I was a blooming flower.
You were thunder and rain.
At first you helped me drink.
But then you poured and poured until I sank.

Sometimes I read other peoples poetry and I realize that it's those words I've been secretly harboring in my heart; and someone was finally able to explain them to me.

Oh, how I ponder
about all thee days
that I sit in this room,
writing words
no one will ever read.
The ones I keep locked up
in a journal on my bed stand.
The ones I read to myself
wondering if others
will ever understand.
I write
all that I am
with ink and pointed led.
I write
all my feelings,
hoping that one day
I'll have the courage
and they'll be said.
For all I am is a writer,
locked up in my own head,
praying someone will see me
and free the words that'll never be read.

We break.
We lie.
We steal.
We deny.
We take peoples secrets and throw them to the wind.
Allowing them to be consumed by whomever shall catch them.
We laugh when others fall.
And ignore their pleaded calls.
We are monsters wearing human skin.
Wolves in sheepskin.
We are destroyers of all things good.
And yet we pretend we are all just misunderstood.
That our cruelty is somehow justified.
By someone else's lack of compromise.
We break.
We lie.
We steal.
We deny.
We are raising children to follow suit.
Telling them to, "only think about you".
We teach them morals that are wrong.
And dance with glee when they follow along.
We are in joy of another broken generation.
Glad that we could be apart of an already crumbling nation.  
We are sick.
We are sin.
Blind to our own parts in the worlds destruction.
We break.
We lie.
We steal.
We deny.
This world is ripping at the seams.
We are living in our own worst dreams.
We think we're safe from the end.
But that's a lie for destruction is exactly what we intend.
We are ruthless and dumb.
For believing we will be saved when, God decides to come.
And what really makes me disappointed
Is that our entire existence can be summed up in just four sentences.
We break.
We lie.
We steal.
We deny.

We break.
We lie.
We steal.
We deny.
We take peoples secrets and throw them to the wind.
Allowing them to be consumed by whomever shall catch them.
We laugh when others fall.
And ignore their pleaded calls.
We are monsters wearing human skin.
Wolves in sheepskin.
We are destroyers of all things good.
And yet we pretend we are all just misunderstood.
That our cruelty is somehow justified.
By someone else's lack of compromise.
We break.
We lie.
We steal.
We deny.
We are raising children to follow suit.
Telling them to, "only think about you".
We teach them morals that are wrong.
And dance with glee when they follow along.
We are in joy of another broken generation.
Glad that we could be apart of an already crumbling nation.  
We are sick.
We are sin.
Blind to our own parts in this worlds destruction.
We break.
We lie.
We steal.
We deny.
This world is ripping at the seams.
We are living in our own worst dreams.
We think we're safe from the end.
But that's a lie for destruction is exactly what we intend.
We are ruthless and dumb.
For believing we will be saved when, God decides to come.
And what really makes me disappointed
Is that our entire existence can be summed up in just four sentences.
We break.
We lie.
We steal.
We deny.

Did the sun forget to shine,
Down on this barren earth?
For I see none of that greener grass anywhere,
See no place with worth.

Did the rain forget to fall,
Down to pass through our drying lips?
For now our words come out like sandpaper,
Cutting each other to slits.

Did the stars forget to glow,
And fill the darkness with their light?
For we all walk around with empty dreams,
And there's no wishing happening at night.

Did the wind forget to whisper,
It's softly spoken melody?
For our hearts seem to have forgotten,
The feeling of it's silent beauty.

Oh, what happened to that life,
That danced inside our skin,
That made us want to laugh,
That made us want to live?

Long hallways filled with glass.
Narrow doors you can't get past.
Sealed windows, locked up tight.
No way out, you can only fight.
What better name; but to call it life?

There are some words that touch you so deeply, they break you...

-Ravanna Dee

I fell in love with dancing,
when you showed me it was about more than just the steps.

Do you remember when we went in search of the ocean?
Where you told me of the waves that touched the sky; as if the two were woven?
Do you remember how we walked all that night, trying to reach the damp shore before dawn?
And how I fantasized about the many shades of blue water that was supposed to go on and on?
Do you remember our soft smiles of delight;
when we finally reached it before that early morning light?
Or how we stood side my side,
watching as the sun climbed to the sky, with silver lined in our eyes?
Seeing the sun and the water kiss.
Standing together... it was pure bliss.
We held all my brokenness with two pairs of five;
before scattering my sadness during that beautiful sunrise.
We watched as my sadness got swept up in the waves.
Disappearing forever with all of my pain.
It was on that day that I decided to live.
A life with real meaning and not one of sin.
I never told anyone what happened that day.  
How my heart found God and how you showed me the way.

When I read to you my fractured poems.
The fragile ones I swore I'd never show.
You thought you were seeing inside my head.
But in reality it was my soul.