Every one who has ever felt
has a philosophy on Love

I believe no one ever really knows what Love is
Its an odd affection that consumes all

There are so many kinds of Love
mad love, hateful love, sad love, happy love
Whose ever to understand what is really Love is

I don't think most ever will...
Nor do I believe most should

Love is for the feelers
Love is for the writers and the artists and photographers
For people who constantly want to capture what they feel

Everyone deserves Love
But what people call True Love
Is reserved for those who mull over
Every look, the touches, the smells, the lighting
Words, sentences, gasps, and moans

What everyone feels is different
And that is beautiful

But those who feel the most deeply
Are those who choose to feel everything
Those who aren't afraid to feel

They want everyone to feel their Saturday mornings
Filled with white light
Resplendent but chilly
Intimate filled with fluffy pillows and blankets
Making coffee and eggs

They want everyone to know that's how the feel Love
That Love is in their everyday
But what they want to explain even more
Is the One time Love they feel

Whether its still theirs or not.
Because it is worth it

That's the real difference between Love and what everyone calls Love
When its felt so deeply
Everyone needs to know
Even when it isn't there
Because it will not happen again
But it made you love everything else, that much more

I wonder as I wander
I dream as I ponder
What the world would be
Without you or me
If you were not here
I'd likely disappear
Because without you
Just what would I do
Me, however
If my life were severed
It would bare no consequence
For I have no sustenance
I'm no special man
In this barren land
I'm hollow through and through
No, I'm nothing like you
I'm battered and scarred
My life's been quite hard
You're the only reason I'm still here
So don't leave me alone with my fear
Stay with me overnight
Hold me ever so tight
And anytime you want to go
There's one thing you should know
I really and truly do need you

Just fathom for a moment, someone actually understanding what you want to be heard.
Having someone nod or smile at the fact that they have the same issue or looking at some painting and feeling the same emptiness and sadness as you do.
Just that the mind can comprehend such a fact that someone else could understand such a disaster of a title wave.
Everything that was left behind, they saw the same wreckage as you.

An artist draw
A writer write
An actor act
And an admirer admire

But sometimes we need to look back
To people that has been supporting us
To ones who helps in need
To that person following the path we lead

I can't write a good poem
That's not true the poem is in you
And If I keep one trying why?
Look at the sky vast and high

We need supporters
One is enough
But two won't hurt
And so on

Life full of ups and downs
Surprise or repetition
Reward of punishment
But think of that as a gift not a burden

We can learn a lot from people around us
Behaving, Talking, and such
Sometimes looking back worth a try
But don't let the time passes by

I just want to sleep
But I am thinking of you
Therefore I can't sleep

pretty little sticky thing caught my tongue
and I think it’s time to come clean
and wipe down my benches
with fake lime liquid particles
and faded yellow cloths.

twisted the blue plastic out of my teeth,
wiped the mustard from my lips
(was laid on too thickly anyway)
popped the fishscales out from my eyes,
smiled.

let the rose water run thick and hot
in the bathtub, let in flow in and out
of all my cavities, like it and I were
almost one
(I’m already so much rose water
anyway),
opened my flabby mouth and swallowed.

pretty little green thing got stuck in my tongue.
time to come clean.

Whatever bad day I have,
Somehow after I meet you,
I'd lean to forget,...

Every night,
You'd wash them away,
Like the wave,
To the sands on the shore,

You,
To my memory...
Somehow, you ease...
You distance...

The days when I lose you are the worst days ever
You'd be cruel to keep with you the ruddiness out from me
And I'd walk like a failing zombie
Failing from my own self, running for cover

Seems like I need you...
Seems like I'd need to love you...
O Sleep...

Why make memories when I'll want to erase them sooner or later
Nothing last forever even if I believed in it
And if pride got in the way of things, I'd rather not be proud of anything
There's days where my random thoughts come crashing down on me like sediments hitting the ground in a valley
A "stay with me" isn't so sure, but I can't ask for the impossible
I can only be sure of death, or a "goodbye" with an empty bottle pills in my hand
I never really got how I started seeing myself in the mirror without feeling anything
Sometimes I feel the need for my face to be seen in the streets even though people don't know it
I share and I lose, and that's why I feel as I go and think of it as a first time
I'll talk about what happened and what will never happen, but that's just me
I don't have much to say tonight, be good

Tired physically.
Tired emotionally.
Tired of *******.
Tired of money.
Tired of ****** drivers.
Tired of ****** people.
Tired of headaches.
Tired of back pains.
Tired of anxiety.
Tired of depression.
But most of all,
I'm just tired of being tired.