"People born naked, died naked, too.
That's why I live most of my life try to always be naked."

Probably that's what Miley Vyrus thought all this fucking time... #society

I don’t light the candle

[I]

I was made of a cake, a gift and a candle;

In a sweet birthday party and a cuddle.

A glorious invitation with a name on it

Everybody’s invited.

Those happy faces,

Lurking sounds behind their smiles,

Find me with a starry hat

In my mother`s  arm.

[II]

I was made of freedom, dreams, and hopes

I stare at the ceilings and I learn a word “above”.

The party`s gone

I could finally lean on.

I wear my loveliest suit;

Waiting for a cherry-bite.

 A wrapped box with its colorful ribbons

It says a name I couldn’t remember.

[III]

I am a realist

I don’t light the candle

I don’t make my own age

I don’t know, what I`m made of now.

But, I bought myself a party

But, I give myself a special gift

But, I picked a cherry by myself

And I sing myself a birthday song.

Because I don’t light the candle;

That’s just I can`t handle.

Eyes, Ears, Lips, Heart

Sometimes these tears could easily fall,
When these eyes wanted to call;
Your silhouette stays beneath my eyeballs,
Yet, it climbs my wall.

Hear the wind...
It softens your mind;
Hear me... when loves makes me blind;
You are the one to find.

"I love it,
the way I miss you
I miss it,
the way you need me,
I need it,
the way I love you; the way you love me back; the way we love each other."

Look at this heart
Hear what it calls
Say nothing but the simple truth;
It belongs to you; I.

At Least

He needs to halt;
doesn't even know where to start

He lost his mind
Yet, he is blind

--

His life is like a city that burns the sky
He lives his heart like a paper left in the rain

Years gone by
Things have just remained unchanged

That blind selfish weak man
Now touches his ashes, he was cremated
"I told ya, his life is like the city that turns into dust
I told ya, his heart is torn apart"

--

that man;
howling
and people feared
and the girls cried.

he is unwanted

--


Now, I can see things
Even its a total dark
Quite surprised I wasn't that blind
Alas!
Why can`t I hear my very own laugh??
Well, at least I wasn't dead, just breathless
Even this heart doesn't beat
At least, I`m alive
Even this coffin doesn't fit me
--

Crux

Disheartened by the wind that blows;
His life is full of tales;
Where the leaf won`t bow,
And the trees grow pale.

Like a wingless bird that cant sing;
He tried to swing
And he went nowhere,
He stood, just there.

He talked to me but I ain`t his God.
Then, he walked up to his God and pleaded
"Dear God, Thou art in the know of mine blatant and sinful heart forsooth;
Prithee! Parfay, begging Thee to remove `tis ruth somewhither the heart won`t sail...
..won`t sail..."

Li(F)e

Life
Life
Life
Li_e
F?
Frankness?
Falsehood?

That`s LiFe;

Heartless

I wished this poem were not even exist:

Tears me up to see me
I`m wasting my life just to see you
because it ends up with nothing--
wasting in just believing.

You don`t have to crawl on my feet;
Pleading your hearts to be fed.
Sick of trying on to meet.
Think nothing of me, afraid.

It`s just a war between your fantasy and mine

Between tragedy and comedy