End of the SummerIt was end of the summerAnd my heart was brokenbut i was smiling, laughing, making jokesLike there was nothing bleeding insideAs always.

Once upon a timeI fell in loveLost myselfAnd find another one.

In this storyI am the poetYou're the poetry.

Don't feed your ego with my soul.

I don't have problems. I am a writer. I am the problem.

A Very Short Poem for Poor LoversYou’ve got nothing, I’ve got nothing, And it’s not a good thing.

at first sight everyone seems like human.

The best revenge is the time. Time takes it's revenge all the time.

Love is bold. Love is blind.

I don't want to break my memories with you.

And life goes on like this, an uncomplete poem.

Accidents happen. Our bones shatter, our skin splits, our hearts break. We burn, we drown, we stay alive.

when you unfriend the people you need, soon you will have to befriend the people you don't need

The biggest labor problem is tomorrow.

I think that nonexistent mythological creature just broke some of your toes," Jack said. Oh, shut up," said Charles

Just go on..and faith will soon return.

If you know anything about me, you know that my life's taken a few unexpected curves and crashes along the way. But hey, at least I can say I took the scenic route!

Moon appears to shine and light the sky with the help of some fireflies, wonder how they have the power to shine?

I'm so lost. Will I ever find myself?

No manager ever won no ballgames.

If anybody needs anything else at their tables, just speak slowly and clearly into your table numbers. Someone from the NSA will be right over with a cocktail.