Life, Friendship, Death
   Bla, Bla, Bla
Happy, Stress, Sad
   Bla, Bla, Bla
Truth, Belief, God
   Bla, Bla...huh?

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

People come and go
Unlike matter that isn't lost nor obtained
People are nature
Changing day by day
Growing, flourishing
and sometimes after their seeds have spread and their roots stronger someone else they fall.
When the flower dies they move into their new roots in the distance
They leave because they couldn't find the beauty above them just the dirt beneath them
When they go, it's not because of you
They just aren't meant to be
so let them be
and if your roots grow to meet again by the breeze that swayed them back
care for them or just be by them with no interaction
you change too
like nature you're made up of fire air water and food
life's fulfillment that fuels you
be aware of them because sometimes nature deprives us of our needs and covers the beauty of life.
It's a never-ending change so keep growing with it don't part from it.
Let it be
Treasure your nature because the season will come as another piece of life joins your glorious path
loneliness can be suffering but loneliness is worthy of finding yourself in nature
In nature, you are nurtured

You haven't lost sight.

Tired Minds,
Tired Eyes,
And tired lies.

Born in Dusk,
the daughter of shadows
inherit parent’s pain
for which she does not know.
Past sins have left a stain.

Born to the world of lies,
Her life- a dark drama.
Her blood infected by
the virus of trauma.

Secrets shroud in shadows
from the time before birth.
Cursed by forgotten woes,
Will the truth be unearth?

She’ll one day see the Light
That will melt the shadows
As it burns blazing bright.
Stars written in her fate
To be awake from dark
And release all past hate!

(c) Jo Swan