Time is but a dance
Yet we sit in chairs all day
I sat this one out.

I hate to say.

When I thought about who I was,
I was just the one who'd wander,
Wandering all with sky my over,
Over that my feelings hover,
Hovering all around night sky,slower...
Slower that I thought to myself,
Myself am just a star dust,
A star dust in universe bigger than my existence,
Existence made me look for purpose,
Purpose lead me to a voyage,
Voyage made me find my path,
My path made me feel the content,
Content heart, yet full of questions,
Questions made me search for answers,
Answers made me realise....

how only WE ask the question "WHY"

Not everything has a why.
Somethings sometimes just are -
like an uninvited eerie silence,
a fading smile,
the unanticipated shout of merriment,
the receding footsteps.

May be the ache
isn't seeking answers
Just a place to rest

Maybe the roar of the mirth
is just meant to be cherished

Not everything has a why.
To let it be -
is its own kind of peace

why? 7.17.25 (6:02 pm / 18:02)
why couldn't i tell what that feeling was?
why, when it should have been really ******* obvious?

why, when i could have saved myself so many tears
and sleepless nights
and blood and thoughts and making my home in a dark corner
telling myself i always wasn't enough

too much ugly unloved
unwanted an outsider
never understood or maybe understood too much
i told myself no one ever cared

why

why?
it's because i was happy
and i thought i didn't deserve it

and now i've thrown away that chance

[playing: fearless by taylor swift]

oh, where is she?

is she lost, is she fine?

why do i think bout her?

even if she is not mine..

Understandable
Anger
Yet
Confused
How

The temperature
Mad at us all
Frying the Earth
Who left the heat on
Sweat beaming down
Heat warnings
But now
Out the window
What do I see
Why
Its none other than the
RAIN
What do you mean
You issue out heat warnings
Just for it to
RAIN
Georgia
WHY?!?!?

Met you in my free time
It was a fine time
always maintained a distance
Always been that kind

You showed me the world through your eyes
The brown in it that glazes like a chocolate doughnut
I fell for you, and you caved in
threw me out on a whim

Now my soul weeps at your absence
You say we are just friends
that it's non-committal
That it will just end

But I have already ended and died
born again and cried
cried for someone who could see me
You saw me and then closed your eyes.
Why?

Like a shadow
Creeping in
Tight
Why can’t I breathe
My throat is dry
But why
Why is the love in your eyes gone
Why can’t I move
Why would you say those things
Why
Is it me
It cant be
It’s not your daughter
But it’s me

what makes a poet be a poet?
can any of us be poets?
does it really matter to be an expert?
all of us have something to write,
something that we have to experiment.
put it down on a paper.
no matter if you are bad or good,
for me poetry consists of words of love
of your holy life.