Could people be described
As colors?
Blue means sad, a red guy's mad

Well actually I think
We are all colors.
Rainbows after rain

She only cared about them
But she didn't notice
He was caring for her

Your smile may look like
A thousand crystals, shining
But look closer --
Your smile is deceiving

Your smile is dry and ******
It contains what you think --
No, your smile means nothing.
I don't feel at all when you show it.

Your smile isn't kind
Or happy
Or gentle
Your smile makes me blind
But not because of
The joy you're spreading
But because
Your smile is deceiving

We think we don't hurt
But everything we think
Just to unhurt, we're not listening !
Either way
We only fall deeper
into the Void of Truth

They think they're laughing at me
Or they're laughing with me
Or I'm laughing at them
Or I'm laughing with them.

Actually
I'm not laughing.

A faint ding
This is so quaint
As I walk in the bookstore
A summery day

The faint sounds
Shuffle, hush hush
As I look around the bookstore
An afternoon - unrushed

A faint love
My fingers brush along the shelves
As I find a book in the bookstore
This day, just for myself.

You just had to make
It harder, more rough
When you knew, You Knew
It was already hard enough.

Like an edge of cliff
I may just fall off
Would it make any difference.
Ouch, Stop.

A spike is so small
So unimportant - insignificant.
Or what you think.
A spike could ****, make you bent
A spike could trip
A spike could rip

Your words are spikes
Your punch makes me fall
Down
down the cliff

Ouch.

Gibberish
But they sound
Like song to me
Sing it loud
sing it s o f t

I want to hear
Don't stop now.
A wind of notes
A fuzzy cloud

That Sweet Melody

you sang.

Every insult
Every hurt
Every scream
or every burst --

A scar
I can never remove.
Drawn on me Permanently

you have scars too.

I think you're
only my imagination

Has she ever spoken before?
Maybe only few words,
Yes, no, yay, more
But today she opened her mouth -
Her tongue was quick,
and words flew out
"I love you"
Her first sentence.

Your words lay on me
like sour lemons
So hard I can't breathe
You left me in ruins
And then you pretend
To help me up
Are you a sugar-coated lemon
Or am I only falling again?

0°
Fine

10°
Spilled milk

30°
Ruined art

50°
Failed test

70°
Was yelled at

100°
S h u t  u p
I'm going to burst

We're so smart,
So great, we could do
Anything.

Or so we think.

There are a billion
Zillion
Gazillion
Stars in the sky

The number of unknown
Are yet to figure out.

You may be laughing now
You may be the bigger one now
You may be invincible -
Or so it seems -
You may be the stronger,
The meaner
But.

Karma chases you
Like wind on a leaf.

Don't treat me
Only like an ornament
Because I know you know
You could easily be replaced.

It started as a bud
Facing wind, sun
and dust -
A vivid pale color
Would you believe it?
Waited a year or
two... and now
the flower Blooms.

Is life only this dream,
where you live through it
Just to feel the dream
But end up wasting it?

Because now,
I want to wake up.

I try my best to be
Your perfection
But if I try too hard
You wouldn't like me

I'm quite exhausted -
Do you mind if I lay down?
Just for a moment - (zzz)

I imagine before
Birth,
We were only code.
Before we came to earth,
We were programmed.

But, when we were
Programmed,
There were glitches.
Needing reprogram,
No matter how small the mistake

Nobody,
Is one hundred percent
Perfectly created.
Nobody's a saint.

"Sharing is caring,"
They tell me.
I listen and I understand.

"Put others before yourself,"
Some said.
I listen and I understand.

"Don't say something rude when you could compliment it instead,"
Many said.
I listen and I understand.

"Be loyal and devoted to your friends and they will do the same,"
The people said.
I listen and I understand...

I share,
I care for everything - but myself,
I fake a smile and love everything, anything
I am loyalty at its finest. I am the most devoted friend ever.
I have listened, and I have understood, and I have tried to do it.

But...
Now, I don't understand.
Why is nobody treating me the same?
Why is everybody criticizing what I do?
Why have my friends all turned against me?
I am weak and I am too gullible.
I have become selfless...

The stroke forms
A path - a water lily
On my canvas,
I'm fascinated - the beauty
I dip my brush into the water,
And can't help but
Exclaim in joy
When I have finished yet another piece...
Because, when there was a lingering absence
Before,
I'm now filled with happiness.

Birds atop trees outside
The sun is smiling at me
Slip on my sneakers
With jeans and a tee
Only the scent of joy
And warmth and love
I open my arms wide
Wind on my tongue...
This Sunday afternoon.

They said, "Time will heal."
So why hasn't it healed?
Why am I still broken inside?

They said, "Time is precious."
So why did I waste it?
Why was I stupid enough to do it?

They said, "Plan your time and you will benefit from it."
So why am I a mess?
Why have I hit rock's bottom?

Time is unforgivable.

She fell in love.
He fell apart.
She fell down.
He fell for her.

Life and Death
Were in love...
Since eternity.

Life gave Death
Infinite gifts...
And Death kept them
Forever.

Is it okay if I just cry...
Because all this weight
is killing me.

Is it okay if I say something stupid
Because I don't want to
hold it back anymore.

Is it okay if I trip again and again...
Because I don't know
where I'm going.

It's okay.

We all need some time
Just to breathe and understand
Yes, it is okay.

The only time your
Mother smiled when you cried...
With you in her arms.

Welcome to my workshop -
Whether it's
here...
there... or
nowhere...
it doesn't matter, so

Rest here...
And stay with me.

You're always welcome here.

A poet walked
Along a river.

A poet was
Inspired.

A poet took out
Pen and paper

A poet started to
Write.

Yes.
We cry over small things...
Whether it's if someone said something...
Did something...
Made something happen...
It affects us.
We linger in that feeling by
Crying.

Remember to remember
The joy of
Running around

Remember to remember
How easy it was to
Make friends...

Remember to remember
How much a
Box of crayons valued

Remember to remember
Childhood.
Those where the best times
Of your life.

Don't you see that
Following, caring for
Someone who doesn't know you exist -
Makes it harder to
Accept yourself?

Realize that...
someone might be following you too.

Last time I came here
Was so different from now 'cause
I'm standing with you.

Sometimes we just look
In one view, but forget to
Look at the other

It's not about whether
You'll try to fix it or not.
Because as long as something
Comes out,
A heartbreak could happen.

In every small stroke
The story is closer to
Being created