Some long, some tiny
Some literal, while some flowery
Some simplistic, whilst some dramatic
Some prefer to be unstructured
and some, pragmatic

And yet no matter how each poem is written
each is unique in their own poetic way
We live life listening to different poetry
And in poetry we live every day

When we start running out of words to say
When life begins to lose all meaning
Be assured, remember, know
I will be here to stay.

I’ve never felt so strongly for someone
So happy for someone
So changed for someone
Until you came
Under the guise of an unassuming poet
A soothing voice
A ***** smile
Stringing my heart with yours
Inseparable pieces

They tell us to celebrate Valentine’s
But dear,
Everyday, I fall in love with you again
And again
And again

No wonder Valentine’s is not enough
For me to say it.

Despite deep crashes and falls
Bouts of realizing insignificance
That bore through you every day and every nightfall
I think I love you better now
As incomprehensible as it seems
That the you before today
Once wrote in her journal how much
She would like to disappear
I think I love you better now
I’m not sure if I could ever explain it
But I’ve been here beside you all along
Listening to every tear
Listening to every fear
And I understood and I’m still trying to understand
Every single bit of you, my dear
That’s why I think I love you better now
And it’s a long way to go
To accept the you with all the creases all and the pieces
But I think we’ll get there one way or another
And we’ll love ourselves more and more than just better
And it’s no longer just a think but a complete
I know I love you better now

So scream at the world
Pull off all your hair
Cry until there’s nothing left

And maybe, just maybe, you’ll find there’s still
Love for you to spare

;

This spell
You placed on me
I cannot seem to dispel
Incised deeply
Within my boulders
In an instant
I lose power.

You are beautiful by your own right.
You are amazing by your own right.
You are brave by your own right.
You are flawsome by your own right.
You are you by your own right.

And no one else's.

Society tells us to pluck beautiful flowers
From their lush homes and give
Them to “special” someones
And we feel great about that
Yet, I don’t think that’s love.

We write poems with flowery words (and that’s okay)
Magically making a fleeting feeling seem as beautiful
As the galaxies
Yet, I don’t think that’s love.

We see ordinary humans as the alphas
And omegas in our lives
The air we breathe, the food we eat
And yet, I still don’t think that’s love.

That’s merely falling in love with the idea
of love.

Before Anyone Else
The one I’ll choose everyday
Soul mate
Forever and always
Hyperbolic names
We give very unrealistic expectations
And expect a person to die for us
And love us all the same
Throughout eons
Without realizing it doesn’t have to be that way

One does not need to be the morning star
The light of your life
Romeo or Juliet
To love you

You don’t have to be Samson nor Delilah
Helen of Troy
Mark Antony and Cleopatra
To be loved

Because it’s in the little things
The most ordinary things we find love -

Love is only possible
when you make it possible.

Fall asleep
Just to wake up to you
Wouldn’t that be a dream?

Today, I walked along
A dirt path, led by a little furry friend
When from out of nowhere
I saw a yellow butterfly
Flapping its wings
Not going anywhere in particular
But just flapping through the winds and
Little spaces of nature
Without a care in a world
I gazed at it
As it went up and down
A photograph reel playing over and over again
Until it finally moved on

I thought back to same yellow butterfly
I saw along the marsh paths of my old city
When I was much younger
Little me would think
"Oh, how far this butterfly has travelled
Just to see me
Just to find me"
But somehow as I grew and grew
I started realizing other things
One, how wrong I was
Two, how little I was
Three, how the same child back then
Had so much more to know
And still do until now
Still a little child
Still gazing at butterflies playing again and again

The world doesn’t stop when you want it to
Flowers do not bloom for you
Trees do not grow for you
And most of all,
Butterflies do not fly for you
They just do -

And that’s okay.

Because even if the world doesn’t move for you
And will continue to after you’re gone
You are a little part of the universe’s
Enduring song
And you will flap along your own path
You will see the rocks and skies
That you do not own
And you will find that magic
Does not need to come from your own hands
Because all around you, there is magic
You yourself are magic

In you are the flowers, trees, and butterflies
The world itself

You are your own butterfly.

You are in my heart
A love that yearns to grow more
Sprouting and smiling

This is my poetry
It sets me free
I wanna be
Poetry.

You can take away this body
You can take away this voice
You can take away this mind
But you cannot, and you will not
Take away what's mine

It will continue burning until wit's end
Until there's nothing left to burn
Only after its white ashes remain
Will you get to hold the smallest bits of its
Charred urn

But even then
Its flames have already left an
Eternal mark in the coldness of this world
Never to be destroyed
Never to be created
Only ever transformed

At hidden meadows, it may be left alone
Forgotten, never to make a sound
And there it will remain unnamed, untrodden
But one day, it will silently make its bounds

And take upon its roots
Onto another yearning soul
Starting the cycle all over again
Oh, how another story unfolds

A cat once took my can of sardines
Left me all rumbly and starving
   But I gave it a pat
   It gave me a rat
    Could it be any more loving?

when that somebody seems

perfect

when that somebody seems to understand
when that somebody does not seem to be struggling
when that somebody is loved by everyone
and that somebody says yes
yes
yes
to everyone’s demands
It doesn’t take much to love somebody, especially when you don’t hear the haunting voices
echoing throughout one’s brain
beneath a smile that says “I’m okay”
make believe ‘I’m sane’
make believe living
make believe love
make believe hope
make believe true
It doesn’t take much to love somebody, when perfection is all that you want to see
when they say it’s not you, it's only me
yet one look at your scars is all that it takes
to make you believe you’re worthless, worth less, worth

nothing

It doesn’t take much to love somebody, and yet we throw around the words
hate, bigot, stupid, fat, ugly, like we owned them, to ourselves
and stab our hearts
thinking maybe it’s worth the pain
and maybe, just maybe, the only thing we're truly worth of is the

pain

It doesn’t take much to love somebody, and yet it does
because we’re so broken, and the last thing we’d ever want to love is ourselves
and so we lash out at everything we see
shining, smiling, so different from the you
you’ve trapped underneath that mask
just waiting to be seen, waiting to be hugged
waiting to be known
waiting to be

loved

It doesn’t take much to love somebody
so why can’t you to do it to yourself?