The first poem wasn't mine here's one it's a translation (don't know how good) so hope u like it!

on each balance someone dies the silence of the breast breaks forces to give to take source as development panic me.an it was finished.here.enough.hide yourself and pretend you can die enjoy know describe retain receive receive they give believing they're alive believing.in each balance someone makes room for the other returning.to go ahead to walk without knowing what it means to walk the parts disappear you remain calm without understanding that you remain and want the same .continue.