Some dress for society
Others dress in anxiety
Many dress a variety

Each clothing brings out
Tone and flavor
Some dress after they rouse
Others to put on
A bit of color

I dress
For the mere
Happiness from stress

Last time you did this
It was tender and lovely
This time it is
Sad and lonely

you can't always have
half a heart;
some have loved more
just from the start

he and she and all people
they needed to find a place
quiet and seldom spoken
or maybe a loud, competitive race

and if none fit their standards

they would start a new place

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.

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

I sit there
Longing for company
I sit here
Waiting for you

Felt like three years
Possibly only three minutes
But now I fear
You forgot

...

More waiting.
Finally, out of the clearing
A figure pulling my heartstrings
You.

I've been Waiting.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

this time glass is us

and every time you waste
goes down into the dumps

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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 treat me
Only like an ornament
Because I know you know
You could easily be replaced.