Loneliness gives us time to think of unthinkable;

An extra bit of what we are;

Know the demon within feed the unborn;

Desires to grab and to make a plan;

Take a coffee sip to the bottom of your throat;

Let the hunger feed and roast;

Cultivate the charisma you own;

Gaze to let know you are froast.

Watch for people to use fix the ladders;

Leave rest sitting in mild silence focking faggers;

Make your way up to the levels;

No need looking back the miseries you garnish.

Meet the new protocols and innovate skills;

Your labor must be reflected in receipt of the bills;

Love Sex Drug will automatically find your way;

Do not stop practicing the drills.

Pour a party on the men you use and reused;

Women hmmm depends what you choose;

Let pictures be clicked when you get to the road;

Never pose even if you are damn doped.

There is a world for winners in this world itself;

Ordinary always stare at you on big screens in Gulf;

It’s always you who holds the string of the kite;

Guide it to favour yourself or there are people ready to indulge in fight.

Cherish the wins with people important;

Family is not always as rotten;

Mingle friends and family;

You have a girlfriend; let’s try some shots then;

After all the life is to be enjoyed and its better with luxuries;

Drive cars as fast as you can just don’t ram;

Devil within will be happy if you do all things in balance;

Too much of bad even he will be annoyed and in silence.

The poems i write and well, shared here are part of my life. 
They are all origin of some sort of feelings, emotions, news, event, which occured and inspired me to note them down.

Well putting things simply is one way, poetry is one other way you can remember it.

I am just a beginner at it. Saw much work here and well trying to be better.

Burning sun and a walking couple,

Only vacant seat below a huge tree of apple,

People around gazing with eyes on their temple,

Haven’t they ever dated or failed to tackle?

A boy and a girl together are often a show,

Parks are guarded where must they go?

The boy wants a kiss from his girl,

Finding a place to hide from this world.

Hotel fares rise when they watch a boy and a girl,

When it comes to the owner he has a perfect room for all his curls,

Why can not a teen couple enjoy the way they want?

They get banged by the men and a complimentary taunt.

Can’t people mind their own business?

Others happiness creates constipation none the less,

This whole world is crazy in a way,

As a girl passes and there is a big line of stupid guys of play.

I often watch guys trying to play cool,

Gals on the other half pretend to be irritated and rude,

This game of attraction is fun to watch,

But after it passes your door you need a scotch.

Love and lust are two different experiences,

You mingle them up you drop their seriousness,

Walk with your eyes open but don’t make faces,

Let others have fun and trust your aces.

Is there a memory you want to live back?

Is there a card you want to shuffle?

To win a lost bet in life;

For something you always regret.

An empty ship with a captain as you;

Sail where your heart takes you;

Enjoying the blue;

In a want to end at you.

Life is not always at its best;

Sometimes you play all-in and loose all you possess;

You drive in silence in a big car;

Want to return home, but it’s pretty far.

On your way home is a nice bar;

You want to move in;

Sorry your buddies don’t like you;

Because you were always too far.

Start your life with time for your own;

Go out make someone moan;

Love and drugs waiting in town;

Release yourself win some crown.

Kick start of bikes gals grab their ride,

this is the youth of tonight,

no interest in learning,

we on the inside are burning,

the price of fuel is too high.

Pocket money has always been a problem,

independence is our mission,

we are moving out to the light,

chasing the dreams not scared to fight.

Long drives with friends in a car,

guys playing guitar gals smoking in the bar,

bartendar bring me a taquilla i’m out of power.

But when its somethng against the world,

atleast we stand infront of the others,

unaware of the differences of our ancestors,

holding hands to walk past the lanes.

The others name us rebellions we dont care,

we are the youth we atleast dare,

crossing the lines dividing the world,

we are waiting for a new sunshine.

We dream of a world being united as one,

where noone is left alone at home,

dancing in a club wid unknown,

sharing pains building bonds never known.

Starting a new tradition of one being,

walking up straight not scared even if we bleed,

we are together in this world,

we are the youth and a change in ourself.

“It was my first poem ever.”

A single tear in the darkness of night,

One day she found something you gifted before the fight,

And so her forever burning soul roared,

She only needs you no treasure no gold.

A tiny box filled with smiles and love,

A cyclone of emotions overtaken her mind and heart,

Napkins finished but didn’t end her tears,

Smiles filled valleys between her pain and shiver.

The first step on your own and the picture seems so beautiful,

So delicate for even a little cut was brutal,

And one other dat you called her MOM,

She made the best recipies for almost whole of the town.

Time passed and you entered to teen,

Found friends and kindda forgot the shoulder you loved to lean,

But she understood every slope as she was young before,

Held your hand where you were to taste floor.

A day came you fell in love with a richie,

Somehow she knew he was nothing more but a piggie,

But you were in your youth and didn’t take a note,

Left home ran with him like a holy goat.

The tiny box opened and the sweet memories kept coming to her in time,

Because mothers are mothers always waiting even if drowning or flying.