I don't speak for or against
Except that I do speak
For humanity, against violence
If you...pick up that blob of attack
Smother it with vengeance
and throw; then run...and run as fast as you can
Because it will come back
As a bigger, nastier blob
Run, but a hiding place you won't find
How can you run from hatred?
When it has sunk into your very bones
Do you see it in the mirror each day?
It is eating up your soul
How can you live in peace?
With so much ugliness creepily creeping up
How low can you stoop? Another hit will tell
Why can't you control the bad
If it is really so, through good?
What's the difference then, between you and them?
You **** innocents in the process too
Then you too, must be a terrorist, dear government, isn't that true?

You came
You conquered
You stayed

Even as you left

Do you know...
What families are made up of?
What cousins plan to do to you, behind your back?
With whom father was having those long conversations over the phone?
What happens with some of the best friendships?
Why loving a lover almost always only hurts?

Maybe we fail to decipher this world
Maybe this world fails to express more s*imply

My mind is full of rhymes
Too clouded to find
A single one to pen down
Words beautifully woven inside my crown

Another page I turn, some courage I gain
But more than the ink, my tears stain
The empty white sheets that you've left with me
I pushed you away, but through my actions, couldn't you see?

I needed to hear something you'd say
That would give me a sign, hint at me to stay
Now all but your memory and this silent night remains
And more than an aching red, these heart wrenching beige stains

"Whats anxiety like?"





Sometimes I have to remind myself to breathe.

Another dab of red on her lip
A final spray of fragrance
Baubles cuffing her dainty wrists
And a spring in her step

She steps out and steps into the car
Their eyes meet, a sparkle across one of her 32
He nods with a giggle, "Finally, the day has arrived..."
Zestful fingers turn the key, the engine revs up

And like always, she completes his sentence
With a bright one across her face
"Yes, the day we set each other free."
And together they burst

While little Macy and Phillip
Make promises, young in love
From afar, below the cliff,
They see light shine so bright, like fire burst

And perhaps, they were only firecrackers
Thinks Phillip, his innocent mind
Unable to tell a blast from a burst
But Macy knows, for she caused the brakes to fail

I'll write you a poem
Another day
I'll write you one
When I can
Right now
I'm just too lost
I thought the poet in me
Would die when something
Terrible would happen
And not something
Terrific!
But then here I am
Swimming in numbness
Drowning in mush
Feeling so much
That I feel nothing

I'll write you a poem, my dear,
Another day
I'll write you one
When I can
When I feel a little less intense
Right now, though,
I'm just too consumed
Let me be here
Let me be...