if i didn't teach you anything
i'll teach you this:
akin to all poetic techniques
summarised by words such
as pun and metaphor,
vulgarity is a technique in
poetry that allows for fluidity to take place,
and that's the only relevant point
to make to answer the asian haiku
with an eurpean ensō;
after all, us europeans dig furthest
into a poetic narrative, we hardly
bother to keep it short:
vulgarity like all other poetic technique,
the use of vulgarity is to represent
fluidity... a one quick gesture from
beginning to end... and your life in between,
added: if i wasn't being ******
in my composition, you'd keep me locked-up
in an ivory tower of respectability,
and i couldn't sideline you on the paved
plateau of everyday ***** speech
when buying a pair of socks.

In these moonlit hours
I lay here, my thoughts racing
Sometimes it's hard to handle
The realities that I'm facing

My mind is over-tired
Yet my thoughts keep me awake
It's just the way I'm wired
It feels as if there's no escape

Flashbacks hit me like a flash flood
I'm drowning in the memories
My wounds have opened, there is blood
Pouring from my arteries

As the crimson river runs
It feels do or die, this battle
The journey's never any fun
When you're up a creek without a paddle

I see everything so vividly
The visions that dance before my eyes
I'm overcome with melancholy
As I whimper out soft cries

Then just as quickly as it came
The feeling is gone, I'm no longer numb
My body's shaking dissipates
As I brace myself for when the next wave comes

Going my way since I'm encountered for.
Everyone should know about it.
Massachusetts welcomes you to faith of impression.
I respect myself and others.
Never got involved in criminal activities.
I love being a beautiful rain lover of the year.

Anonymous. 2/3/2016.

Briana
My muse the one who guides the pen
The one who turned my heart
From the ashes of nothing
To the coal that I was used to
Now among my broken pieces
I find the diamond you think of me
Briana
I see the beauty in your honey words
I see the fairy tales of my heart
When you embrace this side of mine
Can you see the changes
Can you hear the harmony the flows along
These dreams and sorrows
Briana
Why do I not let go
Why do I not see through
Why can't I hold on to
Why oh dear god why
I have lost so many of the parts
That made me sad
So why can't I celebrate
So why can't I stop these tears
Well looks like the blood has run dry

To love and be loved- that is the greatest gift.

But do you ever realize that love is not limited to being an abstract power held between two emotional beings.
Love exists all around us and we choose to put emphasis on it with humans.
Love exists in the flowers you planted that are finally peaking their heads out for a new beginning.
The love you gave to it will soon be returned as it will flourish in front of your own eyes.
Love exists in the furry creature that licks itself to sleep at your feet.
The love you provided it in food and water and affection will soon be returned to you when it keeps your feet warm the whole night through.
Love exists in the little boys eyes at the grocery store as he eyes up his favorite candy bar.
The love you gave by purchasing it for him will soon be returned as you watch him bite into the luxurious chocolate square and remember how candy bars were a lot cheaper in your day.
Love exists in your favorite songs on cold winter days, where the only way to warm up in your car faster is by distracting yourself by shouting the lyrics a little offbeat.
The love you gave for this song will soon be returned to you as you hear it years down the road and get a warm nostalgic winter day feeling.
Love exists in the outfit you're wearing, with your cute little sunflower skirt, your black tights with a slight run, and your oversized sweater that matches your boots.
The love you put into this outfit will soon be returned to you when you feel like a goddess walking down the cereal aisle in search of your favorite berry blend cereal.
Love exists all around you in forms unrecognized by most of us.
The life you are living is full of love, and the more love you put out the more love you receive.
Do not be shy with your heart, fall in love with those favorite boots you have, fall in love with that catchy overplayed radio song, fall in love with the slim piece of light that peeks through where your blinds are broken.
Fall in love with yourself, and fall in love with your life.
You are an artist and the whole world is your own blank canvas darling.
What colors will you fall in love with first?