I pull at the strands of his shirts, his sweaters and his jeans.  
I become a seamstress and know he will come to me.

He buys new clothes instead.

I want to become a diver
like the scuba guys in the Thai cave
risking death to save life,
going deeper into convoluted passages
of darkness to pull life from it.

I want to become a heart surgeon
transplanting energizing mitochondria
into babies’ dying hearts
to revive and save damaged cells.
Oh to receive from the gods of creativity
an infusion of fresh energy
into this old body
and renew flagging cells
with a flowering fragrance
as sweet and unique as Plumeria!

May this diving deeper
be as fruitful now as it has been
in the decisive moments
I was able to conquer pride and self
to reach out to others
whose spirits had frowns
whose life energy was down.

I know: thinking, reading and writing
are not quite enough to reach and taste
the fruits of angels.
Like the classic tension
between “faith and works”
“deeper” means a marriage
of information and application
to get transformation.

And so these moments of writing poems
and diving deeper, rising higher
for the creative spirit
are not divorced
from kindness and reaching out
in friendship, intimacy, and love,
from taking time and spending energy
beyond these meditative walls
embracing life where it calls.

I am a diver and a surgeon
a spark striker, a flame keeper
always desiring
to move
deeper, deeper, deeper.

I poured down my hands
And let them run down my sides
In a puddle of my own arms
I became a sail boat

She was broken,
Pieces of
Her splintered heart
Floated around
As she fell to the ground
Sobbing.
But she did not
Give up,
She rose again
And
Gathered her
Shattered pieces,
Putting them
Back together
Bit by bit.
She was not broken
Anymore,
She was art;
A beautiful mosaic.

"Masterpiece"

I was a masterpiece
Created by almighty
One of the unknown individual
Sharing her thoughts

Dreaming to be the great
Giving all her best to her works
Many things that have been wasted
Thoughts have been messed

Still create a simple masterpiece
A poetry of her own
A works that can be known
A simple paragraph that it has showed

As the young poetess
Craves for more
Ink on her pen
Sheet of paper

To express her thoughts
To give a simple message
To be a good example
and to be INSPIRATIONAL

Let me tell you a story about life...
No sit down shut up you've had your fun now it's my turn to speak

Mistakes will be made that much you can't avoid but you can avoid a void....
That little space in your chest that feels Hollow that makes every breath You Breathe hard to swallow that twists you inside and out what are you to do now?
See feelings are real and they hurt when someone breaks you down to your core leaving all the little bits of your Fragile Heart on the floor when all you can do is pretend to smile because that works at least for a while
See people don't like to talk about feelings or what's going on in your head but love to cry and speak about how much they tried to help you when they found you unconscious unresponsive in your bed.
Open up those pretty eyes and wipe away your tears you may receive sympathy from others but all I see are crocodile tears. See I said something false something so completely untrue at the beginning of this can you think of what it is do you know what it is? Do you? You can't escape from being hurt I wish that it was but that's not how life works