Losing myself in a beautiful way



Boys don’t cry


the gleaming drops

flowing around the hazel look

fight their way to the rim of the lashes

pushed back by a lightning of the clenched teeth.

another hard blow slides on left cheek

hot stingy sensation strikes the whole face

he wants to scream out loud

but a soft whisper brushes his mind

“Boys don’t cry, my baby. Hold on, just one more day.”

he makes no sound, only the burning eyes howl

another bad day that only he and his mother understand.




Colorful hairs
Pretty faces
Tensed looks
Confident smiles
Worries stare
The suits
The good smell
And I find myself
trapped in a box of
To be in Today
To be surprised with the unexpected flaws or deeds
To consume the air they are freely given
I wish I had not jumped into this box at first place
I could have taken the stairs instead
I feel my good vibe evaporates