When I don't
have money,
then I shouldn't
try to be a poet
Even I wouldn't
think about love!

I turn the bitter
into honey,
but other's eyes
ignore me first
and make me upset,
They don't
care what I have!

If I would like
to be kind
and love others,
then people mind
me and laugh
behind my back.

They take some
advantages
of my sympathy
and address me
as a foolish person.

But who always
inspire me
they're my soul
and my heart!
I'll always pen my words
and sing for everyone!

I watch her dance

her movement
is singular
she trained
every cell to be
in synch
it is communication
in its purest form
internally and
externally

I understand
something about

eternity when

I watch her dance

I ask the river
to swallow me

but with this drought
it is in more pain

than me
it asks me for my help

asks me what have I done
to this world

says everything was fine
before me

I tear off my clothes
exposing myself to nature

I jump in and

sink a few feet
to the bottom

I start to cry
hoping every little bit

helps