Do not fall in love
Go before you break in two
I don't deserve you

I sit and write a poetry
For the day I should it be.
Seeing people come and go
From my corner of the window.

I always sleep in there,
The dream I get in my mind
Like a fairy tales,
That I'd to find.

Oh, the sun burns my blood
And became a fire,
A flame get me to shoot
And around me hire.

Take me fly in sky!
No wings did I use to play!
The wind brings me so high
And I can see you more bright.

Oh, the world I used to be lived
In the beautiful things I always see
At the rainy days it brings me a belief
For more time to be the character in my fantasy.

on white paper
the ink sheds itself,
destroys all voidness,
writing appears,
something is read,
after your death you send it,
to the living
to always be told
from generation to generation.

I believe
I can be
What I want to be
So I stop

I know, ultimately, it's true what they said,
That when it all comes down, we make our own beds,
Now we're adults, let's mess up the covers by jumping like kids,
I know we've a long way to go, but there's a life to be lived!

I wrote my short story in a piece of paper.
I wrote it as short as possible.
I wrote in three lines.

Live with expectations.
Dreams get higher but never come true.
People give a lot of motivation and provide solutions.
Some say to dream as high as possible. Some say live as realistic as it is.
Some say keep trying and never give up.
Some say love yourself now as it is.
Some are silent.
Some talk a lot.
Some don't care who you are.
There are those who need each other. There are those who help each other. There are those who choose.
Some volunteered.
Some write poetry, but get nothing.
There is me among them.