I  Feel so Blessed, by each of you here.
For you write poems that make me feel.
Poems of Joy, and some Poems of Pain.
So many Poems that has Touched my heart.
I want to thank you all, for letting me get to know you.
Your Pains, Struggles, Sorrows, Joys, and Love.
I am so thankful for you allowing me into your World.
Through all of those Poems that you keep on writing.

She once thought she wanted to be a poet,
But deep down,
She knew—
She wanted to be a poem.

Without much await
We start of with a little hate
Not too much though coz it'll spoil the paste

Time to put your heart at stake
So to the mix add heart break
An essential ingredient for this dark cake

Take some voices and a bit of ur troubled past
Blend it with your bad choices and a pich of lust
This will help the cake form a firm crust

Well its time for us to bake
So fire up the oven with untamed rage
And let's wait for our mistakes to form our dark cake

A liquid thing.
Somewhere between melting and floe.
A shifting thing,
separating sheets that shroud the unknown.
A spiraling siphon that grows as senses heighten.
A quickening pulse that gathers and glows.

"Man, I thought I told you the show doesn't start til eleven."

No man, the show goes when I do,
to wherever I'm headin'

He glides down the street on free swinging feet.
Slides through the scenes in this ballet of dreams.
The only audience he needs is watching from heaven.

It's a burning thing.
Somewhere between an eruption and candle,
with sizzling skin left behind by things too hot to handle,
and footprints singed into the sidewalk.

It's a shifting of plates inside the brain.
A breaking up of the saner parts.
A typhoon of thoughts and a flame in the heart
that hits the body like an earthquake.