within The Thinker
a wastegland produces fantasy
a training of media guides The Inner Thirst
applies The Racing Brain
it bats Senses dumb
and brings The Being to a standstill

cut off from a navigable point
in The Shared World
I pinch concentration
and seek out The Simple Breath

Life Is Weird,
How it tends to sips deep into you,
Sometimes even when there is this doubt,
You just stay strong,
Because somewhere in you,
There is something saying it will be fine.
And tomorrow will never ends
Life is truly weird,
On how it makes you feel
even when many surrounds you,
as a friend nor lover,
You still feel a sense of loneliness
within your soul,
Life is Weird,
Sometimes even when you tried your best,
It end up in failure,
But only when you desire a true change
Will the star falls on your laps,
making you think is life truly a slaps?
Just another words passing by?
Life is weird,
So is Love,
When you say everything will be alright,
without her beside you,
You will started to miss her,
You will started to hear mumbles
from the air,
Maybe just maybe
Those words that sometimes looses your heart
Life is truly weird doesn't it?
A wind of change blew right true me
Alone under the moon
Just enjoying the scenery of the woods
As if the Trees are whistling in the distance
Whatever it is,
Deep in me still saying
I'll sway together away with this life,
Even if this journey does end up weird,
I Love it,
This Life

people that have their lives planned out scare me

Today and tomorrow
I'm happy
Now and last minute
I was sad
I do not know what is what is happening to me
How can I be now
And why am I both happy at the same time
And sad

Love
love
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh

All the time I think about her
All the time she's alone in my head
Rain outside her voice window
Sunlight is her smile

Love
love
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh

I think I fell in love
I think I fell in love
I think I fell in love
I think I fell in love

Love
love
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh

2017

Wandering on a road unpaved .
Alone and broken, against the wind I braved.
Lost was my passion for the journey ahead.
Heading I was to the land of the dead
Blind I was to color, as I was to love.
I prayed for someone to be sent from above.

It was then, with the east wind came eos.
A look at him, and I went in a state of chaos.
For he was a rose dearest to god.
At his gracefulness, the swans felt awed.
I looked at the land, barren and infertile,
There now blossomed an iris, unspoiled sterile.

Together, I knew, we would make a whole.
For in him I saw, a reflection of my soul.
And hence, He proposed to me to be my partner.
For the journey that lies ahead.
From there on our paths were one.
As we walked towards the rising sun.

i know i don't say it as much as you do
but i'm kinda terrified too
since the day i first laid eyes on you
even though i barely know you

and today i met you again
and today i sensed happiness again
and today as you left to go
i had it at the back of my mind, but i didn't tell so

and i can't tell you that it hurts
cause it's not supposed to
i just want to tell you it's not your fault
it's not your fault that i'm heartbroken

laying here alone
thoughts aren't of you
they aren't really of anything
minds a blur
i am content with focusing
on completely nothing

I feel like there is this feeling
that poetry is suposed to make you feel.
I feel like that's *******.
There is no universal rule for poetry,
no arrow to follow,
no points to link.

Just write.
You can write how you feel, that's ok,
but you can also write how you think.
You can write what to think.
You can write to make others think.

Just write.
You can write like you breath,
you can rime just for fun,
you can randomly join words an call it poetry.
It is.
Poetry doesn't mean good poetry.


Just write.
It doesn't have to be good,
for you are only one to judge,
and art isn't a universal thing,
so it might inspire others.
Share your art, share your voice.
It will be welcomed,
in the choir
that is life.