They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love."
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

It hurts the most
When the person
That made you feel wanted yesterday
Made you feel so unwanted today.

No one completes you.
Don't ever esteem someone that highly.
People change,
Be complete on your own,so that even when your heart breaks, your whole being is not torn apart.

We celebrate when the sky cries
regardless envy sun as it shines
We love when the oceans waves
besides hate when it's wild of pain
We go crazy of animals
hardly wants a jungle to live by
We need fresh air
yet don't want a tree in
We urge for more
even so doing nothing with the world
We want nature indeed
We want nature to feel
And leave when it heals
but why? Why humans?
Is it to show that you are mean ?
I scare the god must be shameful
of his creation.

she is not good at poetry, she says
as she writes stories of love
from orion to scorpion
speaking in the language of the stars
as she tries to close the gap the universe has made between them

everlasting, ever so sweet
though unsure if they'll ever reach him
her tales of affection shall last
till the world's last breath

when people are in love
they often say
they simply fell
tripped over their own two feet
face forward
and into the arms of their beloved

i did more than simply fall
onto the ground of your love

you, for me
were an ocean
and i dived
headfirst
roughly
harshly
almost painfully
into the waters of “you”

i knew i could not swim
but i did so anyway
i was drowning
entangled in you
surrounded by this being of “you”
engulfed in this feeling of “you”

and i did not know what came over me
but i let myself drown
i did not try to swim back up
because if i went back to land,
releasing myself from your grasp
that would mean losing the feeling of “you”

and after
submerging into the depth
the love
the passion
of “you”

how could i ever leave?

There's beauty in the latent
I will wait, I will be patient