It's finally over

I'm just talking nonsense

I know how stubid this may sounds but sometimes I wish if i had a really big problem in my life so I can be sad for a real good reason , instead of just being depressed and disappointed for no reason at all. I'm waitting for that great good thing to happen ,that would turn my life upside down and makes me wanna wake up in the morning every day and draws a smile on my face.
I was watching a movie in which a man was asked are you happy ? the man just said "I'm happy enough. I don't give much , I don't expect much , I don't get much, I'm happy with what I get, I'm happy enough ." this answer reminded me with something shakespear once said

Expectations are the source of all heart aches.

Maybe we just have to learn not to expect much then we will just be happy with what we get, maybe .

love story

Chambers of my imagination
are full of pictures of you and me
of what could have been between us
if you weren't what you turned to be
sweet lies you told me
faked dreams you made me see
all are engraved in my heart
hidden under an oak tree
memories about you
sometimes come back to me
but the heart that loved you is dead
a poisonous potion set me free
I've a new heart now
growing
like a flourishing tree .

just another mini poem

Write my name in blood
Breath poison in my face
Engrave my intials on rocks
Build a memorial on my grave

Enchanted

Rubies in my viens , diamond is my heart
brown brows crowning my hazel eyes
daisies in my hair , sand in my fist
sliping out of the hand that is mist
I sip more wine by those warm lips
I touch my hand again to see if it exists
I'm fading away slowly, I retreat to a secret place
hiding from reality to sleep in my cave
I close my eyes , I see a twilight
erasing all the darkness from my outside
wine is gone , I took the last sip
it's already dusk now , no more enchanted trips

I N F P

When I'm alive , I'm dead
When I'm dead , I'm born alive
Earth is my mother , time is my father
Tears are my water , sympathy is my food
Pain completes me , wounds heal me
Imperfect is me , disappointment is my mood

My escape

I wanna hide from you
close my eyes tight so you won't see me through
I won't show up again unless I become new
Washed from all my sins and pain
sparkling like a diamond in blue
I swim in my ocean so I won't reach your shore
I'll always be there
driving you
away from my core

Mini mini poem

I was attending a toxicology class when I wrote this little poem . I find lecture halls are always inspiring : )

The ticking clock has stopped
to alarm those who are asleep
in a glass coffin they were awaiting
for the call that rings so deep