I’m never kidding,
When I say I need humbling.
Life goes too good for too long,
I get too popular winning at too much,
That I forget what it feels like to lose out,
And I risk everything.
It’s so silly,
Complaining about succeeding,
But sometimes I miss the days I wasn’t on the radar yet.
Because now that I have so much,
My vision is fogged by greed,
I forget how to treat the people that brought me here.
I never learn,
Until I lay askew and burnt,
When my luck runs out.

It’s not magic.

if everybody was like me
then either way
you won't see me today
cause how do you talk
when you don't even take a walk

if everybody was like me

some people will **** themselves
before they could have dreamed
some will try their best
but never succeed
some would only be arrogant
don't mind about others
some freak themselves out
cause some will shout
when you're acting too proud
some will act too strange
when you look them in the face
some only see kindness
in a world that tries to hide
some will fight
but only with themselves
but lucky for them
some will encourage
when you feel like you're not found

little did I know
some try to pretend
some are done
some fight till the end
while some just
seek for a friend

if everybody was like me.

now.
tell me.
if you look at this closely...
Do you see?
I guess
everybody is
already like me
the real question is
which version of me
do you want to be

I don't know
but I need to know soon
just for my own
cause moon
is coming

I will be reset
when a new day breaks
new scenarios were made
for me to explore
where I still deem
nobody is what they seem

24 hours
to think

Old long scrolls on my phone
Like a never ending zombie
Is this the life that we all live
Looking at others highs
Likes and follows on their photos  
....it's seems like a never ending cycle
Like I am their disciple
Even though I'm not in their circle...
All I just need to do is stop,
Leave the app
Close my phone and go take a nap.

Amongst the midnight sky,
I stare at a rose as it dies.

Its pedals are torn and bruised,
such a precious thing to lose.

Yet, when I stare into the full moon,
I see that it will be daytime soon.

When I hear a girl's sorrowful cries,
I know that a new rose begins to arise.

Those pedals are lush and red,
nowhere close to being dead.

And as I find her inside my heart,
I know that I am not falling apart.

I finally realize who I really am,
it definitely took some time but, ****.

It was all worth it in the end.

You’ve walked through a storm and have somehow come here.
Scraped off the ground, probably full of fear.
Now you are here, please know you are found.
In the best place, for you, where care wraps around.

Whatever the path that brought you this way,
Know this is a place where you’re safe to stay.
With listening ears and gentle hands,
The staff will meet you where you stand.

In quiet rooms or tearful talks,
In art, in rest, in nature walks.
You'll gather strength you thought had gone.
It lives in you, it still burns on.

Be kind to yourself in every small part,
Your aching thoughts, your tender heart.
This time is yours, not wasted or wrong,
Just part of the journey that helps you grow strong.

So breathe, be brave, and take your time.
The hill is steep, but you will climb.
And when it feels too much to bear,
Know healing starts because you're there.

heaving breaths and it
feels like gods choking
me again, my vocal cords
are strained, my voice
a squeak. Invisible
tears stain my cheeks,
still dry. I'm imploding
and becoming super-nova
or maybe a black hole
instead. Screaming a
whisper:

H E L P
M E

it bugs me, the way
you walk like you own
the place, standing tall
prideful as a lion, yet
selfish as a thief.

You are all you think about.

For the thousand lines leading to this next day,
I offer thanks, for the balm made at Ein Gedi,
ein Augenblick, nicht wahr?

here we are, or I am, I kinda hiccup,
like I ate too much of some too sweet,

peaceability, just breathe, saying that each time,
it works, we get a point, wait, just weights times,
worths working wonders in reader thinking times,

taken and used,
to pay attention to times past abuses,
at absorbent recycle the wars unfought worths,

run the old ghosts across our prow, full steam,
life is much more than a dream,

live and learn, sticky peace, do
bees are masters of the art.

I'm glad that fate brought us together, even if it was very brief.
The time we shared the memories we made, hopefully wont turn to grief.

Do not be sad for me, for what could have been for without it we would forever wonder what if.

The looks you gave me, your head on my chest.
Sweet loves embrace.
My hand running through your hair, you were my rest.

Desperately trying to hold on to what little time is left.
The pain sometimes, I feel in my chest.

The laughs we shared, the tears we bared, I regret nothing. If I could go back in time,  the only thing I would change is that I would have found you sooner.