I don't know
If I'm the problem
Of all my problems
I want to go away
From myself
And sometimes hug myself tightly
And tell myself
'You can do it,
You can take all the agony
Because you're stronger than ever!'

Recently,
her mind is
debating
with her heart
resenting
every word
she wasted
on this paper
and all the metaphors
you haven't even decipher
but how
can she stop it
you have brought her up
to the top
then pushed her
to this
bottomless pit
now
she's stuck
in this drop
and it's growing
big
like
a bad habit
running
like
a mad rabbit
munching
on her thoughts
of you
while trying to
remove your face
off the view
like grime
on her tiled walls
made by
endless waterfalls
of whys and what ifs
and all her selfish beliefs
like
how you will read
her poetry
and chew the words
like sticky pastry
but her mind said
"you're wasting your ink"
she should stop writing
poems about you
and let her
memories
sink
in the letters
of your name
that are scattered
in her head
all printed
in heavy lead
therefore now,
she concluded,
the real dilemma,
to wake her up
in this coma
of dreams of you
and
find
a paper
that will reach miles
across the equator



-I Should Stop Writing Poems About You, Margaret Austin Go

As if you knew,
in the slightest what others went through?
who is to say his smile is not a mask,
her life is not a cry?

He, he goes home everyday to a broken home
where he tends to broken bones
up till four every night
doing homework, going to work
but in school the smile is the only thing in sight

and she, she is the captain of the soccer team
a never wavering laugh
but when she goes home,
her arm is patterned in complex lattice
an intricate pattern of pain and sorrow

her laugh never fails to light a room
his smile lifts people from their gloom

The problem, I realize,
Is that the way
I protect myself
From the innermost pain
Is the same way
I protect myself
From the innermost pleasure.

that running from our problems
doesn't work on a circular track
and hiding can't save us
when everything is made of glass

We are all children playing
On a very  dangerous ground
Hiding and then seeking
Running and going the round

We are all players praying
That in the end we'll win
The game of every dangerous being
Makes a perfect dangerous spin

Life isn't really  fair, is it?
Come and show me why
The place where you choose to sit
Always shows you a  dark sky

It's true that the world could be
A very dangerous ground to stay
But when a hero hears your plea
You can find the safest way...