The only thing I truly get jealous of is the poems you read but my pen didn’t write. The only time I get jealous is when another writer digs deep down in you and gives you a poem that hurts you on the inside. I get jealous of the words you read, for they have not been written by me and how do I compete? Writing is the only thing that makes me feel complete.
But I’m a writer and I’m in love. The only perfect thing I offer is a pen and some papers. The only thing I want you to feel are my words slicing you up inside. For i have dipped my pen right In my heart to write of your love and your magical parts. For I’ve been writing about you, before I met thy eyes and maybe it’s because I felt you inside.
So my darling don’t I have the right to get jealous of the words your eyes read? And the sentences your mouth completes?
If I can fill you up with only my letters and my aches. Embed you with my torn papers and pencil case, I’ll make sure you’ll never need another writer’s poem to read. But only my art to make you feel complete.

Those people of the town, they don’t read books
They don’t know what it’s like to be another character just for a few knots.
Those people of the lovely town, they have no music on
They don’t know what it’s like to swim in a melody and drink the lyrics.
The people of that lonely town, they bury love
They can’t experience flying nor even drowning in the sky.
Those people of that town can’t afford to hug
They miss the intertwine of one rib to another.
Those people in my town try to transform me into one of them
But I’m escaping this place, before it’s coffee-black night sky swallows my stars.

God’s Land

When he goes back surrendering to God’s land
Hope he has right words and a million worthy plans
Doesn’t seem like a fool from the hardships Earth offered
And maybe forget the times and rise above it.
When he goes back to God’s land
Let me hope He takes his hand
“Son, you’ve done this life really wrong. But let me make up for the dimness of your soul”
I hope he’s smart enough and offers God a shake
Because thy slave was outwardly lost in your extended hell.