SWEETHEART,

FOR SOME,
LOVE IS THE CURE.

AND

FOR SOME,
LOVE IS THE DISEASE.

(n.):* the kind of bitterness plaguing your tongue no matter how you drown it in liquor

The sky painted itself grey;
When it was blue seconds ago.

Then, rain poured down.

Seemed like I'm the only one in the street
Soaked by the sudden down pour.

I looked up and saw a rainbow.

Don't bother asking
WHO?
WHAT?
WHERE?
WHEN?
WHY?

*Because even the sky painted itself grey
When it was blue seconds ago.

I just want to write a poem no one ever thought of writing
It must have the same effects as walking on the moon
It must trend faster than a meteor as it  hurdles through cyber space

I refused to love any man, who dislikes my poetry,
My man must support my passion ..
not only the warmth of my body
but the passion within this poetess, my secretive mind he must be able to balance:
Without wondering why a woman like me is so naturally secretive
I am always embracing the dark side of my creativity
Dropping little hints here and there throughout the years,

Sidney   J. Harris once said something that left pondering thoughts
He said “When he hears somebody sighs,
'Life is hard,' he’s always tempted to ask them, 'Compared to what?'
I would simply say dog-gone it: Compared to struggling poets whose tries to make a living as a writer

While an upcoming rapper like Chief Keef
signed a several-million dollar deal
with offending lyrics in today music industries:

I just want to write a poem no one ever thought of writing,
With lots of intense emotion bursting through each line:
Because a poem can’t exist without a poet's multiple voices
and most of all his divine missions

Shoulder
Shoulder
S**ulder
Should*­er