Gazing upon her eyes
I saw a window to a beautiful soul
The one which warms you when days are cold
The one who cares for you until your old
The one which gives you strength when it's gone
The one that will not let you suffer all alone
Gazing upon her eyes
I saw pain which she holds dearly inside
She once had someone special at her side
She fell for his charm and box full of lies
She was broken and her soul slowly died

Poetry should be like boxing,
Short, swift, and powerful.
To the point and presented so that you never see it coming.
A hook, a jab, a firm right cross.
Hard hitting and unforgiving,
Never what you are expecting.
Watch it on your cable boxes,
Cheer and scream till you're obnoxious,
Because poetry should be like boxing.

dropped more
than I've ever risen
in my lifetime...
that's why
I'm in doldrums

it's sadness that
drives me mad
the madness that
makes me sad
it's a sadness tears
can't explain
the sadness which as
a scar will also pain
it's one words can't
put into context
I just gotta live
under the pretext
of hope of the end
yet it's one
which never
ends...