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

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

Last night the cloud wept the skies
All painted to dark gray;
And the tears came flowing down to earth
In the break of May.

And that is why the April showers
Continued through the next month,
When we had expected sunny skies,
The sky brought no warmth -

So I sat at the windowsill
With my notebook and pen
The day was May sixth, or
Maybe May seventh

And when the raindrops flowed down again
I tried to trace a melody,
Drip, drop, drippity drop;
And soon I saw, and you will see:
The raindrops gave me a song.

So all through May I learned the song
And sang it loud and clear
Until the rain came to a halt
And clouds’ very last tear

Which is why I’m excited for next year
When May showers come
So I can learn another song
To sing or screech or hum

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

In every small stroke
The story is closer to
Being created

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

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.

when one does not feel the same way
they did before !

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

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.

did I ever settle into your mind
of a girl who smiles
of a girl who dresses cutely
of a girl who is kind
a girl who is blindly
in love with you?

or was I only a fragment
but your head is settled in
on another?

or just an acquaintance.
whatever I am

just tell me that I have
settled in your mind.

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

"Love is the one thing we're capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and space, maybe we should trust that even if we can't understand it yet.”

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

this time glass is us

and every time you waste
goes down into the dumps

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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