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I never asked for
a picture of you.

All I have is the one
my eyes captured
at the first glance of you
and fixed it forever
in my heart.

That is what I carry
in my heart
all the time
anywhere I go—
and that is enough.
Someone once asked me,
“What did you do
to become a poetess?”

I said,"nothing.
I only broke the dam of emotions
I had built over the years.

The flood of emotions
themselves turned
into poems
and I became
a poetess."
(I have my doubts)
P —Pen on paper.
O —Overwhelming emotions.
E —Existing wounds.
T— Tales of the heart.
R— Reflecting ifs and buts.
Y—Yesterday's memory.
I can be your nightmare or your friend
The darkness or the light
The day or the night
The peace or the fight

The predator or the prey
The rainbow or the gray
Dark as the night
Or bright as the sunlight

The fire or the ice
The smile or the frown
The sky or the ground
The quiet or the sound

The demon or the angel
The healing or the pain
The sunshine or the rain
The happiness or the sadness

What am I
I don’t know anymore
Am I the ceiling or the floor
The truth or the lie

The law or the crime
A million dollars or the dime
The pause or the time
The sleeping or the awake

The living or the dead
It all hurts my head
I’m to tired to figure out
To tired to figured it out

I just want to go to bed
Let me go to bed
I don’t want to think
So just let me fall into a dream
I know, i fear to try
Yet maybe eventually,
I can make the whole bit right.
Even after all of the hell that we both have been burned through
I know the spark that lights up the way to my soul
Has always just been you.
Do you see
The Light
I Said
DO you see
The the Light
yes
I Can't Hear You
YES
What's it Say

ER Hummm

Shall I tell you
Yes
It says
I say it says
To Enter the Light
You must Read between
All These LIES Or be thrown
Into the Pits of Hell
Of Your Own Ignorance
DO you See the Light

SILANCE
I found my sanctuary
In the bottomless, raging sea.
I sank as I grew weary —
Reached its bottom with my bare feet.

Free of motion,
Evading commotion,
Ceasing devotion,
Dreading demotion.

This is a resignation;
I serenely grow my gills —
Neither weakness nor damnation,
Just a soul worn out from flotation.
To climb
Into my bed
You must first
Climb
Into my head
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