I never stopped believing
I just stopped believing in you
You can stop grieving
My soul is fully connected

To the laws of logic and art
I say I feel more and more
My essence and matter shall never part
The logic of abstract words

And then

Upon a crisp cold morning
I am alone
I am mourning
I curse this logic

For it is my master
And I its slave

My teacher once
demonstrated
that if you placed
a brilliant diamond
before a clear mirror,
you would only see
the reflection of
that brilliant diamond.
With that knowledge,
I placed you
before that same mirror,
and asked why you
still argued against logic.

science tells you
growing into a woman
means a fuller chest and
hips just beginning to smile.
it's the new smell of blood.
it's thoughts fermenting
from grapes to wine.

art shows you
becoming a woman
is a series of quiet
revolutions.
a blessing to bear.
taking a little girl's hand.
leading her into
a great Somewhere.
wiping her tears
because she is afraid.

but logic and art are two
halves of one fruit.
we as humans are living proof.
with rational minds.
with paint on our hands.

so listen to yourself.

you will realize
becoming a woman
is a miracle.
a gift. a grace.
a poem dedicated to all
the little girls
and the women that screamed
for them.

I used to talk about It, as if I knew It
Whole-heartedly. Ready.
For the Plunge into a blissful splendor
The icy, blue metallic shine that shivers and comes alive!
...but I hadn't realized..
That the flip-fluttering, hands grasped, eye to eye euphoria
Was but a moment.
I hadn't thought much beyond the surface
Of the depth of it...
The Darkness.
The ink-like, curled up shadow that unravels as it waits beneath
So, Wait!
This leap is but romanticized, delirious, and magnified.
Don't break this shallow lens, for it will thrash up and repel
The mirrored, rippled likenesses of you and I
Once skipping on the surface
Now sinking
         Stones
               Below...

Perhaps...
             .....we will float....
                                           Before we settle,
                                           amongst the rest.

When you love somebody
But you can’t be with them
What do you do?

Do you choose to stay?
Or run far far away?
Do you choose the path with no obstacles?
Or do you choose the path that sounds illogical?

What kind of a lover are you?
The one who fights till the end
Or the one who decided to be the best friend?

Do you get overly possessive?
And like to call it being very protective?
We all know there’s a difference
Each choice that you make
Has its own significance

How do you say your goodbye?
Do you walk as fast as you can?
Or do you close your eyes and kiss her goodbye?

Do you like doing complicated?
Or does it make you too frustrated?

Do you choose to stay?
Or run far far away?
Do you choose the path with no obstacles?
Or do you choose the path that sounds illogical?