you try to Survive,
jUst hold on a little longer,
not wanting to stay alIve,
Crying, but trying to be stronger.
i thInk you know how it fells,
Dying to never cry,
dying to not be alone,
despite the fact that you diE

You can't force it on yourself.
The words come by themselves,
In the most random moment,
To help you
Or doom you.
They have their own will.
A sudden wave of inspiration,
On a train, bus, school,
But when you want to write,
It tells you you're not ready.

As I write these
The written words
Of the emotions
That I have while
Going through the motions
The ocean is so blue
The perfect blue
That I must say as I write these
Written worlds of the soul
To help promote the creation
Not only of peace but of
A better society
One where you don’t have to hurt
One where you don’t have to conform
The idea of the idea
The thought that was there in the first place
The leaves change colour at every fall
As I play basketball
The Big Dipper is out in full force
To be shine as bright as a diamond
A diamond in the sky!
Ci is yes in Spanish
See id to see with your eyes!
See that person wanting to help you!

My head is empty,
I think there's a hole,
Because every time I fill it up,
It all seems to go.
Did my inspirations take a walk,
Is my talent wandering?
Where are my thoughts,
One empty head,
That's all I've got.

I miss the essence of him so bad that I’m willing to beg
It would seem I have a desperation inside of me that threatens to escape .. and tear down the crumbly walls of my castle

This thought has always haunted me.

People you meet once
and never again in your life.

You have a static picture in your mind
of their face
the small conversation
their little story they tell you
the place you met them
in a bus, a shop, on the road
interactions not long
but meaningfully small
yet leaving a memory in you.

I think of all those people
I stopped by to ask for time
seek direction of my destination
or asking where I might find
food or a resting place
in an unfamiliar area.

Once and just once you meet them.

On a summer trip, I was looking for icecream
in a strange place off the highway
walked ten minutes to find a shop
where for that brief encounter
the seller made me feel like
he had known me for long
shared the history of that area
the migration and culture of the residents
before helping me with the right icecream.

Sometimes I wonder
if they would have enriched my life
were they part of my association.

Not scholars, not rich, but simple men
who bring you down to earth
and carve a space in your mindscape.

Sadly you meet them once in your life.

I feel it's so designed.