I am speaking with a homeless man.
He got 7 dollars in his pocket.
A smile on his face.
And his heart is warmer than most penthouses.
I listen to his old voice while I listen
To music by a star who is far more poor.

Oh dear little darling, dear little sister
sorry for breaking your leg in twister
Sorry for setting fire to your dolls
and for eating all your cinnamon rolls
But I love you dear sister with all my heart
Love you to the end
Loved you from the start.

I once a got a present
It was danish design
A hoptimist. I was confused.
No function. Not pretty.

Just expensive...

I realized I was a hoptimist.

So I kept it...

I am sitting at the table.
                                                looking at my microwave food.


                                         I am eating it raw...

                                                           Cause five minutes is too long.

            when Depression is whispering in your ears.

                                I am happy that I even made it out of the bed.

which mean I was strong enough. To fight against the darkness.

                      That usually P
                                               U
                                                  L
           ­                                     L
                          ­                    S
                                          
                                             M
                                                 E

                                                 D
                                               O
                                                W
             ­                                      N
      
                                       ...Into an oblivion prison...



Where                                 -Loneliness-                         is my only cellmate.
                                            

                                            
I am sitting at the table.

                                                        W­ISHING
                                                          ­                     U
That I someday will gain the power to stand P
                                                                ­                    ...against the sickness...

                                                 That  ç̗̟̲̱̰͈̹̻͎͆̃̒͌͛̆̌̀̽͠o̧͇̤̘̳̱̹̟͉̼͆̿̌̄̔͒̂́͌͑ṟ̯̰̙̙͈̂̂̈́̋̆̌̊̓̐̀­̼̬̟̩ŕ̛̬̖̙̣̮͖̤̰̱̊̇̅̈́̽̇̈̑ͅu̗̙̯̙̙͍͇̦̗̤̅̅͛̈́́̓͒̇͆͝p̡̢̧̘͇̝̙̜̈͐̅́̏̀̊̿͘͝­̨̱t̨̡̡̧̲̮̗͖̳͎͒͐̄̍͑̈́͊͋͂͝s̡̜̤͚̳͇͎̤͓̓̓͗̃̏̐̈́̇̆͜͝ my heart...




...

When I was young.
I would take things personally
I would become sad.
But one day.
I said **** that
It stuck around.

I said **** it,  **** that and **** all your stupid ****
**** the past and **** the bad things up in the ***
**** everything what a way to live.
But now I am happy and I've run out of ***** to give.

oh **** oh **** oh ****!
I missed the garbage truck
I have a bin full of trash
full of people I want to smash.
Pain is the only thing they give
a people plague that pollutes  
the life I live.
But when the garbage truck arrives
and it will tomorrow morning
I will throw these people out
without a single warning.

I always spell wierd wrong.
It takes me 1.35 minutes to cook minute rice.
And it takes me more than an instant to cook instant noodles.
I pull doors that says push.
I once tried to give a blind man a high five.
And I killed my own cactus because I gave it too much water.

But I am really good at making grilled cheese sandwhich. So I might survive.

This is not a poem
This is a painting
This is called modern art.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Anemones are white
Sunflowers are yellow
Marigold are orange

This is not a love poem.

I pondered
if there is more to pain?
the installs jabbered to me
the counselor of pain trounced my love
I reasoned
if there is more to pain?
would the pain ever end?

A lot of poets are smithing words
in the middle of the night.
A new tunnel of memories and feelings
are being made every second.
And as a poem written in blank letters.
I will soon be forgotten. Drowned.
In the ocean of  poetry.

My head is awfully stupid.
"Remember this equation" I yell.
I know it will be on the test.
My brain responds by
remembering all the lyrics
to a song by Taylor Swift.

I cry as I fail my test in physics.