sometimes i feel too much
sometimes i feel too little
i wish i could stay in that happy place
that lies right in the middle

when i feel too much
it's a torrent of emotion
a downpour of epic proportion
and i pray for it to end

yet when it does i don't feel enough
i'm numb, frozen, depressed.
I then pray for this to end
and i'd do anything to feel again

so i'm stuck in this happy limbo
never feeling quite right
like goldilocks in the three bear's house
i can't sleep at night

He likes the way her hand fits in his
He likes the way she nuzzles her head into his neck
He loves the way her nose crinkles when she laughs
He loves how her ears turn red when he kisses her
He adores the way she jumps for joy when she's happy
He adores how she whispers "I love you" like it's a secret
He hates when she cries because they argued
He hates when she's mad at him because he forgot to clean up
He misses her when she leaves for a trip
He misses her when he hears her static voice in the phone
He waits for her at the airport
He waits nervously, feeling the box protruding out of his pocket
He waits
He waits
He waits
He feels his phone buzz
He feels his fingers shake as he reads the notification
He sees the world turn black
He sees the future
Without her

Love is strange,
Can be bold,
Can be old.

Can be between two,
Can be rotten through and through.

Can break laws set up from the dawn of time,
Can bring into the darkest of the dark some light.
Can turn violet loneliness into something bright.

Love is strange,
Can be small,
Can be tall.

Can be between men,
Can be lustrous, Can bend.

Can break barriers between worlds or create some,
Can make one drunker than drinking straight ***.

Can be between the light, the fair daughter of the field,
Can be with flowers in her hair,
And the dark, the sly son on the throne of the killed.

Follow closely, follow quickly, follow quiet as a mouse,
Will creep in during flower picking, or while cleaning the house,
Hides in the heart beneath nightgown, button up, or blouse.

Love is powerful,
Can be igniting,
Can be frightening.

Can be between anyone,
Can be lost sometimes, and be for no one.

Can make people do stupid things, like spirit away his lover,
Can create both good and bad between one another.

Can be between wealth and simplicity,
Can be between ****** and purity,
And all that they possess, and all that they signify.
Can cause one to fall, can cause one to fly,

Can cause a good hello,
Can prompt a sad goodbye.

Can freeze the world, **** the crops we work to grow,
Can heat it once more, can be warmth on its own.

Love is a tie,
Can bind together,
Can make better,
Can be more valuable than treasure.

Can be soft and sound and velvet and kind,
Can pause time, can make it rewind,
Can learn, can teach,
Be the rose left on the beach,
Can be the woman, can be the man,
Can be the cold touch of death’s hand.

A beautiful Rose
In a field of dandelions
Not alone
Yet lonely
Forever cursed
To never belong

Slowly fading away...

It was he who'd been too busy
Picking at her petals
To realize she was beautiful
Just the way she was

It was she
Who learned to grow thorns
To keep him away

...

For it was she
Who realized
He was the darkness
That wouldn't hesitate
To crush her
Just to mold her
To his liking

...

She was a beautiful Rose
In a field of dandelions
Not alone
And still a bit lonely
Slightly cursed
To never belong
But content
To forever belong
With herself

*And that's all that mattered...

Love is like a game
You should know the instruction to understand
You should “XOXO” - like in Tic-Tac-Toe
You should mind your words - like in Scrabble
You should know your moves - like in Chess
You shouldn’t make mistakes too often - like in Hangman
You should complete each other - like in Jigsaw Puzzle
You should never cheat
But love,
Love wasn’t meant to be played

Here's to the writers—

You have the power to paint words
Into beautiful art—
To be able to touch a soul—
To touch one's heart

You can make the stormy sky blue—
Stop the waves from crashing to the shore
You can make all the withered flowers bloom—
Turn winter into summer, a glimpse of gold

You can make someone's dark day colorful—
Gather hope to put in between your words
Make them feel that they are understood—
That they aren't alone in this cruel world

You can mend someone's broken heart—
Put love in between your lines
Let them know that they are enough—
That being hurt is just a part of life

Yes—
We can make a whole new perspective—
We can create a world of our own
And no, we don't speak only for ourselves—
But also for all the lost souls

—Thalia Bautista; Just keep writing

I am a woman , I should be timid - They say
I am a human , I know no limit  - I say,

My existence is not meant for your judgment
Crushing me is not a sign of your triumphant,

My love for you has always been abundant
Why am I the one to make all the adjustments,

Look into my eyes , you'll see a twinkle
Savaging it , is so sinful,

My demand for freedom makes you reluctant
Clothed in societal norms , I have to bear its repercussion,

How are the governing laws so different for Both
What makes you so nervous of my growth,

Why do I have to fight for what is my right
Why do you enjoy my plight,


Being submissive is declared my attire
No one hears what my heart desires,

I am not the one to dance on your note
I am a volcano that erupts on my own,

I don't demand anything extraordinary
All I seek is equality,

Equality to Breathe without fear
Equality to be safe my dear!!!!!