Each pain I reach for
causes me to fall
down. When I do a test
or do my hw I can't help
the feeling where did
everything go? I stare
into space when my mind
wanders off or when a teacher
starts speaking.

Running down that road I can feel
my eyes shaking me. My fingers tapping
the sound of music. What has happened
to me as I wonder. No tears no screams
just blank piece of paper

Is it because of you? Whenever I see you
I am the statue still frozen by the words
you have given me. But as my eyes looks at
your eyes for one second I have got
nothing to say.

It doesn't matter what has happened. I opened
my words to you. Words my happiness it
represents me, who i want to be
in life. Maybe some people
can't get that, but my mind
is different. Its a shooting
star shooting to the moon as it
reaches for something higher.

Friends, what are friends? You make
friends one day the another day you
decide to hate that person. The world
is tiny ball waiting for change in weather
so people can't starve forever.

how it all started

The feeling of looking at the sky shows how much your eyes can wander. Whenever I look at the sky my brain goes calm as the water is touching your feet, it felt like your brain was getting an idea. Each cloud on the sky shows a carving emotion I desire for. Feeling the breeze in your hands, hair, fingers, eyes it makes you calm and it’s like you are the top of the world. I remember when I was 2 years and I used to throw books all over and grab pencils in my hand. Whenever I am holding a pencil or a pen as if writing something my hands start to shake for having the feeling to be a writer. Every time I close my eyes I can see myself sitting in the room and a pencil in my hand trying to write something on the paper. My mother ‘eyes were on me, she’s watching me and I imagine her thinking about what I’ll write…” I didn’t care if my family thought I was insane child in the family. Doing something as a child sounds frightening to a mom. My mom used to tell everyone when my brother was little he was used to play cricket, one of the popular sports as an infant child. I didn’t want or imagine my mom running to my aunts and my grandma how I was writing on a paper with no words. My mind controls me kind of like how a thunder storm controls the sky to throw in heavy drops of rainfall. It took me awhile to hold down the paper and about to write something. My brother used to encourage me saying "you know what to you do it.” With those words, in couple of weeks I write my first word. I was walking around, pushed my mom and grab the stolen pen from her and wrote “bird”. My mom used to carry me to the roof and show me the kinds of birds flying the sky. I felt I was in airplane having adventures, writing down places I have seen in the world.

falling deeper

You change my world with just one smile
you took my heart with just one kiss
you were my world after that one day
you planted a fire in my heart
and brought me peace
you awakened my soul and made me reach for more

You made me better and understanding
Every time i reach out to you,
never failing at finding an outstretched hand
The same hand that surrounds and engulfs the
desolate and frigid hands that i had
now have become full of life and warmth
full of happiness and comfort

I have no need to feel alone
i see how the webs of our hands interlock
as they fall to fit perfectly together
i see how each embrace i fall
deeper into your eyes ans they capture me

The Place

I stepped upon the cement, pondering on the choice of whether I should leave on to this journey or stay here with my family. No, I thought, I must go, how will I become the ‘child to be proud of’ if I don’t? This journey was going to be full of risk. Venomous creatures lurked about, and I was not strong even though at times people considered me brawny. I stepped into the bus, and sat next to the window, since I enjoyed watching the sky and looking at the world surrounding me. Before I knew it, night had become one of autocratic power. I looked down at my old pair of blanched jeans that I had on, and became sleepy. Soon…, I said to myself, Soon… When I woke up, we had arrived to the place. People around me were beginning to put their jackets, sweaters, vests on, and getting up to prepare to bring down their bags. I looked outside, it looked like a nice, warm day out. I put my bag over my shoulder then got up and took down my suitcase. Walking off the bus I felt the sun embrace me. As my eyes wandered, I heard the laughter of kids playing tag around me, two woman discussing how certain men mistreat women, young lovers wondering what colors to paint their living room and kitchen, a man who sells crosses scolding a young boy for using words of blasphemy, and a cat meowing, sitting upon a bench staring at me. People scattered left and right, talking everywhere. I watched as two men unpacked a truck of cement. You could see the sweat glistening on their foreheads from how laborious the work was for them. After watching the men, I snapped back into reality and searched for the ‘secret passage’ I came to look for. After a good 5 minutes or so of observing the area, I found it. I walked towards the forest of the place. At first I stopped before actually stepping foot into it. I was worried of being lost, not being able to get out. I wouldn’t be able to contend against anything because of my weakness. Even so, with all these worries, I continued my trip, and stepped in. Along the walk, I saw many strange looking birds, rodents, and insects. I of course, was very humane, and would never hard any of them for no reason whatsoever. I actually appreciated their presence and stared at their illustrious beauty. After some time, while taking in the scenery, I stumbled upon what at first looked like a menacing beast from many feet away, but when close appeared to be a horse on the ground. I only saw its back, which seemed to have a purple glow on it in the spots where sunlight hit. I walked around to the other side to see its face, since I noticed it was still breathing but not moving. My mouth dropped open. One of it’s eyes looked liked it had been punched, and it had cuts up and down the stomach and legs. The horse seemed to have gone through quite an amount of maltreatment, and intolerable pain. Soon as I saw this beautiful, suffering creature I knew what I need to do next. Be it’s savior. Exactly that, is what I became.