Most people spill emotion from there eyes in the form of tears.

But writers spill their emotions with ink

"Why do you write such sad things?" You ask

Oh dear, don't you realize ink spills like blood?

Poetry is no place for happiness...

I see the changes
            At times they are clear

Other times, they seem to pass right by me...

I am growing...
               Maturing...
                     Changing...

I am becoming a stereotype
                          Just not the one  I thought I'd be...

Breaking rules,
               Sneaking out,
                          Telling lies,
                                   Cheating...

The list seems to continuously grow longer

            Is that bad?
                                    Or good?

                   I don't even know anymore

The Man told me there's a way to be
But I don't give a **** or care about the Man
Because the Man doesn't care about me.

Eyes on me.
I know they wander   thigh  to   thigh
                    Girls passing by in skirts
      shorter  
                  than
                         ­ mine
Eyes on the prize wave goodbye to
               Pretty girls passing by
Please let me be the
                                    pretty
                     ­          one
                    tonight.

you're so happy when I came
I wonder why you always call me by the same
until I found out that you have given me a name
the first time you hit me, I know you just want me to tame
but for me, I only want to hear your voice calling me and play a game
thank you for giving me the most cutest name in the world

lately I've been losing control, I think it's because of these whiskers
I'm sorry for destroying some of your slippers
maybe I just need your attention
and your affection
or maybe I'm just hungry
I began eating what I shouldn't be

thank you for feeding me the most delicious food in the world
even when I bit your charger's cord
I'm sorry for pooping on the floor
I was so nervous when you came home and opened the door
I thought you would hit me again
but I was wrong, instead,
you gave me a gentle pat on my head

thank you for walking with me
even I had chains on my neck
I know you just don't want me to be lost
you're holding me at all cost
thank you for letting me see the most beautiful places in the world
I love you, if only I could be heard
thank you for talking to me,
even you know I can't answer you back
thank you for giving me a bath
I feel so clean and also starting to love a cat
thank you for letting me sleep on your bed
when I feel so alone and cold outside, under the shed

you are the most wonderful person for me
you are the angel I always want to see
I hate it when you need to go and leave me
because I missed you from the moment you left me
you are the only one that makes me happy
I loved you since I was a puppy



and now I'm becoming old and weak
I feel so sad when I think that I only got a year of eight or nine
I will be always yours and I hope you will be always mine
I don't want to leave your side
you are my whole life
for you, I would take a bullet or a knife

so while I'm still alive,
thank you for taking care of me,
and if I die,

please don't forget me

a minute of silence
looking at each other with patience
--we had the most perfect view
on heart avenue
sitting in these seats
where our heartbeats
first meet

you smell like love
thinking that stars are fairies
I wanna hold your hand with no worries

but I'm afraid,
that I might do something crazy


completely crazy,



like fall in love

You tell me
"you can be anything you want to
you have come such a long way
i am so proud of you."
If only you knew the real me.
if only you knew the nights spent
hunched over the toilet, gagging  
curled up in the bath tub, bawling
hacking away
at the skin i wish i could shed.
wavering between
trying everything life has to offer
and completely giving up.
You don't know where i am
or where i have been.
I am wasting that potential
that you have always known
was there.
It is rotting away within me.