Poetry is like a living being
It lives in a world that's created on lined paper
It breathes in the writers' imagination
And feeds on the words that is written.
Poetry is the vast oceans
Words swimming around
Forming sentences and rhymes

Poetry is like the meaning of life
Forever to be a myster
Until. . .
Some smarty pants
With no pure imagination
Slaughters it with logic
Dissecting the poem
JUST to fugure out its meaning
Leaving the poem LEFT FOR DEAD

Poetry is like the free birds in the sky
Til one day a greedy child
Traps it in a cage
Never to be let free
Till it learns how to sing~

When I'm not with you its the worst itch
Because I'm longing to see you
That is my truest vice
My one addiction true

I always wish to see you
To touch your beautiful face
To kiss your perfect lips
Or feel your warm embrace

I for everything you are
Your beauty, your smile, your love
Because these feelings we share
are purer than a dove

Every day we spend apart
is one that's unfufilled
I'm always wanting to see you
And when I do my heart is thrilled.

Isn't this part of love?
That you always long to see the one.
And the joy when you see them
Burns brighter than the sun

In this silence,
Not a word.
But this feeling?
Its heard

The rise and fall
of your chest
as you're in my arms
These nights are best

Your gentle breath
Which dances on my arm
Which hold you tight
away from harm

Forever I would be content
To just lay here
With you in my arms
and with no fear

It seems that once
The silence can speak
And these feelings
Are not weak

Words cannot describe
the endless joy and love
I fell in your arms
and in my my hands your fingers fit like a glove.

The silence speaks
but no one hears
And all though it will happen again
I'll remember it for years.

Starbucks is not an image, it's a brand.  I don't buy your coffee talk. Don't feed me your low-brow, middle-class, high-minded *******. I know you better than you know yourself. You sit there for all the world to see, displaying your property, as if that makes you you. You in your tiny bubble, blanketed by an aura of serenity. I just want burst your peace into millions of pieces. I want to shake the foundations your chair and table stand on and watch you clutch for your cafe latte. "Oh, my dress." But the stain matches your clothing. Fitting, isn't it?

for my friend with autoimmune disease*

Finally you are healthy,
for the time being. Won't you
pick up your guitar again
and play me a song. Sing
the world a lullaby.

So full of optimism, you,
make me believe, that you,
can conquer anything.
Except, relapse comes
and I'm crying. This world
can not afford to lose you.

This time turns out okay.
But I live in fear,
of unpredictable relapse.
While you, take advantage
of the health temporarily
granted to you. Each moment,
you deserve every moment.

Aloha!
Buongiorno, uomo
Hola
Hi      Hey
     Hello
How does the devil say hello?
Goodbye!
With death.

Dear Little Sister,
I am Disgusted,
You are my little sister

I am Disappointed,
You threw away innocence.

I am Saddened,
I could not be your guardian.

I am Embarrassed,
You are better than that.

I am Livid,
Because **I Love You