Pen - pen: Disarm my Pain

COFFEE AND TEA

Sunshine makes me calm,
And sunsets bring me ease,
If I could only choose one from those on the list,
I will definitely not try to tease,
Myself from making such harm to my braincells,
For it only measure how stupid I am,

Not gonna lie to you,
I am just a potato hiding from a burrow of stones,
Not a nutritious snack on the fryer,
Nor on your vegetable platter,
If you were curious about me,
Here's the tea,

I dring a cup of tea,
Just to feel some ease,
It will wash away the bitter,
It will give you peace,
How playful this life is,
They always bring you down,
Regrets on knowing them,
Always make you frown,

If we were broken in peaces,
Not even more to ounces,
We shouldn't let the feeling go,
For it only ruins us,

If we were useless and untalented,
Why do we have something that other people can't do?,
We might be an artist,
We might be a poet,
All of the things was summarized on the sunset,
Or a picture in a locket,

You shouldn't keep the guilt in you,
For it only makes your baggage heavy,
Even planes can't fly with excess baggage,
You should let go and get yourself a bandage,

Sometimes spaces can be nice too,
It will make you feel that you were happy without someone,
You will realize that knowing yourself more,
Is better than knowing somebody else,
For the real key of success is understanding yourself,
And thinking outside your shelf,

This isn't motivational,
This isn't too rational,
This words might be identical,
But this words comes out from nowhere,
I swear,

I only write when the clock reaches midnight,
Some words here was created with my reverie,
Even those poems was created with insanity,
Do I have a special kind of thinking?,
Or am I just a normal writer with this kind of writing?,

Let me know you,
After you know me,
For it only makes me feel unsafe,
Who knows, everybody changes their own shape,

For those who love coffee,
Great for you that it will make some good for you,
Wine is way making me more numb,
I know it sounds dumb, but I shouldn't be literal here,
It will make this poem too old from the shelves,

Don't spill the tea!,
Or the coffee may put you down,
You may pour it on the seed you planted,
Until it blooms perfectly on the sunset,
At plead yourself to die on grief,
This is out of this world,
Indeed.

This is a product of tears and laughter,
Make me smile in just a little more time,
Till my heartbeat dies, and this camera shutter.