Pink
Smooth petals
And heavenly smell
Combined with the
Enchanting smell
Coming from the earth
Due to the summer rain
The drizzling
Its enjoying
The view
Of the gladoius flower
Playing games
with the drizzling
Through the mist
I can see
The way how the rain
Kisses the petals
Of the gladious flower

Internal violence will be the ultimate death of us all.

I had a chance to step back
And look at the world,
I was disgusted at what I saw
But loved every bit of it.

I know I shouldn't worry about him,
             but I do.
I'm worried he won't fit in.
I'm worried that he is worried.
I can't stand to think he isn't deciding to fast.

If he comes home crying that he can't find a place.
If he isn't ready to be so alone.
If he discovers he is so tempted.
If he isn't on the right path.
If he doesn't understand.
I think he is on the right path,
but what if he isn't, can someone help.

He may never find it.
He can't deal with the consequences.
He could get hurt.
He may run away.
He may be happy without.
I know I shouldn't worry about him,
but he is my big Brother.

The worst thing that anybody can have especially a poet are empty words. - **Jacob Cuadro

You fell in love with my poetry
But does that mean you know how to love me?
Have you ever loved a poet before?
Do you understand it may take a little more?

We see things more vivid than most people do
We may seem distant sometimes
Because we are

Lost in our thoughts or daydreams
Beautiful things will sometimes make us cry
I am telling you this so you don't have to wonder why

If you love a poet
You must not be the jealous type
If you ever plan to make a poet your wife

Our poetry is for everyone, not just you
This is something you must understand
If you want a poet to be your man

Sometimes our words will come out better on paper
Than when we are speaking to you
Sometimes we still might feel alone
No matter what you say or do

Do you really understand what it takes to love a poet?
Do not let our words intimidate you or expect to heal our scars
Just accept us for the beautiful souls we are

We will love you like no other
And the way we will show it will leave you smitten
We will again and again proclaim it through the poems we've written

When you love a poet
Each kiss will be a masterpiece
Each embrace will be the first and last

When you love a poet
They will be a puzzle
And you will be a puzzle piece

A sweetness comes with age,
  like fruit that’s overripe

A Poet then a Sage,
  on this journey into night

A wish distilled from all regret,
  its seeds to be re-sewn

A sweetness comes with age,
  that buried youth could never know

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October,2016)