It is beautiful when it is like water in a stream
Flowing smooth with no signs of infiltration
Calm and clear, where every action reflects  the words

It grows deep like an ocean
Sometimes you sink,
and it feels like you're drowning -
like it's the end of it
But the deeper you go, the more life reveals itself.
You learn to ride the currents,
to guide the waves,
That's when you know - this love
is yours onshore and offshore.

My world was known as a bustling city,
But it was all fiction.
Now we’re here—the present.
It should be gifting. Instead,
It’s stealing all the last pieces of the fantasy.

Lonely I’ve been,
My world dry and dusty.
Dirt always catches you—
It screams ghost town; that’s what it is.

It’s lonely, I can't lie.
Losing the one that made your world lively,
That made your world bright!
He was many in one
But the one doesn't exist —unless it's self
Not a loss —just the truth unveiling itself.
Another sellout dream, because all came with an agenda.

"Better me"—an invitation for the worst.
I see my circle turning to a point—
No circumference, no area.
Just me, with no room to accommodate anyone.

Almost everything so empty
Funny that it ain't loud
One is full
Full of nothing

Quiet that mind can't articulate no words
and heart can't set straight it's feelings
It's only tears saying no words nor showing feelings

It feels like the end of everything
You might think it's the end of everything
Self not cooperating
Mind zoned out
Heart tired to feel anything

All three took me to a place of provocation.
Wait!That was not the plan
It was was supposed to be a place of appeasement

The quietness brings loneliness
It's not like am scared to be alone...
It ain't like that
Maybe...it is

I don't think this place is for me

You threw me to the snakes
leaving me to fend for myself,
discarding me like an object that
you had grown bored of.
And,
when i crawled out from the pit
more powerful than before,
venom coursing through my veins ,
I became the monster.
I became the one to be feared.

How easy it is to forget that monsters are not born
but made
and my dear,
you are responsible for every inch of the creature I have become.

Many say, "It is just words and rhymes"
Words that don't speak
Words with no meaning

Truth is, the words do speak
but only with your inner-self
That's the reason poetry is healing