If you’re becoming a poet, you should think about it twice. Once you’re one, you’ll notice every single detail no one else does. You’ll notice the coldness in their eyes, and the way their lips move. You’ll notice the way they sway, and the exact color of their skin. You’ll see poetry in the living and in the death. You’ll feel straighter with a broken leg. You’ll see things everyone else is blinded to. And finally, everytime you get to see blood, you’ll remind yourself you’re alive. These are the reasons no one should ever become a poet.

In search of everything
Browsing the existence of anything
Welcome the silence of the essence,
Play voices of the heart.

It will be
Sought
Merit is
Afford

Enforcing the soul,
Why so little exists.
For as least smile.
For a few reasons,
Live.

He is the shadow I hide from
He is the darkness in my eyes
He the knife in my heart
He is the tears in my eyes
He is the voice is my nightmares
He is the mocking tune of this twisted melody
He is the reason I'm scared
To be loved by anybody