It's like a scotch for an alcoholic,
Or the sun for the moon;
It's like the light for the blind,
Or music for the deaf;
It's like peace for soldiers
Or time for those running out -
That's what it's like,
To fall in love with poetry,
To appreciate the works of the greats,
To understand the beauty of interpretation -
it's nothing more and
nothing less than
an addiction

To say that,
All one wants
Is to be loved
Is quite a lie

To say that
All one needs
Is to find their lost soul,
Is to discover completion
Is not true

And to say that,
All one has
Is an ability to seek and search
Is an ability to love and be loved
Is utter *******

For,
Love is an acquired taste
Some would say its bitter
Others argue it has a sour note
And some, they find it tasteless
and therefore pointless

How do you express,
that you constantly feel lunar -
amongst a sea of sunshine,
constantly bathed in their beauty,
constantly seeing their potential,
never quite making it

How do you explain,
that you feel like the remnants of
a something great,
the afterthought of a Dicken's novel,
the fading light at the end of a play,
the deleted scene of that 'classic'

How do you speak up,
when you feel like
you're just never going to be considered
no matter how hard you try -
that you're always going to be lunar
without any hope of ever shining through

Shouting is not an art form
it's ugliness; rendered in-concealable,
for there is no beauty within it -
although it is sometimes necessary,
as sometimes;
we need to be exposed, whole-heartedly,
to the harshness,
within this destructed world
within our blackened hearts

but

Expression should be whispered,
as only those willing,
to strain their
delicate ears to hear,
are capable to listen,
to shine through.

after all

shouting will not unveil
ignorance,
it will simply shatter the
delicacy of expression,
and blacken our hearts once more.

You do not say my name anymore;
It's as if I've dropped off your radar -
The two syllables which form my name
Erased
As though if you don't say it,
I'll cease to exist

You do not call my name anymore;
Although I am ever-present -
I do not intend to
Disappear
Even if you won't say it,
I'll not cease

You do not want me anymore;
And it's there that you have lost -
In order to repel this fickle heart,
You must crave it
With total earnest
And sincere desire.

It's only now,
that I can see the
emphasis; that has been placed
upon the negativity
within our lives

We're so often
infatuated
with other people,
and their powers and thoughts -
as though they are of
greater significance to us

Perhaps we had better,
take a step back:
glance over the large issues
pay attention to the subtleties
of unnoticed beauties;
to value ourselves,
allow ourselves to be more than
mere consequence,
to become a true soul,
holding just as much
importance -
beauty