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.

Ups and downs
Unexpected turns
We never know
What the future holds

A wild ride
Through lifetime
Behold --
This glorious roller coaster

A crazy smile
Or a saddened face
This ride lasts for years
Riding through
Hurt, happiness, fears

A wild ride of lifetime.

Oh no, it's happened
That deep, awkward silence comes
We sit still, smiling

She wrote;
Past the lake
And past the trees
Through the haze
One stands tall
The others may fall
Clouds atop
This waterfall

I stand still
I listen
I feel the chill
I listen and wait

Long silence
An eerie presence

You have arrived

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

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

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.

I haven't wrote in a while,
because every time I pick up my pen -
I'm blank and stare with a blank smile
and leave the paper white

It's called a "Writer's Block",
for poets, it's "Poet's Block",
but no matter how much I think
my brain is on a lock

But no matter that, 'cause
I hope I'll be back, to unlock,
To think more and more and more
So I can break my Poet's block.

"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...

somebody died
and so we grieve
somebody cried
and so we comfort them
somebody lied
and so we are angry
somebody suicide
and so we say
"they were too young, too young to die"

and so the world goes on

this time glass is us

and every time you waste
goes down into the dumps

every single time i do something
either one happens:
- i move on
or
- i regret it
and by that i mean it's usually choice 2

A flash
Quickly passes by
A rush
Of feelings

Someone broke again
Help -
My tears are rain
A vision

The scream
Stop the hurt!
I can only bite my lip
As everything blurs

if death were to meet me
would i sleep for eternity...?

life is just a slide --
where you enjoy it
at the beginning
then near middle
it starts getting bumpy

and on this slide
no one knows when
they may just fall
off

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

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

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.

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.

Every insult
Every hurt
Every scream
or every burst --

A scar
I can never remove.
Drawn on me Permanently

you have scars too.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

In every small stroke
The story is closer to
Being created

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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