Who said that love was fire?
I know that love is ash.
It is the thing which remains
When the fire is spent,
The holy essence of experience.

People are boring.
People are liars.
People are ****. That's about it.

spiritual anarchy is a man without borders
he will be or not be, whichever he decides
it’s about decisions and he makes them all
he decides his position in the universe
he bleeds his blood, when he’ll allow it
he speaks or holds silent in an alleyway
or a field full of promise and wild ambition

he knows everything and he knows that he knows nothing at all
the dichotomy between the decision and anti-decision is anarchy
it is a word and he lives by it

Here I am on a Saturday morning,
Dreading the month to come,
For I have a ****-load of exams,
Including Calculus, Chemistry, and more.

What keeps me going,
I cannot say,
Maybe the nice looking weather,
On this fine day.

Whatever the case,
I still have May,
To get over with,
And study for the day.

8/2/05

The intricacies thrill me,
intentions true or hidden,
I thirst to know,
soaking up knowledge of another,
peering into a soul not my own,
seeing what you allow me to see,
and pondering the darkness,
between the lines.

Copyright S.L.C.

inhaling the ocean breeze and feeling it empty my lungs makes me feel completely intact

i can taste the salt in its entirety on my tongue and i try to scrape it all off with my front teeth

i feel the waves roaring over my heart, liberating it from veins and its arteries, the sea filling the orifices of my organs

the shores stones crowd at my toes and break my skin, but i am cleansed

i stride into the water and it seeps into my nostrils and my intellect becomes infiltrated by the sea, my lungs are suffocated by the wet

and i am completely intact

I'm not invisible
I walk
I breathe
I talk

Yes i gave you up
But you didn't honestly think I'd disappear

I'm not some timid little girl

Talk down to me
I'll knock you down

Look down on me
I'll show you how amazing I look

Push me
I'll push back

Try to apologize
I'll ignore you

because I don't care
because I'm done letting you walk all over me

I've picked myself up
and I'm better without you

and if you make me
I'll prove it

because I still exist

Poetry is written art
or spoken words from the heart.
I've brought a different outlook
composed inside my poetry book.
With every word comprising lines
I've spent a lot of emphasis and time.
Continuously growing and planting seeds
producing poems I'd love to read.
You may decide to critique
but you can't deny that it is unique.
You can't deny it is written well
even if it is controversial.
I know that you will fall in love
with the style and humor displayed above.
I instill personality
in each and all of my poetry.
I want my books to demonstrate
the thoughts I've longed to captivate.
To show my thinking cap is on
and take the market by a storm.
I wish for it to comfort you
until As I See It, part 2.