You're complicated
as Algebra equation
for a law student

In the State of mind...
thoughts were solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short...
where similes, metaphors and  personifications were quarreling with words...
until they decided to form a poem and gave up their natural freedom
in order to obtain the benefits of embroidering praise around her.

Going to leave you behind now
I need to clear my mind now

Your hair, bangles or smile
Nothing will keep me bind now

Despair has advised me
not to love you blind now

Devils and angels, fire and ice
will never be combined now

After driving me crazy enough
You need to be fined now

It's more than skin and curves
Beauty should be defined now

I walked through this dark eclipse
My stars seems to be aligned now

Thoughts were scattered stardust
These poems have enshrined now

Put my numb soul with some love
in a jar of imagination
and poke some holes in the lid
so hopes may breathe

Or when you catch fireflies
hold me in your fist as well
and keep watching
if we are still lightning


Or put me in your eyes with eyeliner
so I may stay close to your dreams
and see myself
if I am there or not

Night sits on my chest
Squeezes poems out of me
And grinds my poor soul

Children of desperate refugees somewhere
Looking for love, affection and care
Along unfair boarders of rich lands
I felt their pain holding my breath
Running towards mountains, drowning in seas
Escaping from hunger and fleeing from death