I saw a brave bird today,
Unapologetic about her barred face.
She sat,  perched on the mossy branch of my favorite tree,
Mysteriously familiar with her piercing gaze.

People found her unfortunate looking,
She didn't care about what people thought,
She had come to live and live she would,
This amazing outlook,  by others uncaught,
Maybe it comes from within,  it is self-taught,
I ponder on this,  an afterthought.

In came a savage, ill-bred,
Willfully ignorant of the lesson she exhibited,
Shooing her away,  now content,
The savage doesn't know his wisdom remains limited.

The bird was elegant and unafraid,
She made a graceful ascent,
The brute cursed and cursed and cursed,
For she had left him a parting present.

I giggled to myself,
Secure even after the separation,
For I know I'd see her again tomorrow,
For on the tree,  and now in my heart,  lays her foundation and accommodation..

I saw a brave bird today,  
Unapologetic about her barred profile,
I learnt alot by just looking at her,
Like how to accept yourself with grace and a smile,
And make your life worthwhile..


I saw a brave bird today and
I'd see her tomorrow too,
I wish to be her and learn more,
If she can do it, so can you.

I saw my brave bird today and
I'm going to be someone's brave bird tomorrow...

Your body is mouthwatering
with immeasurable ecstasy, an aroused
vowel filled with scented flowers.
You are my rainbow of heavenly hues,
a lurid landscape of blossoming promises.  
You are my stream of handsomeness,
imprinted on my softly plush breast,
creating magic all around me.
I feel your masculinity, how it
caresses my salacious spots
where my heart clings to you.  
Your electric hands sting me,
Your glistening biceps take me
into your deep nakedness,
your abs, thighs, and legs
drenched with almond oil.
You are so warm and hard,
the way you split me apart,
teasing my mouth with your
naughty ****, such sweaty diction
and kisses, sizzling words full
of raw thunder and passion.
All I want is to embrace your
penetrating manhood, vanish
in your poetica of paradise forever.

Words meant to cut
Slice no better
Than a knife for butter.

Words that cut
Without intent,
Slice through
With clean, decisive strokes.

I wonder why some people yell just because they're stressed
Really...that idea is extremely messed...
Does it make you feel better when you make another feel worse ?
Does it help release the pain, when you shout and yell and curse ?

Do you feel satiated when you hear the tears splash ?
What do you gain when happiness becomes ash ?
How can you scream and order about,
just so what is inside can come out?
Is it so hard to smile and stuff it away?
Because I do it almost every day.

Is it so hard to reassure us and say it's all okay ?
put it in a box and never open it again...
When you are angry I don't want to hide, because I too have a little bit of pride. 
Your anger doesn't scare me, What is the worst that you can do ?

I simply feel I must forgive, but I am human too,
One day, I can no longer forgive even you .
When that day comes you will never see me again,
Because all my life you've been my biggest bane...

This poetry is ever new for me
I cannot read it out, what I see.
I wrote that with my poetic soul
Now I feel it has a magnetic pole.

Poets feel happy for their words
Like a couple of romantic birds.
Poets make dreams and hopes
with love and some bookshops.

Love makes me a poet and wild
and makes me feel like a little child.
I've been killed by a poetic lover,
This love is ever true and rare!