that aqua, I don't even know anymore.

When it comes to understanding my thoughts,
it becomes a psychotic break from reality--
where I imagine my fingernails scraping
chunks of flesh from my neck.
I plead for my hands to place themselves around my throat,
"Please suffocate yourself please just let me out"

Begging for someone to understand the mess,
that the khaki colored object actually means something.
Each splotch a representation of myself
every detail aligned to explain a greater idea.

As arguments end, they scribble deep within
a sketch book of sickening black ink;
Marks its place in the drippings of my thoughts,
making those colors lost in translation
so not even the painter knows how they feel.

Everything indicates that collapse                                                                                         Is going to happen                                                                                                   Simply because life is turning up-side-down                                                                      On everyone's head ...                                                                                              There is not any point of return                                                                               To zero ...                                                                                                                  That zero hour of that huge collapse is                                                                   Going to happen anytime ...

my mother's tongue says i write too many untitled poems

i am not bloodthirsty like it.
i wish not to **** my creations before they bloom in the mind of any who come upon them.

If I dont want something to happen
Ill make it happen,
Because if there's a chance of it happening,
And it does happen
I want it to be because of me.

I never thought I would be the girl who sits all alone in her car at lunch.
I never thought I would be the girl who lies about things deeper than highschool.
I never thought I would be the girl who wants to leave this world.
Permanently.
I never wanted to be that girl.
But here I am.
I'm that girl.
Maybe it was my choice..
Maybe I chose this.
I really don't know
But it happened and life does that sometimes.
It just seems to happen in the worst ways and we are just expected to deal.
Well thats life I guess.

I hate myself

I say that I’m fine

I want to die

Stop

Rewind

I’m nine

I’m fine

I’m happy

With friends

I love my life

I don’t want it to end

How did my life come to this?

I just want peace

I just want bliss

I’m scared

Still I dare

To say,

“It’s not fair!”

I think that people

Just wouldn’t care

If I weren’t there

Because I’ve opened up

And still they stare

Right through me

As if I was just

Thin air.