and in the end
i will seek you
out amongst
the stars

the space dust
of me will
whisper,
"i love you"

into the infinity
of the universe

what you see is just an illusion
         you don’t know me
                      the real me
                             reality hurts
because everything is always wrong
               everything never works
               everything dies anyway
                                  dying is a dream
deep deep down, far far in

i’m just an illusion,
waiting to be erased,
             to be changed

petals
teardrops
snowflakes
rain
stars
tides
eyelids
time
shadows­
leaves
the sun
and i,
for you

you were a pretty person
with a terrible ugly heart
and you will forever
love pretty things
in a terribly ugly way

nothing kills as much as your own thoughts

.she hides all her problems behind a smile.
                                                behind her smile is a world of pain and hurt.
       you think you know her,
but you really have no idea

you liked me enough
to lie

if your eyes could speak, what would they say?

don't you ever forget about me

the one who keeps me company,
when no one comes to my side

the small flame flickered in the darkness
as she ran as fast as her feet could take her

behind her, the sound of metal hooves hitting
the concrete pavement echoed throughout
the empty streets…

her eyes caught a shadowed cloister of a convent
before her legs gave out, she quickly dashed to the
dark alleyway.  

she slowly walked through the winding path,
steadying her breath and massaging her feet
that had suffered through the run..

when will this nightmare end?

i just want to be
good for you

i just want to look
good for you

i just want to feel
good for you

if you break down as much as me,
would you know
how I feel?

i always catch myself thinking about you

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i love the creases that your forehead makes when you throw your head back in laughter and joy. the crinkles in your eyes when you smile.

i fill my notebook
with words and
drawing of you,
me, and us.

i look back at the
moments we had
shared, back when
we used to be     'us'

the voices in my head
won't be silenced

the only solution they say,
is to pull the trigger.

they said that it would
be easier for me.

so i did.

IT’S 2:38 AM BUT I NEVER SLEEP
ANYMORE BECAUSE
OVERTIME I CLOSE MY EYES
YOUR PICTURE BURNS IN MY
EYELIDS AND THE THOUGHT
OF YOU SITS IN THE BACK
OF MY BRAIN

it is okay not to feel fine.
it is okay not to know what to do.

trust your gut instincts.

they are usually right

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                                                 l o v e l y
                                              l o n e l y
                                           l o v e l y
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                                                 l y
                                                y

im not the same but i hope you're proud

all i need is one
all i need is one

the bitterness
is hard to swallow

maybe another one?
another one
need another one

“daddy, where are you going?”, asked the little boy.  

“im going to the city for a bit, son,” said the the man.  

“for how long?”, asked the little boy, “you’ll be back for my birthday right?”

the man crouched down and patted the boy on his head,
“of course, son.  i wouldn’t miss your birthday, ever.”

the little boy smiled, and whispered, “pinky promise?”

the man smiled and replied, “pinky promise.”

the little boy stood up and hugged the man.
the man looked down and hugged him back.

the man glanced at his phone and said, “well, i gotta go, buddy.”

the little boy frowned and mumbled, “ill miss you daddy.”

“i'll miss you too buddy.”

and then the man opened the door and left.


the boy waited or days and days,


but he never came back.

i can't stop drinking about you

they look like the
wiry legs of spiders


splinters of her
******* in his bed

the panic isn't settling anymore.

As far as I am concerned, poetry is a statement concerning the human condition, composed in verse.

I thought that
the best of me
comes out
when I am with you.
But I was wrong.
It seems that
the best of me
was you.
It was always you

everything for love

it beats within the frailest heart,
of gentle wings unfurled.
to be set free and fly into
each corner of the world.

safety pin the broken pieces
and patch them up

he was an artist,
she was a poet.

he drew beautiful paintings,
she wrote melancholy poems.

he saw her, sitting outside a cafe,
quietly sipping her cup of coffee,
while gazing up at the blue sky,
occasionally looking back down
to write something in her journal.

later that night, he decided to go
for a evening stroll.  

he saw her sitting on a bench,
gazing up at the moon with
sad eyes.

he walked to the bench and
sat himself next to her.

she blinked once and looked
at him.  he smiled back and
silently nodded his head as a
greeting and she smiled back.

she looked back up at the moon
and said, "the moon is beautiful isn't it"

he looked up at the moon and replied,
"yes, i think it is beautiful how the
moon glows using the sun’s light
and the sun never asks for anything
in return."

she looks back at him again, and
smiles shyly while whispering,
"yes, i like it too."

he smiles back at her warmly and
looks back up at the moon.

i try to hide it but it's too loud

morning sun
empty bed
cold sheets
open door
folded note
cool breeze
scattered mind
he's gone

i decided to
lay under the
stars again...

it was
beautiful..

i saw a
shooting star again
and i wasted
another wish
on
you.

make sure she's your best friend and princess if you want to be happy