I'm going to home
And now im got - woe
Sad going to me
Oh why! I wanna happy man to be
Sad,sad,no happiness
Red,red world,like my blood.
I do not like a food...

2017

O why, O why, O why was I born in this non-laternlit world?
No!
O why, O why, O why was I born in this non-torchlit world.
What woe!
And try, and try, and try I do, to fulfill myself, all others, too!
And try, and try, and try I do, to remind myself, all others, too:

That it is not man's devices that light the darkness,
but the sun's brightness…

Time it's-
we
We it's-
time.
This is-
meaning of-
the life
And this is-
our woe

Time it's-
we
We it's-
time
This is-
meaning of-
the life
And this is-
our woe.

WOE

I'm time
You time
There is-
no way-
out
No sign-in

I'm time
You time
There is-
no way-
out
No sign-in

Time it's-
we
We it's-
time.
This is-
meaning of-
the life
And this is-
our woe

Time it's-
we
We it's-
time
This is-
meaning of-
the life
And this is-
our woe

WOE

2016

Here I stand on the ***** of my feet,
Watching as the time passes by.
The day fulfilling the dreamers,
The night exhausting the lost.
Why must I move on?
Why must I go?
I don’t know.
I don’t know.

Here I sit under a stately willow tree,
Accompanying me with its hospitality.
It droops as it stands so mighty,
It rises as it slumps in humility.
Why must the tree persist?
Why must the tree grow?
I don’t know.
I don’t know.

Here I lie in a box of plastered wooden veneer,
My eyes encumbered by pitchy darkness.
I breathe my gratitude of this quietus,
I cry my despair for my own creation.
Why must I wallow in my regret?
Why must I now feel this woe?
Now I know.
Now I know.

Sadness
An empty and physical being
It chokes her while letting her breathe
But when she goes for that breath
Her hearts aches with pain
That pain she feels
Is a result of her own judgemental insecurities
And The shameful lies that surround her
She asks herself why
Her smooth dark skin asks why
As The pure silver blade cuts through her skin like butter
the crimson blood seeps from the thin open slits in her wrist
The feeling that fills her heart is no long pain
But crimson red guilt and resentment
a new form of herself emerges
Like the open sea she is filled with dirt but all she sees is the purest blue
She tells herself she is okay
She tells her mind she is okay
Her friends fawn over her contagious laughter
that fills a room like a strand of golden sunlight
But little do they know she is infected with a parasite  
That causes her to exchange her own blood for happiness
Sadness
An empty and physical being
It chokes her while letting her breathe
But when she goes for that breath
Her hearts aches with pain
Sadness

A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry
Cloud


Love is me.
I am in love.
Woe is me.
I am in love.


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