"You don't understand what it's like to be a parent.
Until you become one."

"But, I know one thing, and only one thing for sure.
I"ll never force my dreams on my kids."

The advertisement remarked, "Fair and lovely skin."
"Why not my colored skin?"
wondered the 7-yr-old oblivious to the misogyny of dark shades in the society.

"What is an indulgence?"
"A crispy sun-dried towel after a nice warm bath."
The lazy soul replied.

"When the sound of his warm breath was not enough
to fill the emptiness in our conversations,
I knew it was over."

The tincture rule
often cruel
works like this
a period of bliss
and then dismiss
comforts kiss
is timed in the abyss

You don't get to choose
what you accept
You get throw into the depth

You are living, but are you alive?
I just try to survive.

I was going through my books
Trying to keep my mind busy
When I suddenly felt a finger tap my back
Saying I seem uneasy

At first I was frightened
And then enlightened
Standing in front of me
Was me
My soul in perfect harmony

As calm as ever
I knew he was clever
And down came the raging reality

Synchronized was he and me
Through each others eyes we could see
I knew I needed to be
The fighter for him and me
If we were to survive
We needed to keep each other alive

Split yourself in two
Then say I love you

I try so hard to get your attention.
I try desperately everyday.
But you do not seem to notice me.
Perhaps you do notice me, just a little too much.
Perhaps you notice that I am a mess and that I am not more sure of myself than you are of me.
Perhaps you see that I am something you would never get involved with. Perhaps you don't even notice me at all.
Please look.

I always thought we were the perfect match.
But matches are meant
                                   to ignite
                                         and burn out.