She was looking
wherever true love
for her might be.

To tell you the truth
I was actually hoping
she was looking for me

She did not have
to search further
surely not that far.

Sadly she just
walked by me,
leaving my heart
with a scar

Stay well beautiful childs
Of this night
Of this night forever
My fragile child of strung silver white hair
And that air echoes forever
My silver child of the endless shores
My angel child sing for me
Of dreams and angel things
Stand strong in the evening wind
Bend as though an angel in prayer
And sing for me of the endless

You know it's times like these my child
Where I could spit in the wind
That I could break the evening waves
That like a light in the dark I'm searching for a way to go on
For I've got a reason but she's a distance away
It's been years of searching
The decades echo on
And I'm still here with my long hair and gnarled skin
But it's amazing what a woman can do
So I search on for you
And I'll make her hair the silver streams
And her body the cradle of the valley
And the rising mountain sides
And her lips the sweetest kiss for you
I'll make her ***** so soft and warm
And her voice of angel's harmony
And I'll scratch on in the darkness
Black with my claws until I find her flaws
Even and smooth and her love here just for you
And if I find her flaws
I don't care it's a wide world
And her smile like the sun
Like the gates in the mountainside
And may her river flow and slake our thirst
And if I find her flaws
I'll smooth them over for you
May her crown shine as though the radiance in the sky
And I shall dance in her fires
And her eyes rejoice for we are her lovers
May her breast heave with joy for we are her ones
And if I find her flaws I'll smooth them over for you
And may her belly be deep and dire with the darkest lust for life
And love for me and you
And may her heart burst with love and stand true

As though the bend of that angel in prayer
And the song that sings on in the open air

You will get
fvcking easily dameged
day by day
in your feelings.

Sometimes
people do not care about
who you are.

And sometimes
people care about you
because they have the same feeling with you.

They just want to know
what you feel
but they do not care
what you do after.

You just feel your feeling
by feeling your feeling
day by day
until you do not feel
again
and again
that you are feeling
every sadness
every madness
everything you feel
you are nothing
about you.

Sometimes
you want to die
but dying do not solve your problems.
Anxiety is like you feel dizzy
in your head when you do nothing
but the atmosphere like want to **** you
bit by bit and you feel in your lungs step by step.
Sometimes you feel nothing.
In feeling nothing
you feel you are real.
The real creature that is you.

You deserve to be happy
one day,
and when you get it,
there is nothing
to care again
about what you feel
in the past.

Even the truest of intentions
Can be burned to the ground

Be your own creator.
Mold yourself to look or act however you want,
and don’t forget that it’s never too late to change.

Be your own source of love.
The most intimate connection you will ever have
is that with yourself.

Be your own judge.
You answer to no one but yourself,
so don’t disregard your feelings to please anyone or anything.

Be your own shepard.
While you may not be able to control everything,
you have the power to forge your own fate.

Be your own salvation.
Don’t wait for someone to save you,
you’re strong and capable.

And finally,
Please don’t concern yourself with death.
All that does is waste the precious time you have to live.

She had a dream ,where she can fly ,where she can go anywhere
Where she can talk with nature, with beautiful nature
So she wrote a poetry on a red little diary.
She was broken, had a heavy heart
Her eye's were shining with the drops of tear
She were looking still beautiful
However she was going through the pain which is known by no one.
So she wrote a poetry on that red little diary.

She fell in love with a boy ,she got a new hope ,she got new dreams
She got a feeling of happiness and love was glowing on her face.
So she wrote a poetry, a poetry of love
On that red little diary.
She kissed by him,her heart was beating fast
He hold her hands,pulled her closer and took the taste of her lips
Her first love ,her first kiss.
So she wrote a poetry on that old little diary.

She got married, she got pregnant, she gave birth to a baby.
A baby girl, a sweet little beautiful baby girl,looks like an angel
So she wrote another poetry,a poetry of an angel,
You know it where,on that same old diary.
Her whole life was a poetry
Her happiness, sadness, dreams, hopes ,love
Her everything has written in poetry on a red little diary, isn't it .......?

I read all your poems you have written.
I love all that feelings you have given.
For all poets that I do not know you before, keep writing!
Keep your feeling be true!
The way you choose your life to be,
it can be real you will be.
I love the way you choose the word to be a poetry.
All your poems always make me happy.