i didnt even know her ,
i just loved her poetry on hellopoetry.com
something in them just married with my inner being,
im so confused.

i thought it was to pass but the feeling never changed
what was wrong with me?
she was definitely think im crazy or something if she knew
but hey she was the one who told me that i should be free in my poems
so i am today.

i thought of what she looks like , definitely beautiful i guess
i thought of her voice , how sweet it might sound
i asked my self ,what she think about me after she reads this
will she like this crazy talk of mine or she will never talk to me again.
im crazy i know .

but how could it be it be ?
having feelings for someone you hardly know ,
someone who is millions of kilometers away from you,
someone you will never meet any day.

maybe we can turn that around ,can we?
i think i know her from what her poems projects about her,
she might be millions miles away but her inner feelings are just in front of me ,in her poems
never say never maybe i will meet her one day in this life or the other.

wow,i never knew i could be this crazy about someone i knew only her user name ,sarah.
who are you sarah?

nothing coming in mind,
i always came up with some plan,
but today was different.

maybe that was because i now know what poetry is,
it aint just some art ,its something living.
its a painkiller to those with injured hearts,
its a depressant to those with crying thoughts,
its the ***** to the stressed ,weeping ,worried.

life is a drawing board and you have the brush ,paint a beautiful picture.
dont care about anything and you definitely wont have worries,
who cares who will like my poem or not,
according to sarah i should just be me, be yourself.
share what your inner voice is telling you,
dont be shy tell them your problems too
write it all as long as its true.

poetry might be my way out,
let me be an addict at least i will die from something i could live without.
put your emotions into it and spice it up with metaphors
and when you are done go show that very person who said you couldnt.

know yourself ,
know where you from ,
know where you stand,
and you wil definitely know you are heading.

if i had a gun i would have popped more heads than hilter could,
you may say im rude but at least i still believe in something good.
every morning i wake up some prefect making noise banging my door
its like he doesnt have a place in this world,
but if he knew he should have committed suicide the moment he woke up and looked into the mirror and it back at him.

so today i took my pen and in this poem i write more than pain
and i wil drop my pride and shout i aint the great,
bang in your face we shall all be dead one day.
i guess its true i aint scared any more thats why im writing again
to prove whats wrong right ,
and if you think i am crazy then yes i am and guess what
you aint so in a crazy world you are a fool.

if im gonna die from telling the truth you gonna die from listening to it,
i bet you dont even know why you are here sir.
im here to become a mouth piece for those people like your father oppress,
im gonna be a lawyer and im gonna stop it all
corruption starts here at high school when people like you are tolerated
not in this generation and not on my watch, you going down.