Paperback Poetry

7. each one of is a kind of our own, each one of us has grown to have the same bone
8. what we've all been blessed from this kind Earth, although it's starting to seem like a blinded curse
12. those who don't take action, but let things happen
13. we eat the seed and use it for oil, but we don't feast the flower as it would spoil
15. the way we show our thoughts easily, addressing the issue much more clearly
17. something a woman can do for a man to pull through
18. we alert ourselves when we are in danger, with a noise we make, which sounds more stranger
19. the way we make ourselves worry, over nothing to make us cry heavily

1. the time of the day we are lazy to wake up, at least the sun should've given us a simple heads-up
2. blooms every spring, the scent of freshness it brings
3. something you can't buy with money but with a joke that is funny
4. the way those suffer with the unhappiness inside them, the way those want to end it regardless within 'em
5. the silence we feel when we are not heard, the tears we cry, when no one hears our words
6. the things we do so aggressively, at times could be so vigorously
9. we might have lion in our name, but not all of us our deadly like it says
10. a world filled with colors, who knew it would be filled with wonder
11. the failure of evolution, i was never the solution
13. once we arrive to the library, the sound of the atmosphere seems so airy
14. the mother who blessed us with such greenery, the views, the lakes and the sceneries
16. an event which brings such loss and disaster, could never be fixed with such a simple plaster