Because
it's invisible
it is indestructible -

because
it's metaphorical
it blunts the literal-

because
it's beyond words
it is indescribable -

because
it's boundless
it is immeasurable -

because
it's seamless
it's unstoppable -

because
love is mysterious
poets find it undefinable

I never posted any of my poems
thought people would worry
I went ahead and posted one today
Turns out no one cared anyway

I want to make a statement,
A record,
A public declaration.

I want to speak
Words that can’t be stolen,
Words that can’t be painted over.

I want to say
What needs to be said,
The truths I hope
Will be heard.

Because I tried everything else—
I tried to speak softly,
Quietly, privately,
And watched each word
Denied, disguised, justified

Watched as my character
Was picked apart,
My voice locked up
With the truths I tried to share.

Now I am restless
With this need—
A desire that will not let me go
Until I make my statement,
My record,
My public declaration.

When I feel lost I will rise up
I will reach out towards the stars
To find my way back

When I can’t find my way
I will rise up and see the light
I will follow it back to my path

When I have no words
I will rise up and let you inspire me
I will let you guide me

When I am full of despair
I will rise up towards the sky
Letting it carry me on to my destiny

When I am full of darkness
I will up towards the sun
Letting it fill me with light

like a fire on a cold winters day
the warm blood seeps
from my leg
from my arm
reminding me
i am human
i am alive
the warmth is comfort
when all is cold
the blood is my own

She's just like a flower-
often picked sooner,
replaced quicker,
forgotten, later.

She's just like a flower-
Often picked,
Yet, mistreated.

She's just like a flower-
blooming after every spring,
only to be plucked out, to get forgotten later.

She's just like a flower-
so ethereal,
yet, withers languidly.

she's just like a flower-
hush in a crowd
But, well endowed.

She's just like a flower-
yearning to get chosen,
but not forgotten.
-akshitha.

Our lives
are like cardboard
boxes,

there's only so much
they can retain.

If the pressure's
too great

it will break,
shattering what's
inside.

I loved you
like childhood,

but I guess
we all have to grow up
sometimes.