I, Then, Realized I Haven't Been...Me

I read a poem.
It was a beautiful poem.

I, then, realized how lost I was
Comparing to mine.

I read my poems and, then, realized
How blonde I am.

I've been writing poems, superficially.
Just the top layers of my life and feelings.

I haven't been communicating
The physical with the abstract.

I, then, realized it's because I haven't been feeling.
I haven't been living.

I haven't been writing,
Or even, trying.

I'm sorry.

Can You Kill A God?

I'm not scared of death.
But I am scared of not seeing my love ones
Again.

Death.
It is fear.
But it's not fear of the
Unknown.
It's the fear of the not saying:
Goodbye.

It means, we'll meet again.
Somehow.
A reason.
One day.
In the afterlife.

In the 21st century,
"Goodbye"
is never used.
It's always 'bye."
Because "Goodbye," is the
End.

God just take.
Private property is nothing.
Screw Plato.
We belong to God.
Everyday, every part.

All of our wishes is that in our dying time,
we'll say:
"Goodbye"
to our love ones.

It's never the ideal situation.
We are just gone.

The stuff we do to kill a god.
Just for the Goodbye.
Yeah, you are not fighting for
Freedom.
Your country.
Your pride.
Just a Goodbye.

Just a Goodbye.
It's sad, actually.
Because we deserve so much more.

That's why every life we meet.
We should touch.
Influence them.
Like that, we are never gone.
We will live forever.
We will never say Goodbye.