I wrote a poem when I was sad
Derived from all my emotions a pen was all I ever had.

Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.

Beware of falling for the serpent that slithers in the greenest of grasses, beware of falling for the image that reflects in the cleanest of mirrors, beware of falling for the Phoenix that rose from the finest of Ashe's.

Beware of the sharpest poet with a pen in hand, for she will scribe the harshest of words that will forever reside in your heart.

I'm Like A Horse That Carried It's Master To War, Not To Fight But To Die. I'm A Bird Who's Cast Away From His Herd Just Because I Couldn't Fly.

I'm The Spirit Of The Night That Broke All It's Promises And Swallowed The Weak, I'm The Trace Of Darkness That Refused To Speak.

I'm A Sad Poem Emerging From A Broken Heart, And At The End Of The Day Managed To Be A Work Of Art.

I'm A Warrior Horse That Carried Its Master To War, Not To Fight Nor Procure But To Bite The Dust Like He Must.

Theories Or Approaches
They Never Saw The Ambition, They  Settled With A Woman's Place Is In The Kitchen.

I Pretended To Listen, While I Was A Solder On A Mission.
I'm A Feminist, For Woman I Cry
I'm A Feminist For Woman I Die, These Is No Time To Sigh.

The Tittle Is so Mysterious, I Now Understand Why Their Always Furious.
It's Time For Equal, Equally By The Law If Not A New Constitution I Shall Draw.

I'm A Feminist, For Woman I Cry
I'm A Feminist, For woman I die
Eye For An Eye, I'll Never Lie
I Can Fly High And Tell The World I'm What I'm, And I Shall Be Till I'm **** Dry

I know A Place
A Wondrous Place, So Peaceful And Quite The Feeling You Would Wish To Embrace.

I Know A Place
So Sweet It Feels Like Home, Where Everything Seems OK.

I Know A Place
A Whispering World Deep Inside My Soul with Hunting Songs Crowded With Knowledge From My Ancestors.

My Escape From Reality
My journey to normality
I found a place in poetry, finally found the poet in me.