Unrequited love is the song
Of the cuckoo
That sings
In the
Desert.

Depression has become an insulin injection
       A necessary evil

             Only required because I have been underneath it's moon so long

       Any other tide pull would surely drown me in confusion

Being interrupted by far off people making exceptionally loud sounds while trying to write poetry is exactly like having a horrible toothache and trying to perform a tracheotomy on a rabid cat.

Breathe each breath as if you are inhaling the sunrise of a new day**
            Possibility filling your lungs
        Every cell in your body
Dancing to the rhythm of a fresh start.

Hearty laughter and untamed voices,
Bright red lipsticks and brazen choices,
Bold heels studded with some virtues-some vices,
Tongues laden with sharp, unabashed spices
Go out and out, and be proud, women,
The time is right, to be loud, women!

Hands
Of problems
Are very thorny

You need to be hard enough
Not to let them pin you

Or you will not be
What you are today

Taking revenge
Will not help you in any way

Avoiding it
Will give you something
That will be beautiful
for mind and heart

If
You get a piece of advice
Take that as quickly as you are hungry
And he is giving you a loaf
Because all are selfish at the moment
Still someone is there to care you.

Aren't you the lucky one?

Beware
of our own mistakes

           Others
           Are not strong enough
To defeat you