There's a saying that goes.
The star's are not aligned to be
together.
So come let's capture, two lovers, beneath this starry skies.
Fire burning, through every fibre.
As they gaze upon the stars.
A dress, a ring, a celebration, becomes the order of that heat.
Time soon reveals the truth.
That these two, were never meant to be.
But as the stars, thrive on each other.
So do these, two lovers,who once was on heat.
A match made in heaven
Mismatched by far.
But if departed.
These two will not thrive.
So like star's they will wander.
But never depart.

Lost in the silence inside my misery
Listening to it all the time
It tells a lot without a word
Simple, yet divine
Cadged this custom from it finally,
No more do I speak
All I do is listen
Listen to nothing but silence.
Now I AM SILENCE"
Now I AM SILENT "

Three brought trip routes bloke
Realize subject circulate disfigure member
Derange poultry courage remain unhinge
Grateful rotten misplace displaces mistakes
Reduction anion dissects fundaments rotation
Profound threat turmoil pungent buttocks
Terminal illness threatens lives

Oh, the memories
we will share forever.
The unforgettable tales
we will tell of our
love and anarchy.
Our finite time made
for infinite stories and
we shall share them
for the rest of
our lives.

Conservation of energy
Conservation of thought
Conservation of my ******* self
When the real battles get fought
Contemplation of the future
Contemplation of the void
Contemplation of the furnace
Where atoms get destroyed.

A major difference that makes me feel like a woman is
that I bleed.

That I regularly give of myself for the mere possibility of
life, human life, to continue.

It's a gift. An involuntary one, yet still a gift many of us are
offering to life.

If I don't call myself a woman, then what happens
to the acknowledgement of this gift?


A major difference that makes me feel like a woman
is that I am taught to be small.

I am constantly forced to defend myself against those who try to make themselves big by making me small.

It's a curse. An involuntary one, yet one I, like my ancestors,
must carry with grace.

If I call myself a woman, can I ever rid
myself of that curse?


When asked, I must admit that I don't often know what it means
to be a woman.

It seems like I can either accept the curse and the gifts alike
or abandon them altogether.

Will I be free if I let go of the past? What can grow when I abandon what was once considered my very soil?

Maybe, remind me of the names of those who walked before me and those who I am here for.