Flowers always die
But it’s their beauty that makes
the world beautiful

Soft skin
Tissue thin
I pray to God
That you won't sin
Cuts and scars
Ropes and knives
Please don't commit
Suicide

The moon is bright tonight
Stars are displayed far in the sky
The air is crisp
And the wind is gentle
Yet no metaphors appear in my mind

The moon is just a moon
The stars are just stars
The air is just air
And the wind is just wind
Words are just words and nothing more

I feel indifferent tonight
I don't know what it is
Maybe I'll just write down some words
And call it poetry