Someone once asked me,
“What did you do
to become a poetess?”

I said,"nothing.
I only broke the dam of emotions
I had built over the years.

The flood of emotions
themselves turned
into poems
and I became
a poetess."
(I have my doubts)

My heart was free

like a bird in the wild

you trapped it in your

prison of love

      and

when the prison

felt like home

you let it out.

Now it is lost

like the caged bird

set free —

no more caged

yet, never free.

Do we want world peace?
  Yes.

Can we have it?
  Yes.

How?

It’s simple.
Pack all our beloved, war-loving world leaders
and drop them off on Mars.
Let them fight there
to their heart’s content.

We shall have peace on Earth.

if i define life
its this very moment now
the next is just hope

and I want to have a
friend.

I'm fake
according to some people
but I'm not sure how
It wasn't my plan to be fake
I don't think I am a fake friend
would a fake friend let you date the boy she yearned for for four years
would a fake friend stay up all night to let you vent to her
would a fake friend give you her food even if she hadn't eaten all day
I don't think so
but go ahead and call me fake
if that's fake
I don't know what's real

reaching out, reaching through
a hand to shake, hand to hold
shared moments, shared souls.

it can be a long long wait
and then a long roundabout road

but the want and need energy
seared at conception into your soul

will be the victor over it all
and you find yourself won at one with the all.