The moon lulled itself
Into few second-long naps,
The winds whispered the smell
Of the oncoming rains
As ants did a tight-rope
On the tree's sleeves.
The dog pricked its ears,
Each time the tiny hurricane
Of dried leaves whirled round.
The spider attempted to balance itself
On the maze of its own making,
As the web threads strummed
A happy tune
In response to the wind.
The lull before the storm,
Was becoming too much of a bulk
For the clouds to bear,
Before a slant of water droplets,
(Some drying midway through
The atmosphere's layers,)
Stamped their arrival
On the parched layers
Of land, leaves and minds.
Streaks of lightning
Conducted a survey
On the distribution of downpour
Clicking vintage tinted photographs.
The rains slowed down to a drizzle,
The insects buzzed through a banter,
The moon tried to
Sneak through the clouds,
Surprised at its reflection
In a puddle on the street.
The morning wakes up
Smelling a misty presence
Of the (previous) night it rained.

the most beautiful thing about poetry is
how the beauty of the words evolve
with you
the more you experience
the more you learn
the more you write

you recognize phases in life
that you didn't know existed
you read old poems but
still feel the same passion
as when you first put your emotions onto paper

you witness greatness becoming perfected
but never reached because
as a beautiful entity
you are forever growing, forever evolving

or maybe the most beautiful thing about poetry
is how you can translate intangible emotions
into relatable words without even fully knowing
what the final piece will be
sometimes you have a vision of the words
and other times the fingers move for you before your
mind can process what is going on
the more you write
the more you see
the more you understand

poetry dares you
to grapple with your emotions instead of hide them

poetry is transformative.

You look at me and you frown in jealousy.
Yeah, you secretly know I have swag.
Pants a little low, black and red shirt that says
“Sit down and learn from the Master,”
and a matching hat that states what you already know-
“FRESH”

You taste the bitterness of your words as you whisper lies to my back.
Yeah, you secretly know I don’t care.
Pants a little low, red and yellow shirt that says
“My swoosh is bigger than yours”
and a matching hat of who you think I resemble-
Superman

You hear the high pitched hissing that I’m doing well and hope that I fail.
Yeah, you secretly know I’ll succeed.
Pants a little low, black and blue shirt that says
“Just Did It”
and a matching hat that reminds you of what you need to do-
“OBEY”

You touch my strong shaped shoulders with yours and utter no apology.
Yeah, you’re secretly freaking out with excitement.
Pants a little low, blue and red shirt that says
“Don’t Bro Me If You Don’t Know Me”
and a matching hat with the best known bickering buddies-
Tom and Jerry

You smell my confidence in the aroma of chocolate axe and you pinch your nose.
Yeah, you’re secretly going to buy it later.
Pants a little low, black and white shirt that says
“Don’t sweat my swag”
and a matching hat that proclaims my feelings for you-
“I <3 Haters” and under the brim it says why-
“MOTIVATION”

I'd rather feel immense pain
than let the
      withering
          of
              my spirit
dry out my bones

Death.

For some it is a fear for others it is the perfect solution to their problems
on the outside they seem happy and put together but on the inside they are
screaming and pleading for someone to help…for someone to save them
for someone to give a **** and take the time to see what is really going on
to see that tears stream down their cheeks every night and seep deep into the pillow
to see the scars on their bodies and not believe the ******* lies that spew out of their mouths as an explanation for the meticulous and clearly not accidental lines on their arms, legs, and thighs
why can’t people see that by living they are dying?
why can’t they see that dying is the only way out from the pain that can’t be escaped?
why the **** can’t they see that they are the ******* reason those souls no longer want to be!?
They call you a stupid ******* and say you won’t amount to nothing
you think “well **** it why am I here! Why do I struggle to hold on when they try to make me let go?”
life seems to crumble at a hint of happiness
sanity quickly disappears with every word that slips between their lips
the little bit of will power that helped you to live quickly oozes out of you and drips onto the floor
the drips turn into drops and the drops finally form a red puddle as the tears flow and questions swarm your head
what did I do to deserve this? Why me? Why am I ugly? Why can’t I be skinny? Why can’t I be happy?
and finally What have I done?
the sharp object easily slices through the skin just as the hatred effortlessly seeps into your mind
every day it is a fight to escape the monster that threatens your existence
not the monster under the bed but the one living inside your head replaying the negativity that you have heard all your life
replaying the memories that you tried to force to the back of your mind in a lock box that you desperately tried to forget  
replaying what you have come to see as the harsh truth that you just aren’t good enough
 

But in reality you are more than good enough and you aren’t fat or ugly or dumb
YOU are beautiful and you are who you are
yes you are not perfect yes you make mistakes and yes you may not be the smartest person ever
but umm last time I checked neither are they
you don’t have to be a size zero to be beautiful
beauty is something you have on the inside not something that can be measured from the size of a pair of jeans
having curves does not make you fat nor does having thick thighs
so when you look into the mirror be proud of what you see because that person is you and no matter what negativity comes your way know that you are beautiful and anything else are lies
they just try to bring you down to make them feel that they are above
so don’t listen and **** what they say because
they don’t know **** about you as a person and the struggle you have been through
to have made it this far says that you are strong and can carry
you can claw your way out of the deep hole that everyone has been digging for you
you will finally see the sunrise after midnight
you will see the beautiful rainbow after the storm and reach the *** of gold
just hold on because someone out there is waiting for you to enter their life so it will have meaning and give the meaning of life back to you
so please just fight another battle because no matter how many you may lose you can and will win the war

I live to love.
To love the people around me. To Love what I do. To Love who I am.
I live to love all the small wonders around me like the changing colors of the leaves or the whispers in the wind.
I live to love the sun rise and the night skies.
I love to love because without love happiness is just a word.