It is the greatest act of courage
to remain soft in a world so rigid
Only the fiercest of us will
plunge into the depths of emotion
Illuminating even our darkest corners
for everyone to see
This is not weakness
This is vulnerability
And if love is the greatest
force in the universe
Then maybe strong is all
we ever have been
And all we ever could be
-Shakti o.m.

In the darkness of the first night, I saw nothing except the mysterious energy around that bed!
I saw her gold hair, and I said what I'm into now!
I couldn't sleep!
I was sensitive to every single movement of me so I won't disturb the mysterious sleep of her!
I heard the fight between her pen and paper... A battle of proving a point of view that no one won't understand!
"It is raining" a voice i won't forget!  
A voice of caring!!!
Beneath her bed, I was playing a game of guessing!!!
Is she writing!
Is she drawing!
Is she fighting!
Is she in pain!
The question I keep asking myself!
Is it my business to be so sensitive about the energy around me!
What I am made of!

I never understood why people said
"I feel your pain" it's not like you can actually FEEL someone's pain right?
Now I know more than ever what they mean...
I do feel your pain
I soak up all of your emotions
Sadness
Anger
Euphoria
I cry all of your tears
I know why you're agitated
You laugh, I laugh along with you
Your happiness is my happiness
Your sadness is my sadness
Your anger is my anger
I'm not sure you'll understand
But
I feel your pain, I understand
I'm here for you.

I never can be alone
This dorm room is a revolving door
When my phone lights up
Anxiety fills
Just leave me alone.

Even while asleep
I am being woken by the
Bodies that fill this small space
I am forced to live in.

The pointless conversations are nauseating.
Listening to their voices
Imagining I am elsewhere.

Can they not tell I just want to be in solitude?
I cannot act bothered.
My empathy for their problems
Is killing me slowly
So draining.

They have written my death already.
Just by nagging someone who is
Just too fragile.
But I will continue to be there for them.
If they only knew what went through my head…
I know they would be there for me.

So lend a hand.

If only the skin
Wrapped 'round
My bones
Was not so
Paper thin,
Tearing with every
Sharpened word
That needles its way in
But rather, forged
In searing flame
And sheathed in
Cool detachment,
Impervious to every pain
Unmoved by
Fleeting passions.

Dazzle down my vision,
My concrete velvet need.
I am a flower,
A flower which must bleed
slow colors over
a warm, wild secret.
As my petals drain to white,
I lose the strength to fight
I submit out of
this built in, beautiful necessity
and I wonder if you'll keep it.

My words can be provocative.
Only because I'm sensitive.
Many thoughts are going
through my mind.
So much love to give mankind.
Always stay close to what
I believe in.
Sharing poems for who
would like to read them.

Eyes are sensitive
Heart is foul on the outside
But you are moving on

And I will wait for you like the leaves for their rain.