I want to do what is right.
I am living in the dark..
I need a bright light.
I am suffocating!
May somebody please take off
The plastic on my face..
Please don't push me to talk..
My tongue is dry...
I have been praying all night.
I can't walk..
Please pick me up and tell me
That everything Will be alright..
I need a new compass.
My taste buds are off to bed..
Everything just taste bad
To me.
They have been stepping on my toes..
Let me take off these bandages..
Wait
No!
I need no revenge..
I just want to make it
And hit a great toast..

Buven ThePoet

I know that your lips
Are shining...
But not really shining..
Your leaves withered..
You always smile and pretend
Like everything is okay..
My pupils are in a good condition.
I know that you have your own
Heart desires..
But you always put me first..
I always feel your shadow on my face
In the middle of the night...
Your wing is warm inside
But Cold outside..
Your intestine has no visible hole.
I can hear your stomach groaning
From afar...
But you always sacrifice and keep
Your real love for me.
So that I may never go to bed hungry..
I wish I was an antelope..
I would be walking and doing everything
By myself now..

Buven ThePoet

I trust you.
But I know not of what attracted
You at first..
I always see diamonds that would
Fit on your left finger..
But I know not of your future
Picture..
You used to filter your words before
You utter..
But now...
You just pull out the fish with its mud
And feed me..
Whenever I agree to disagree with
Your one-sided decision..
You just bust down the door
And run to whoever you find
Your temporary bliss from..
You won't understand
Until it's your turn to dive In..
Because I've warned you.
I might not be around to perform
The 'Mouth to mouth resuscitation'

Buven ThePoet

Thank you for planting
A new seed inside of me..
It is germinating way much
better than alien plants...
I have found a great Shadow.
My calluses are smooth.
What's the secret?
You always come up with a new
Agenda..
Where were you all this time?
You have erased everything..
What is the meaning of 'Pain'
Does it hurt?
Is it bitter?
No No No!
Please close that dictionary..
I am okay on this positive side
Of life..
Let's kneel together and meditate
On his Word...

Buven ThePoet

I don't want to paint you..
They might fail to resurrect you.
You won't understand the type
Of hardship I am going
Through...
Even if you felt the pain too.
I have a  touching background..
But!
I won't talk about it until I get
The courage to say..
"I am good now!"
I always call and check up
On them..
Though I know that
There's nothing that I can do.
I do not have enough gastric juice
To help me digest everything here..
My Lord...
Help me!
I don't want to exhale smoke from
My nostrils But the Stainless Steel
pipes...

Buven ThePoet

I have a lot to say..
Don't have too much empathy
On me..
I swear I'm okay...
Let me just watch my mouth
I respect my mom..
Let me utter what's relevant..
This is not the parliament..

I don't wake up in the morning
And walk like I am modelling
I am doing this for a living..
This is more than 'just a calling'
Don't show me your emergency door
I am not leaving!

Borrow me that plier..
I don't want to be a liar.
I have made a lot of promises
I hate opposites.

I want to sit down one day..
And reconnect the bond,hey!
I want to fulfill everything that
I have promised...
And give all the dusty stuff
Some polish!
So that they never regret my calling!

Buven ThePoet

We  didn't choose this..
We had a lot of dreams
We expected no continental drift.
We hate these thorns all over
Our bodies..
There was no other choice..
We had to adapt fully to this new
Environment...
You always see a smoke
In our eyes...
There are a lot of things burning
Inside!
They always hit the rock and find
Water inside..
How is that possible?
We go straight to the sea
But...
We find no drop of water!
May somebody please check
If the clock is not stuck..
This desert is too dry and hot...

Buven ThePoet