Why is poetry dying
when we still have the gift?
If we still have water
then we still have a ship.
We can sail to the places
these words take us.
We are still shaken
by the words that make us.
Why should we let poetry die
when there is so much to explore?
If only people read it
and discovered more.

I'm not tired anymore,
I'm now only slightly curious,
How much I can take it more.

Responsibilities are killing me,
A lot of things are killing me,
So, that at the end of each day,
I am truly a living miracle.

In order to gain knowledge you must want it first...when you want knowledge like you want air under water then you will get it.

Your love catapulted me into the sky
I had never felt so high
And then you broke my trust and brought me down
My smile was gone.. and I was left with a shattered heart and an ugly frown
Tell me did I do something wrong
You were my life's song
I gave you all of me
And yet you left me to drown in sadness' sea
I believed in us
But you chose to throw our love under the bus
I still can't figure out as to what transpired between us that led to this...

Sometimes anger manifests itself at sadness
That's why my insides are screaming