No apparent cause
No apparent reason.
Inexplicable.
Tears streaming down her face like flowing rivers holding all her secrets.
Music blasting to cover the sound of her pounding heart and chilling screams.
Fingers running through her hair as she grimaces at this mask she wears
With a beaming smile and rosy cheeks that yell "I'M DOING FINE!"
Because the louder she shouts it the more she believes it herself.
It's inexplicable
Why she feels this way.
Looking for a way out of her own thoughts she runs into memories she thought she forgot.  
Her parents screaming about how to pay bills as their daughter watches with shivers running down her spine.
Friends luring her into a world she vowed not to join with their bottles glistening in the light and the smoke surrounding them clouding her judgement.
Yet it's inexplicable
How she dealt with the voices in her head and the endless possibilities of how to escape them but there was always that one catch.
She hung on for dear life to the rope that would take her dear life.
But she was running out of reasons why her dear life would not be a reasonable sacrifice.
She put up with herself for so long and now, as she crumbles onto the ground, she finds every feeling gushing out of her.
Every night she had spent hugging her pillow.
Every dream she had dreamt that didn't work out.
Every friend she had found that thought she wasn't enough.
Every promise she was given that in the end it would be okay.
For so long she told everyone that she was strong.
She could handle it, she could push through.
But there comes a point where even the strongest ones break.
And when she broke, she thought she'd never be put back together.
For the remaining shattered shards of her heart were jigsaw pieces and no one had the time to sit down and glue them tight.
It's inexplicable
Why this sadness dominates even the happiest of moments.
The realization that nobody can fall in love with someone so broken and hopeless sinks in.
And she sinks to the floor
With her inexplicable sadness.

- p. winter

Behind these eyes are a world of sadness
A world of fears and doubts
I laugh and smile to hide my true self
From of world of discrimination
The world can't be changed but I can change myself.

'His laugh
is the reflection
of my happiness.'

As my tears
are the core
of his grief.'

My eyes have cried to many tears
I've felt like I've lost you over the years
I look to the sky for the guiding light
To hope one day you'll be in sight
The ocean waves came crashing down
I stand alone without a sound
The stars above shine so bright
I make a wish, I close my eyesI see you there right by my side

Single
Or in a bundle
Either way
I think I have been
Selling myself
Too Cheap.
The hammer starts it
0
Following
Words.
Start the bidding
It could be
Priceless.

My heart drops deep down in my stomach
I hear the news and I collapse
The damage is done and there's no turning back
But now our lives are on the right track
We embark on a new journey and restart our lives
All things so precious went right before our eyes
We build a new staircase and walk to the top
We all have eachother so nothing much was lost.

a flock congregate
at 1600
Pennsylvania Ave.

carrion
masquerading
as doves.

a group of vultures
waiting
for the storm.

a failed state propagated
by a real estate mogul
turned reality TV star.

an orange fascist
adorned
with a golden toupée.

the White House's
black market profiteers
have emerged from the dark.

let's have a round of applause
for this parlor trick,
globalization's final act:

the curtain parts.
oligarchic puppet-masters
take a bow

as the laugh-track kicks on,
their fingers overlap
behind their backs.

corporate coup d'état.
hostile takeover.
d(evolution).

Each day, a wonderful dreams takes hold. It surfaces into my consciousness and spans upon its horizons. I become the sun, and she, the moon. We both exist, floating and wavering and become concerned with our lives. Our relationship is stable; or at least I like to think so. I provide the strength and the light, she provides the beauty and mirrors my colors into something more spectacular. When we kiss, that is our eclipse. When we die, we give our passions to another; and our roles change. I know my place in this universe, and she's still searching. That's why she orbits and rotates in an elipse. She knows not where she's going or how she's gotten through where she's been. I want to be the one to expound my light onto her, the way she does for me to this world; and I want nothing more, than to make that crescent smile a full moon laugh.