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I don’t know what my future will be because there’s still the present that I have to live in order to build my future, but who in this world does not think of the future, even I do. I am as curious as anybody else what my future will be and there are times that I think that maybe I’ll be a bum, knocking on doors and asking for a penny or something and sometimes I think that I’ll be what I dream of, but I can’t tell if that will happen. I always see myself as in front of the computer, writing something extraordinary and something out of experience with a cup of coffee beside my computer and piles of manuscript that still need some polishing and lots of sticky note posted in my board. I will have eye bags and I will look like a zombie. I don’t have a family yet, because I am so dedicated with what I am doing and I think a family will just intervene with my work. There will be deadlines that I have to meet and I’m starting to get crazy because I don’t know what else to do, but after a...

I am happy, But I end up crying. Broken like a shattered glass, And scattered as pieces of papers. My feelings grew like flowers in the spring, But yours withered like in the fall. A promise of a thousand years, But not a word is kept. What have you done? Why have you forsaken this love? Even if the time pass. Wounds won't still be healed. It is a cliche, I speak of broken love. Let the world fall apart, And mourn with my tragedy.

I got thousand of friends, But I can count them in a hand. I got few foes, But a hand is not enough. Fallible notes come from my friends' lips, And truth they behold. My enemies lend me a shoulder, And never stab me at my back. Friends, they call themselves, But Liars as I call them. Enemies, they admitted, But Friends as I treated. When tears tumble down my cheeks, My foes weep with me. When I am down and cannot stand, My friends walk away. Enemies can be friends, But friends itself, do not trust!

I am blind, For I see no good. I am mute, For I speak no truth. I am deaf, For I hear no right. I am numb, For I feel no joy or sorrow. There's no room for sympathy, Or for pity. I am a heartless creature, For I crash them by my hands. I bring them to their grave, Giving them justice they deserve. I put thorns, So no one can cross. Only I can tell who may pass, For I rule this world. Souls dwell in my home, But not for too long. I am more than Hades, For he's even afraid of me.

I kept on running, And you kept on chasing. It's like a never ending story, And it's not so lovely. I walked half of the way, And ran the rest of the road. It's a nightmare, And I wanted to wake. I heard a gunshot, And then I saw blood on my shirt. "Why?" I asked. But you didn't answer. It's more than a knife, that slashed my tongue. It's more than a whip, That hit my eyes. It's more than anything, And it's killing me. I know that this is my end, And you're already satisfied. Because my death, Will be your happiness.

Poems are not in my line, But I write for your sake. Hoping you'll appreciate, My written works of love. The music I play, Is never been easy. For you to understand, 'Cause melody's difficult to find. The photos I take, Is a work of my love. That captures the light, That makes my world bright. Nothing's impossible. For those who love. Everything's a dream come true, For those who believe.

Death knocks on my door, And I let him in. He sits on my bed, And asks me to lie down. I want to ask him why, But I cannot utter any words. He asks me to close my eyes, And I obey whole heartedly. He sings me a lullaby, Which isn't familiar. He cuddles me in his arms, And it is too lovely. I feel safe, but he is death, And I am with him.