A leaf fell
on a leaf

that had fallen
on a leaf

-they stand there-

like a circus act
of acrobats

balanced one
upon the other

& blocking my
way with their: “Hey...
look at us! ”

And: “Look at us! ”
is just
what I did!

(instead of going to school)  

ignoring the bell’s
incessant clamouring.

Telling it in my mind:
“Go to hell! ”

and striking up a conversation
in the foreign language of leaf.

It's like memory lane filled with childhood and matriurity but without the memories I grew up with strict parents and harsh neighbors my life wasn't fun and after years of torture and hatred I don't know if I can return to this neighborhood this life again. I don't believe I can survive another thought of this house

Some say that it is unfair.
Unfair for the cosmic intoxication that I can feel.
Unfair for the ability to obliterate my surroundings
and sink into her exhilarating aura.
The power to visually experience instrumental weightlessness,
an exuberant eruption of colourful lush masquerading the sky,
the fixative pulse attached to her heart.
Floating above the universe and holding on to all the stars
as I escape in her smile.
Some say that it is unfair.

This dirt is my skin,
I breathe sin,
My heart beats in pain.
I see my face,
The true one,
I see the reality.

The devil won its game,
I am soul-less,
Just breathing.
Nothing will change.
Miracles don't
Happen here.

From alcoholic father,
To my mom's
Consistent unhappiness,
When did you walk with me god?

Born as unfortunate
Accident,
Holding my mother's
coursing as my destiny,
I am always a failure.

I only made him up
to be delusional,
For survival,
but you let me
Destroy me.

I still pray every night:
Please don't make me
wake up tomorrow.
Every morning
I realize your indifference.

Miracles don't happen here.

There is nothing more daunting,
When you tell a girl she is beautiful
And she doesn't believe you.