golden bangle shine
on wrinkled wrist of woman
contrast of life-

What if I'm crazy too
What if I'm like him
And because of that
I don't realize I am

I mean
I know the tendency is genetic
And when you're sick
You don't even know it

He is a part of me
Either way
I had no choice
I was born that way

When I look in the mirror I see his eyes
And his nose
And his hair
I glare at them
A reminder that I'm stuck with him
no matter what I do he'll always be there

It makes me hate myself
When look and I see him in me

I don't want to look like him
I never want to make anyone feel the way he did to me
I don't want to be crazy and see the world blurry
I won't even know it if I am
Which is scary
Please don't also let me be crazy

There's no way I can describe this feeling
Except for bad

Some may call it
Depressed
Sad
Angry
Unmotivated
Overwhelmed
Anxious

Unfortuna­tely, there's no word for all of the above
So yeah, bad
I hate to feel bad

You get away, we are becoming shadows,
everything we said is now nothing.
I wanna see the sunlight,
remember the blue in your eyes,
I wanna see the marks on your face,
right before I said goodbye.

Now the feelings had faded,
the pain I felt is gone,
I look your eyes and I feel nothing,
the marks on your face have changed.

I said everything but it meant nothing,
the kind of life with no regrets,
I wanna see but all I see is shadows,
I wanna remember how I felt.

I'm sure my little poems,
  have no chance of getting
    anything "Done".
In a World of "Seven"
   thousand languages
       I know "One".

The temple at sunset
holds the pale light
to store up the glow
and endure the long night.

I was trained to love the dark
because it kept my hurt well hidden
To start a fight
to see the light
simply felt
forbidden

White, black, green, and red,
Waving a flag.
Let the world know
There is a right to be alive—
The people of Palestine have,
In their own olive land.