The rose wept
bitter tears
                        when the thorn
pricked hard
the eager fingers
that plucked her
from the bush,
She imagined it was
her lover's.
                  Most upset
                  she kissed
                           oozing
                                    drops
                ­                        of blood
                                                  dry,
and wept,
not realizing
the thorn's anger
was directed
to the  irresponsible
aggressor, who has
only selfish motives.
The thorn meant to protect her,
while trying in vein to hold back his
tears that, for others looked like
                                                   dew
                                                      drops
    ­                                                    gleaming
    ­                                                             in pain.


Once snatched from the lap of the bush
she  hardly would last a day or two,
then  would be left to rot
                                         turn to dust
                                                 and vanish
                                                     in a rowdy wind.

Find it in your heart
To do great things
Be jovial and sincere
You will see the joy that you bring
Go forward and conquer
Let nothing stand in your way
Promote the positive
Look for the brightness each day

Sometimes,
I wish to see myself
in somebody else's shoes
I wish to not be myself
I wish to disappear
To a place
where my face and thoughts
Can't be seen or heard
Sometimes,
I long to know
What it feels like
To be in my own shoes
To be safe,
To feel safe, in my space
My fenceless shelter
A home without a roof

-Kaya

I live in pain, for that I am grateful. I recently realized that life isn't the desires we make in our heads or the dreams we want to achieve. Instead, it is a never ending cycle of bits of happiness replacing the pain everlasting pain for just a short while. As much it is necccessary to rejoice everyday for the small acconplishments, it's also very necessary to acknowledge pain. Pain forces us to grow up and accept life and struggle. We will never live  in a fairy tale where everything goes according according to plan and there's a happy ever after, reality is the we can only hope and that is okay.

I just hope that in whatever place you're in, you're trying. As much as I would love to tell you that happiness is all that matters, the truth is happiness is like a rainbow, it's there when it is necessary. All we can do is try and be our best selves even through this atrocious thing we call life. We will get there, we all will.

The gap between the neurons,
gave up on the natural rule,
that you have to maintain spaces,
as much as God originally mulled.

How gaps can trigger more
"How and When I'd die"
How people care and irk
at the very same time.

Nothing's ever in control,
heart, breath, all tripping
the light, it's a rigamarole
to try to understand why.

To be sought,
To be the only one in your thoughts,

To be held like there's no tomorrow, a touch that can make anyone forget any sorrow.

To have no feeling of being forced,
Everything done from a genuine source.

You will know if it's fake or real,
This is not something that can be sealed.

Like a job posting for an opening,
Being wanted by someone you love will always be refreshing.

The pretty feeling
Of lip shaped saliva on your hot-plate cheek
The heavy scent
Of her hanging off your arm
The floating flight
When she swings, swings
From your thoughts.

Nobody
Knew her
Nobody
Spoke her name
Because
She only lived así
In my head.

Outside
She shifted
And blew with the wind
All I had to charge me
Were the memories
Listed above
And the bare resemblance
Of her beautiful face.

It didn't have to end
But for the cliffs between us
She looked down from the rocky top
And waved
Never again
Staying in my head as she was