Sun rays, moonlight, skyline, land.
I approach my destination, transportation waiting.
I board the vehicle, nothing in hand.
Lock eyes with the driver, but his features were shaded.
He seemed giddy at the thought of a new passenger.
Concerned only with taking us toward where we were destined to be.
His gaze full of intent, satisfaction, pure happiness.
Every person seated seemed held a face adorned in fear, but not me.
I’m anticipating my arrival, because I know this is not the end.

The rhythm of life so fast, the beat so contagious.
The harmony wonderfully ear-pleasing, the note on one accord.

The waves of life turbulent, the motion so changing.
The ride a beautiful crashing sight, the current a fierce pull.

The color of life so varied, the lens so resolute.
The shade magically mobile, the hue slightly wavering.

The heartbeat of life so steady, the lungs so pink and full.
The brain magnificently retaining all, the body fully functioning.

The possibilities of life so many, the opportunities so endless.
The experiences psychologically mentoring, the stages slowly passing fast.

The pen of life so permanent, the pages so stained.
The story so irreversibly absolute, the book a never ending continuation.

The reality of life so hazy, the consciousness so unforgetting.
The love so heartwarmingly touching, my existence fleeting.

And when dust returns to dust, I  pray that I am remembered.

What is our culture?
Not the stereotype that most play into, but our real culture.
Are we defined by our purposeless music and suggestive dances?
Or are we controlled by our sparkling jewelry and gaudy apparel?
Are we empowered by our educated leaders?
Or brought down by societies generalizations?

“Society” sets the standards that many feel we must live by.
“Society” controls the mind.
But what is, who is “society”?
“Society”, the man behind the curtain.
“Society”, the message between the lines.
“Society”, the legend from which no one knows the origin.
Are we not “society”?
We are ruled by ourselves.
We blame “society”, yet we are “society”.
We hurt ourselves unconsciously.
So many are unsatisfied, yet nothing changes,
Why?

Life is made up of complicated simplicities.
Never meant to understand its confusion,
May it be real or imaginary in this world of duplicity.

I don’t usually write love poems, but this one has to be written;
Because I completely blame you for all the thoughts and feelings that I’ve been getting.
like, the smiles, the laughs, the everythings are from you.
so, I thought I’d let you know.

I don’t usually write love poems, but I can’t stop the words from forming.
You just make me feel different.
I’m happy to the point where I just sit and wonder if this is even possible.
like, could this be real?

I don’t usually write love poems, but this is so necessary.
because you are what I am, what I want.
You are what I have and what I plan to keep forever.
You are love.

My bear is with me nightly, as I fall into smooth slumber.
Sometimes I dream, most times I don't, but its there through it all,
Its there when you aren't. My only friend, confidante.
For two years I've had it, as it was two years ago you left.
Its slowly falling apart, I tried to fix it, but to no avail.
with every mend, there's another tear.
maybe, to save it, its best that I just put it away forever.
Push it out of remembrance so that its well being is preserved.

maybe, just maybe.

No one understands me.
I'm an intricate, unsolvable maze.
I'm a grain of sand lost among the shadows.
A particle caught up in the haze.

No one understands me.
I'm rocket science to a child.
a rubiks cube with ten colors.
The leader of parliament in the wild.

No one understands me.
I'm undefined by the laws of physics.
I'm illegible handwriting.
Undecomoposable by chemists.

No one understands me.
except the words on the page.
the thoughts of the mind.
The music on the stage.