They used to believe in
love,
Now believe in
karma....

To write,
What you feel
And to feel
What you write
Is the feeling
When you feel truly right
Inspired

The verses write themselves
Words of life
The writer
Possessed

That love which once made me feel comely like a petal.
Is now the same love , bruising me with its thorns.

They tell me to be happy
To laugh & act care free
They tell me I’ll feel better
Why can’t they just leave me be?

They tell me to be happy
As if it should be easy for me
They tell me I’m not trying
I can’t help but disagree

They tell me to be happy
If I go to therapy they guarantee
That it will fix all my problems
Which sounds so silly to me

They tell me to be happy
I tell them I’m just fine
Sometimes there’s beauty in suffering
And I’ve found mine in rhyme

The sweet feeling of release
As we poured more lighter fluid.  
The more it would glaze into the thick air of spring.
We are young.
We are helpless to feeling powerful,
As the fire