an
rose
told me
to let
my
tear drops
preform
in her
dream
let us write
this beautiful line to hold up an
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ever since i was a little kid i had always wondered if i had felt love for someone other than my family. i used to look up the signs that you're in love and read books upon books about how to fall in love when i realized that the books and magazine articles don't define when you can feel love or ways to make you fall in love. you do it all yourself. when you meet that perfect person that's when you fall in love. not in a certain time frame. it is all about who you meet and sets your soul on fire and makes you feel love. you can't force love to come by eating healthy for two weeks and listening to slow jazz music. it all comes when your heart whispers to you that you have found the one.

She stares at nothing,
Not because she is thinking.
She just want to wipe those stress,
Her mind want some rest.

She cares in little things,
Not because she is perfectionist.
Her mind controls her,
That makes her overthinker.

She didn't cry infront of the crowd,
Not because she is strong and proud.
Being judged is her greatest fear,
So she always keep that escaping tears.

She didn't tell her secrets and story,
Not because her friends are boring.
She want to keep it,
So no one will talk about it.

She don't want to be in crowd,
Not because she don't want to be loud.
She is afraid to have temporary friends,
Being in crowd makes her exhausted.

She didn't talk every time,
Not because she is shy and not fine.
Less talk, less mistake,
Motto that she always take.

She want to stay at her house,
Not because she is lazy and louse.
She just feel that every people around her,
Judging and looking down on her.

She run in the middle of the highway,
Not because she wants attention and fame.
She is just tired,
Living is so hard.

She cut her wrist,
Not because she want to live in drama.
Her mind is like a beast,
She wants a period, not a comma.

no emotionally ecstatic experience compares
   to the seminal instance
   whence spermatozoa
   (from profuse *******) beget

the miraculous propensity
   to procreate despite the steep odds
   female fertility fosters potential impregnation
   fusing the hereditary debt

of feral, fiery, fomenting friskiness
   fueling fancy free footloose fornication
   prior to seminal fertilization union
   sans ova doth induce fret
full ness in tandem with

   diametrically opposed exultant sensations
   (biologically, embryonically, microscopically,
   et cetera) seismic shocks inject  
when deliberate intent arises to disregard

   applying prophylactics choice
   plying reproductive roulette let
which analogous fruitful uterine plain
   bastes the "cooking" egg omelette  

which impregnation upends cessation of "self"
   first and foremost asper desire to breed
wrenching role of "me" as operative
   of webbed world de jure upon
   consummating that most miraculous deed

necessitating yet for the fecund female relief
   from messy menstrual cycle
   she becomes temporarily freed
that perhaps a novitiate (or even a gal practiced
   in the euphoric family, she instinctually
   abides prenatal signals that heed

without feeling debased, harangued, lectured
   pedagogical, polemical, puritanical, et cetera blast
assessing copulation enjoyed gloriously,
   ineluctably, kinesthetically
   lectured by elder, especially cast

in thee reel life drama, that nine months
   til offspring utters initial whimper
   elapses exceptionally fast
emitting a radiant golden halo wishing

   to bottle confluence of hormonal secretions last
ideally fully awake to the birthing process,
   when juiced the first stage of maternity past
cuz every moment thee inconsolably

   (perhaps colicky infant)
   gets first dibs to suckle,
   which round the clock nursing
   consumes moments many vast.

an average of 2,830 cubic meters

per second of rich silt

forms an alluvial plain

spreads outward in a fan shape


from sedimentary deposit whereby

ancient Egyptian civilizations got built

adorning arid topography invaluable

like aorta pumping blood at the nape

of the neck, yet analogous context


engendered engineering feats without guilt

whereby artisans, craftsmen,

early geographers illustrated in frieze and drape

frozen timeless statuary exhibiting

phenomenal abilities to the hilt


associated from mainspring within

fertile crescent swollen like a plump grape

which longest river often overflows

banks whereby coveted materiel gets spilt


feeding the rift valley and allowing,

enabling and providing peoples to dominate

flooding the history of mankind

with accomplishments that marvel even today

epitomized by innovations -


alphabets, wheelwrights, pyramids, etc lives did create

baffling historians how each mortise and tenon

snug as a bug in a rug mortise and tenon block

construed edifices persons did intricately lay


perfect with near geometric exactitude

ranks as wonder of webbed wide world great

faint hints of daily trials and tribulations

recorded for posterity in clay

or shards of broken pottery pieced together

coupling revelations a mosaic plate

which functional artifacts

provided dietary staples

to pagan spirits populace did pray.

How do we live,
Without expectations,
Only to drift,
No revelations.

How do we lie,
Just to ourselves,
So we don’t find,
Our own special wealth.

How do we ****,
All of our dreams,
We know our will,
We know we’re kings.

How are we loud,
But then so silent,
Fear makes no sound,
But it’s so violent.

How are we kind,
Just to give help,
But never will find,
The love in ourselves?

How are we lonely,
But have so many friends,
When we are the only,
Ones to feel bent?

How are we alive,
Just to feel dead,
Only to whine,
Filled with regret?

How do we speak,
Words of no depth,
But then when we leave,
Meaning gets fed?

How do we fly,
Just to come down,
Never to pry,
And never be found?