Do you
love me
or do
you lust
for my
thighs

My thighs
can make
you go wild
my love can
make you
go crazy

This love
will make you
mentally unstable
thinking about
me daily
wishing
and craving
for some
baby making

He is my sea and aurora.

He is my sea.
He cannot express not unless the waves within him are out of control.
Just like the sea, its crushing sound gives me warmth.
He calms my heart.

He is my aurora.
In spite of him being the yang to my yin self,
he is calm, gentle and beautiful.
Just like the colorful sky,
he takes my breath away.

Life has its ups and downs
That is what makes it beautiful

Like the way a line of ink
swoops down and up
to form a letter
in a poem
that stirs a feeling out of a girl in a room somewhere where no one is looking

the elegance only appears
when the observer
values the peaks and crests equally

Life has its ups and downs
Good moments
and Bad moments
and this is one of them
and it is beautiful

What if I was immune to all negative emotion?
What if I couldn't feel pain,
Sorrow,
Fear,
Anger,
Jealousy,
Anxiety?
At first thought, this would be a good thing,
Something to celebrate, to revel in.
I couldn't be hurt,
Sad,
Scared,
Angry,
Envious,
Anxious.
But what about my positive experiences?
Would they mean nothing?
Without my bad experiences, would my
Good ones be forgotten, lost in the void?
How can I feel relief when I've never known pain?
How can I appreciate happiness when I've never known sorrow?
Without fear and anger, how can contentment and pleasure
Be measured?
How can jealousy and anxiety stack up when we have
Everything we need and have no cause for worry?
How can life be lived?
What new ideas, experiences can be gained without negativity?
How does the world thrive without a contrast of emotions?
Would feeling nothing or feeling everything be better,
Better for your mind, your body, your world?
Your soul?

When the darkness falls
And the abyssal night calls,
When the voices scream
And I'm splitting at the seams,
When all seems lost
And everything has a cost...

The light will shine,
The birds will sing,
The sky will clear,
The morning will bring

Beauty.
Balance.
For every bit of hate,
A little love.

We forget that yes can turn into no at any moment.
A fire can be lit, run out of fuel and then turn back into nothing.
It can dissipate to nothingness.

A loss of intention
Shrouded in emerald
Its sparkles simmer
As they spread
Throughout tyme
And into the cosmos

One could protest
Their abundance

In exchange
For self-repugnance
It is the way of men
To challenge and dissent
But perhaps diversion
From traditional paths
Will leave that flower be
To grow into itself
And spread its seed
Of universal harmony