i started writing when i was 15 years old. every word that came from me stemmed from a dark place that i was trying my best to come out from. every poem i wrote was a desperate plea for help. it's been 5 years since then and i'm in a completely different place now, mentally and physically. i'm far from home, doing my degree in psychology, hoping that one day i'll get to help people who felt the same way i did years ago. it took me a while but i found myself, and i found love. i found love for myself, and i found love for others. and most importantly, i found love for a specific him, and i know that even if we don't ever make it to the end together, he will always be someone very precious to me. as such, this is "the end". but this is also "the beginning". the beginning of my 20s, the beginning of my university life, and the beginning of my life.

thank you for walking with me through the toughest moments/days of my life. when things were bad all i had were my words and hellopoetry to release them to. you kept me afloat when i couldn't do so myself. so thank you, so so so much.

thank you summertime
for starry nights
that i can dream about without
anything eating at my mind

and
thank you violent sunshine,
the reason i never close my blinds,
for beating up my face first thing as i wake
and for telling me the time

and
thank you, gust of wind
for taking my hair for a spin
and for reminding me how nice
a slow day is, whether thick or thin

so
thank you, life
for whatever wonders i find
and for every single mosquito bite
and for every sleepless night
and for every year passed
and for every summer, more than the last

I just want to say
from the bottom of my heart:
thank you for your love

8:35 PM
31/5/2019

We are raised to make life complicated,
form our lives into maises of accomplishments and disappointments,
labyrinths covered with hurdles,
constantly accompanied by stress,

but why did no one ever teach me gratitude,
for being able to feel the wind on my skin,
and sun on my back,
rushing sensations all over my body,
how beautiful air sounds blowing through the leaves,
entering my lungs,
oh how grateful I am to breathe,

rarely do we take a step back and see,
we’ve create our own destiny,
fueled our own misery,
taught our children how to learn and listen,
but not how to be thankful for living.

"Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending."

A thousand's of problems,
and a thousand's of elements,
You chose to be happy,
but sometimes you're a little bit
sappy.

I saw you crying that time,
and yet you insist that you're fine,
I thought you were strong enough,
and pretended that you're tough,
and I know it was just a bluff.

We are each one's cause of euphoria,
and made this place like utopia,
It might be an endless road,
and it means happiness will
be flowed.

I know that words aren't enough,
sorry I can't express myself a lot,
this might be short,
but I hope this will never get old,
old words that might turn to gold.

I just want to say that everyone
want's happiness and no one want's
pain but you can't have a
rainbow without a little rain.

If you want to let it out,
just shout,
You can end the pain for the
meantime by saying you're out,
Coz there's no pain that are meant
to stay.

Thank you for being my father's woman,
Thank you for being my anpanman.

Happy Mother's Day!!

My mother's’ an angel,
God sent her to give light,
to fuel a fire in our hearts,
and shine down like stars on gloomy nights.

In her soul flowers bloom,
red roses intertwine in her curls,
while beauty grows in her healing soul,
faster than I’ve ever seen before.

One day I hope to glow like her,
and open the doors she’s been pulling at for years,
clear up the sky,
so the sun paves her way,
no warrior deserves rain during her glory days.