Your  very essence,
         Mustve been made from the Sun
    Because ,you make me feel warm inside

Nights in summer’s eve
A short lady ,
she walks beside him
holding onto his sleeve

Dyu kiss every girl like that?
I think every girl dreams
to be savored as if
She were made of gold and melted cream

I’m ready to write that haiku
I’m ready to write that essay

I’m ready to write about my day

 I’m ready to write what i can’t say

 I’m ready to write whatever comes to                
   my head
I’m ready to write like I never left
I’m ready to write when I’m doing well

I’m ready to write when I feel unwell

I’m  ready to write to feel powerful

I’m  ready to write to feel vulnerable
 I’m  ready to write except when I’m blank   as hell
                      I guess then ,
        I’ll just read other people’s ****

Am I Like the girls in your life?
the ones you tell me about
Do I stand different?
Or am I just part of the crowd?

Beautiful boy
Why dyu hurt me so
You can see that I love you
But you act like you don’t know
I’m so tired of playing hide and seek
I can see you with my soul


I hate overthinking
I like to be sure
I hate when we don’t talk
When I crave communication more
But more so it’s how you talk to me sometimes that turns me on.


I hate how I look at you
I hate laughing at your jokes
I hate how we can say the same thing @ the same time
I hate experiencing conflict emotions
Mostly it’s when I’m mad at you it seems
Stay away from my dreams


An ode to our love
I want to stay and see how it ends
I love being your friend

I have all the time in the universe
to fall in love
When I do
the world will fade out
And the summer breeze
Will shake the trees
Above us
Reminding Mother Nature
About what leaves do in Fall


So Who are you to love me
When I’m not ready
To accept all my flaws

****** people,
            stop blurring the lines
between being flirty and being nice

Sometimes I hate what I write
How I write it
And why I write it
I tear myself apart about it
I analyze
I judge
I despise
I erase it
Too many mistakes .
Sometimes I love what I read
How I perceive it
How I relate
The feelings it ignites
The thrill
The rush
The humor
And the total trust of a strangers words
I admire it
I envy
I bask in it
My God
What a price to pay for expression.